Page 19 of His Property

Yet, I loved it.

Well, perhaps love was too strong of a word. It had stirred something within me. A need, or urge, or a fantasy that I didn’t really know was something I needed or responded to so viscerally. Butheseemed to know.

How did the man who was very nearly a stranger to me seem to understand my body better than I did?

I moaned then, that big, hard hand rubbing gentle, devastating circles on my ass, stopping now and then to cup and gently squeeze my flesh. My bottom felt swollen to twice its size. My flesh seemed to throb painfully with every quick beat of my heart. My crying was mere sniffling now, and I rubbed my wet face miserably against my forearm. I didn’t want him to see me crying, and yet, I knew that was a part of this that he enjoyed too. That should have horrified me, and yet it didn’t at all. That he had forced me to this extreme of emotions, that he’d made me lose control in that way, too… it was deeply, deeply sexual.

What did that make me?

Then I felt it again beneath me, that huge erection jutting against my hip. I was so overcome with the enormity of what was about to happen, it barely registered. Now though, as I laid prostrate across his lap, exposed, utterly subject to whatever he wanted to do to me next, I felt it keenly. Though I didn’t quite understand why I did it, I suddenly ground my hip against his cock.

He growled then, the sound so low I wasn’t sure I’d actually heard it. “What do you think you’re doing?”

Are you really going to ask this?

Though I instantly stopped writhing against him, mortified at being called out for it, the question bubbled up out of my subconscious. I just couldn’t help it, even if I didn’t understand why I said the words. “We could… we could fuck, if you want. Do you?”

It was his turn to go completely still, and for an instant I thought I’d made a very, very bad mistake.

Stupid, stupid Lola!

“I would love nothing more than to sink my cock deep inside you, Lola. But that’s not what tonight’s about. When that time comes, you’ll beg me for it. And I want that from you very much. But I want much more than that from you.” He squeezed the fattest part of my right ass cheek, and I gasped. “When that time comes, I want every single thing you have to give. And you’ll give it to me, willingly. Desperately. But you’ll have to convince me that you deserve it. You’ll have to be completely sure that you’ve done everything to show me that you deserve my cock.”

“Oh, fuck…” If anything, the words had my pussy letting down even more. I was beginning to fear I might get his slacks wet at the rate I was going.

Then my breath caught in my chest, as those strong hands parted my thighs brusquely. “What are you…?”

“Be quiet, Lola. Be very still, and let me look at you. If you can’t keep that mouth shut, I can always give you another spanking.”

“Yes, sir,” I said, a shiver running down my spine. I wasn’t sure exactly what it was I wanted next, or even who I was anymore. But I was one hundred percent sure I didnotwant another spanking.

Then those clever fingers slid down along the outside of my pussy, bracketing it on either side, stroking me there almost tickling the tender insides of my thighs where it met the joint of my sex. Ever so gently, he traced the seam of my cunt with a single fingertip, his touch almost a taunt.

Then he eased my sticky lips apart, the air suddenly cool against my sodden inner flesh. Mortified, I buried my face against my forearms, my blushing face hot against my skin, as I imagined what he must have seen. I was so wet, so incredibly wet.

How is it possible that getting my ass beat like some disobedient bad girl has my pussy dripping like a fucking faucet?

“My God, Lola, I don’t think I’ve ever seen a pussy this wet, thissoakingwet, after a spanking. What do you think that says about you? That you’re dripping, absolutely flooded down here. This is… shameful.”

At that moment, I wanted to bury my head in the couch, hide my shame, even as paradoxically, my belly clenched, a moan escaping my lips. Was I somehow becoming aroused from being embarrassed?

What the fuck is wrong with you?

At that point, I was far past being able to answer such a question; he had me so off balance I didn’t know up from down anymore. No man had ever done anything like this to me, and while part of me was horrified, a much bigger part of me was intrigued. Was it normal to have this kind of reaction? No, it couldn’t have been. And yet I had. It was embarrassing, it was mortifying, but there was no denying that I’d had a physical, visceral reaction to how he treated me. And though I hated myself for it, I wanted more.

His finger stroked along my sex then, his touch entirely proprietary, as if my opinion on the matter was utterly immaterial regarding how he touched my pussy. Even that turned me on, that I would never be able to hope to understand why. It was that assumption of ownership, the banishing of any notion of me protesting how I was treated, how he was touching me. That itself was arousing.

Was I lost?

After several minutes of this, his finger smearing my juices up and down my cleft, leaving my sex throbbing with need and want, and denied release, his big hand closed about my entire cunt. I moaned softly against my arm as he squeezed me gently.

“A very hot, juicy, disobedient pussy. If I had you a little way further along in your training, I’d whip this for you too. Punish the source of your shameful behavior.”

I bit off a yelp, my embarrassment so keen then that I feared my face might melt from the heat of my blushing.

Then he let go of me, sliding me surprisingly gently off of his lap until I knelt in front of the couch, my head and arms still laid up on the cushion, my knees sinking into the deep pile of his living room carpet. His big hand stroked my naked upper back, and I wanted to smile at the tenderness of his touch, at the knowing way he caressed me. It was a very sure touch, displaying a knowledge of how a girl needed that physical connection. It was so unlike the way boys my age had touched me. I found I liked it very much indeed.

“You did fine today, Lola. I know I was hard on you, but it was necessary. Do you understand?”

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