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~ Darren ~
Present
Isqueeze a buttock, and heat soars through me. I can sense her body responding, despite the fear swirling in her eyes. Would I continue if she didn’t respond? Growing up a gangster, I don’t tend toward nice. But with Bridget, I don’t know. It’s like some of her goodness rubbed off on me. I’m actually feeling guilty about what I’m doing to her right now.
Fuck that.
If she wanted me to be nice, she shouldn’t have run out on me like she did. All that should matter is showing her that she still belongs to me. Her body is mine. If she thought she was going to give what’s mine to that Ryan Gosling lookalike with the toothy grin I paid off, she has a hard lesson to learn.
With my hand on her ass, I grind her against my hard-on, silently telling her that this cock is the one she pledges allegiance to. Her lashes flutter quickly, and I feel myself weaken a little. I look her over. Everything about her sends my desires into overdrive. It would be so easy to just pull up her dress and drive myself into her. It’s what my body wants. And what I want, I usually get.
I once talked my Asian Culture professor out of giving me the final exam. I still got an A in the class. When another member of the Jing San tried to open a rival club to The Lotus, I got it shut before it even opened.
Right now, I want to ravage her. I want to make up for lost time. For two plus fucking years.
I slip my hand beneath her dress. I want to feel the flesh of her ass, skin to skin. She’s wearing a pair of silky bikini underpants. I remember she’s not a fan of thongs because they feel like a constant wedgie to her. Which is exactly why I sometimes made her wear a pair. A constant reminder of our relationship, of her willing submission.
I flip her around and smack my pelvis into her backside. “I like how your heels make your ass stick out.”
With me, she only wore heels like these if I bought them for her and commanded her to wear them. That she wore these heels for Josh upsets me. I rub her ass harder against my erection.
I push up her dress and pull down her underwear, baring her buttocks. My head swims. Her ass is fuller than I remember. I like it. I slap an ass cheek. Bridget liked spankings best. By hand, by flogger, or even a wooden paddle nearly an inch thick. With holes.
I grab an ass cheek and shake it hard before giving it another forceful slap. She grunts, but she’s endured far harsher. I dig my fingers into her flesh again. Holy shit. I can’t believe it’s been more than two years since I had this. My cock is raging.
“Remember what it felt like to have me in your ass?” I murmur into her ear. “You think you can take it again?”
She gave me her anal cherry, but it hadn’t been easy for her. My cock has only tasted her ass twice before. And it wants more. All I have to do is take it.
Grabbing her hips, I dry hump her backside. I wonder if anyone else has gotten to experience the lushness of her ass. Had there been other Joshes? Others who had sampled what was supposed to be mine and mine alone?
It takes all my restraint not to bury myself full-hilt into her ass. I want to show her how no one can fuck her like I fuck her. I want to punish her and bring her to ecstasy at the same time.
Remembering my earlier intentions, I slow my thrusting. I want to see her orgasm. I’m not sure it’ll actually prove anything, but I want her to know that she can’t resist me.
I snake my right hand around her hip to her pubis. She gasps. My fingers comb through the hair there and reach lower, sliding between her folds to find her clit. At first, she strains away from touch, but after a few strokes, she relents. I rub and fondle the nub. My blood throbs to each of her shaky breaths. I scent her desire coming on. It’s always the most heady aroma, more powerful and alluring than any fragrance.
My fingers dip lower and connect with wetness. I drag some of the moisture over her clit.
“That’s a good start, Bridge,” I say, cupping her mound fully.
Again I press my erection into her rump. With my hand still between her legs, I grope a breast with my other hand. “Remember all the fun we used to have, Bridge?”
She surrenders a soft moan. I knead the flesh of her breast through her dress and bra. Her groan quivers as my palm grazes her nipple. It’s as hard as a rock. I give it a solid pinch. Her loud squeal surprises me. She was never a huge fan of nipple play, but today she seems more sensitive than usual. Maybe it’s the adrenaline.
The guilt returns, but I shove it back down. Gripping her jaw, I ask, “Remember the orgasms?”
When she doesn’t respond, I give her cheek a light slap. “Remember?”
Her lashes flutter, and she nods.
I go back to caressing her clit. “I remember, too. I remember how red your ass got beneath the tawse, how you loved the suspension bondage, how wet you made my bedsheets. You always got so incredibly wet for me. The way you’re wet for me right now.”
I push two fingers into her cunt. The wet heat makes my head spin. For several minutes, I work her, stroking her inside, making sure to graze her clit. I can feel the tension in her body. Pulling my fingers out, I rub the moisture across the tape on her lips, below her nose for her to smell.
I squat down and take a closer look at her ass. After kissing one buttock, I jam my fingers back into her and work her good. The tension in her body seems to reach a new level, and then there’s the quiet before the storm, when the quivering and the groaning stops, right before the eruption. I spread her ass cheeks with my free hand and see her anus contracting. I feel the rapid flutter of her cunt on my fingers. Even if she was doing Kegels to simulate an orgasm, she couldn’t contract her pussy that fast.
Watching her climax is a high that my arousal feeds off of. I leave my fingers inside her till the last of her shudders subside, imagining it’s my cock that’s buried inside her. Closing my eyes, I let my desires settle before I pull away, rise, and step back.
“Nicely done, Bridge,” I tell her. I pull her head back by her hair and press my mouth to her ear. “But just because you’ve given me a real orgasm doesn’t mean you’re off the hook.”
