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She might hate his words, but Kayla’s humping against his hand, doing her best to increase the friction against her pussy, told him she wanted… no needed… his continued attention.
Randy stepped away from her long enough to unzip his pants and pull out his erect cock. He palmed his rod stroking himself slowly, enjoying the moment. His eyes met his cousin's over Kayla’s prone body. Robert licked his lips as if to whet his appetite for what was to come.
“Answer me, Kayla. I’m about to bury myself inside you. Speak now if that’s a problem.” It took all of his control to give her a choice. He was self-aware enough to know he could be a dominant asshole, but he refused to cross the line into straight up non-con.
“Please… “ she begged as his fingers teased her clit lightly.
“Please, what?” he taunted, pinching her hard enough to deliver a zing of pleasure.
Long seconds passed until he was finally rewarded with her begging plea. “Fuck me… I need it.”
Randy stepped up to his protégée and lined up the head of his cock with her wet sheath. Her sharp intake of breath when he gripped her hips reminded him that no matter how much she was going to enjoy the ride he was about to take her on, she would also be thrown back into pain as their bodies slapped together at the point of her recent discipline.
Randy impaled himself balls deep in one forceful thrust. Kayla's resulting cry confirmed he had her full attention. He set a fast pace, fucking her pussy with the same punishing speed he had belted her with, never giving her time to catch her breath. The result was an almost immediate orgasm from his star pupil. He loved the feel of her pussy lips hugging his rod tightly as her core contracted with her pleasure. He was grateful for his stamina because he wasn't close to completion.
Slapping sounds from the hard fuck in progress filled the room; the smell of sex was in the air. His cousin released Kayla's arms to pull out his own cock. Bobby began to stroke himself to the same dirty rhythm Randy set for their tryst.
Randy felt himself ready to explode just as the woman under him was recovering from her third orgasm. His balls tightened as he picked up the pace of his thrusts. His dominating drilling of her body tipped him into his own pounding release, spewing hot cum deep in her snatch with a grunt. A second groan announced his cousin's own climax. Randy watched in fascination as white cream jutted out of Bobby's tool, showering Kayla's tanned back with his jizz. The last spray didn't shoot as far and landed in her sex-mussed blonde hair.
The three occupants of the room collectively froze, enjoying the aftermath of the impromptu scene. Eventually Randy's cock softened. As his shaft slipped from the porn star's body he stepped away. The sight of his essence dripping from her puffy pussy lips filled him with an intense satisfaction he hadn't expected.
It only took a minute to untie her legs to release her from her restraints. Randy was surprisingly gentle with her as he guided her feet to the floor, allowing her time to get circulation going again in her limbs. He used the ripped panties to swipe up the cum on her back and in her hair as she silently reached for her clothes. With each passing moment, she looked more desperate to leave.
“I think you’re forgetting something,” he said, walking to the bag of goodies he’d purchased at the sex shop earlier. He’d bought the best chastity belt they’d had, which wasn’t saying much.
“You were serious about that?” Kayla complained, some of her earlier anger flashing in her eyes.
“It’s time you realize that I am always serious. This isn’t the best design, but it will have to do until I can have you fitted for a custom belt. I’ll have Patty let you know when and where you’ll need to go for the fitting.”
“I’m not wearing that,” she said, backing away toward the door, clutching her clothes in front of her chest.
He sighed, shaking his head slightly as he cautioned her. “And here I’d thought you’d learned your lesson today. I’m happy to tie you back down and deliver a second round, this time with the wooden paddle I bought earlier today. Of course, that might leave bruising that would interfere with your shoot schedule.”
Kayla’s eyes grew impossibly wide as his threat. The tears threatening to fall down her cheeks re-lit the fire in his shaft getting him hard all over again.
Randy waited for her to close the distance back to where he held out the metal belt that would prevent her from touching herself. It was an asshole move, but it wasn’t her own fingers he was trying to keep off her snatch. It was the asshole boyfriend he was cockblocking.
As soon as he had her locked into the belt, Kayla silently started to get dressed and Randy didn't stop her, although he fought his urge to comfort her. The dominant in wanted to provide her with tender aftercare. She looked vulnerable as her hands quivered while pulling on her clothes.
Despite knowing she’d deserved to pay the price for her earlier fuck up, Randy stepped closer into her personal space. Kayla rewarded him by falling into his arms, allowing him to wrap his arms around her. He felt her shudder with emotion as she surprisingly clung to him — momentarily forgetting he’d been the one to deliver the pain in the first place.
He knew the moment she realized where she was. It was the second she pushed him away with more strength than he knew she could muster and resumed her preparations to leave.
All in all, it had been a successful day, even if she refused to look him in the eyes as she readied herself.
It wasn't until she was at the door about to leave that he finally spoke. He didn't want her to go. "Aren't you forgetting something, Ms. Black?"
She froze, her hand on the doorknob, not turning to face him. When she didn't speak, he continued.
"I think you owe me a thank you for spending so much time coaching you this afternoon. I'm going to be spending a great deal of time and money making you a star. I'd think you'd at least say thank you." He was purposefully testing that she was appropriately humbled from his training session. He didn't have to wait long for his answer.
She spun on her heel to shoot daggers at him with her once again sassy glare. "Thank you? You want me to thank you for beating me and manhandling me, you jerk?"
Randy wasn't surprised at her accusation. Even though her body had clearly loved what had happened between them, her brain was still revolting at the idea of submitting to his rules.
"Now, Ms. Black. I'd be careful if I were you. I'd thought you'd learned your lesson about what happens to naughty girls who call their agent names."
She looked him straight in the eyes. He saw her sassiness warring with her submissiveness.
