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My hands fly to the waistband of my skirt, but then I hesitate. Does that mean take off my skirt? Is this like Simon Says? He told me I shouldn’t do anything without permission or command.
Amusement flickers over his face. I see the trace of indulgence that he wears that makes him so sexy to me when he flirts.
“Take off your skirt, angel.” His tone is milder now.
I’m grateful he’s not going full dom on me right now. I’m way too nervous to handle it.
I shimmy out of my skirt.
Marco’s lids droop as he takes in my see-through lace panties that match the black thigh-highs.
“Fucking gorgeous. Lose the top.”
I pull off my top. I’m not wearing a bra, so I’m now in nothing but my panties, hose, and heels.
“Good girl. You’re perfect. Absolutely perfect.” He takes my upper arm and leads me to the side of the sofa, where he bends me over the overstuffed arm. “Let’s see how your ass fared from this morning’s spanking.”
He runs a hand over my skin. He left marks this morning–nothing terrible. Some red blotchy marks. They don’t hurt anymore except for a twinge or two when I squeeze them.
He gives my ass a couple of light slaps, then strokes a slow circle around the globes of my ass. “I think a submissive should always have a red, hot ass while we scene. It helps focus you, reminds you who is in charge and that there are consequences for disobedience.”
“I’m not going to disobey,” I say tartly.
Seriously.
There’s no way I’d disobey. I have no interest in experiencing a spanking from anything other than his hand.
He delivers three hard spanks and I yelp. “You just did, angel.”
Moisture leaks between my legs. My mind races to understand what I did wrong so I don’t repeat it.
“I’m not going to disobey, Sir,” I correct. “I mean, I won’t disobey again, Sir.”
Apparently, he’s not mollified, because he holds my hip with one hand and starts spanking me steadily.
Already sore from this morning, I squirm and try to dodge his hand, but he doesn’t relent until my ass is burning and I’m whimpering from the sensation.
“Mmm.” He strokes his palm over my heated skin. “That’s better.” He leans down and kisses one cheek. “You’re going to be my good girl?”
“Yes, Sir.”
He helps me to stand upright and turns me to face him. “Do you want to use the standard safe words of red, yellow, and green?”
I nod. “Yes, Sir. I mean, whatever you want.”
This earns me a sexy smile. “Good girl. On your knees, Taylor," Marco commands as he takes a handful of my hair and lowers me to where I'm at eye level with his hard cock.
I want to taste, swirl my tongue, devour his length, but I wait for his command as he has taught me to do.
He pulls my hair back. His hold is firm.
“Open your mouth," he says.
I do as he says… slightly.
His cock slides between my parted lips, and he rubs it over my tongue.
He pulls my hair back and thrusts his cock deeper and deeper, sliding it into my mouth, and I suck him all the way down, cutting off my air supply.
