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“No, sir.” She pouted with a slight roll of her eyes. “I’ll be good.” That was a lie, and we both knew it. I wouldn’t have it any other way though, the bite back from her was what kept my blood rushing with excitement.
Her sweet taste invaded my mouth when she pressed her lips against mine, taking it upon herself to force her tongue into my mouth. “Someone’s feeling a little bold.” I chuckled against her lips after a brief break to breathe. “Ty takoy vkusnyy. YA nikogda ne nasytlyus' toboy.” I growled softly before grabbing her face and bringing her back into a bruising kiss.
My hands slowly ran up her bare legs that were exposed from her silk nightgown. Gripping her thighs, I yanked her closer and pressed her firmly against me. The only thing between my throbbing member and her pussy right now were her panties and my pants, but even with the barriers between us, I could feel her needy heat as she ground her hips against me.
I don’t think the burning passion for her will ever die down no matter how many times we fucked. I thought this desire for her would fizzle after our first night, but I still found myself craving and thinking about her every second of every damn day. If anything, I wanted her more after our first night together. She was my drug, and the first night the first hit. Now I desperately chased her for another high every chance I got with her.
It didn’t matter if I had her over my knee with my hand cracking at her bubbly ass or had my thick length buried so deep in her she lost her mind; every little thing with her was the best. I could fuck her for hours on end or I could simply have her in my lap while I did work, both granted me the same pleasure and satisfaction.
Growling softly, I bit her bottom lip until it swelled before pulling away completely. “Get up. Turn around and bend over the desk.” I commanded, giving her plush ass a firm smack to urge her off. I couldn’t wait to mark up her pretty ass again with my belt. The thought and act of it always brought out the more primal side of me; the fact it was me who was marking up her pretty body to give her nice reminders as to who she belonged to.
Reluctantly, she climbed off my lap and turned around to face my sturdy wooden desk. Slowly, she bent over slightly, gripping at the edge of the desk as she stood firmly with the bottom of her nightgown bunched up around her waist and her ass out. I wanted her to fully bend over the desk so she laid flat against it, but I wasn’t going to push for it and have her shut down on me.
One thing I’ve learned about Angel so far was she hated having her back to me, reason still unknown. Most of the time when I had to punish her, I had her over my knee or against the wall—even those moments were icy.
If I walked into the same area she occupied, she’d instantly turn to hide her back from me if she faced away. Even when we showered together, she kept her back hidden from my eyes by always being the last in and last out, and always kept her front facing me the whole time. I’ve been patient with her so far regarding it, barely ever asking or pushing the issue, but when I would she would either avoid it or shut down.
I wanted to push her, but I feared about crossing a line with her too soon and being unable to recover from it. I had enough sense to know when to push her limits. I may spank her ass red or give her welts that would last over hours, but I never gave her beyond what she could handle. Just enough to get the point across. The point was to punish her, not traumatize her.
Getting up from my chair, I stood behind her and quickly worked my belt off, palming the buckle and folding it in half. Reaching out, I groped and rubbed at her bare ass framed by her black thong. “You know, I have to say, you did good today,lisichka. Or at the very least better than yesterday.” I could still see some of the marks from last night which brought a proud smirk to my face and made my hardness strain against its confines. “Only twenty-five today. You know what you need to do, rightlisichka?” I gave her a small pat, making her suck in a small breath.
“Yes, sir. Count each one.” Good to see she learned her lesson from that one time she decided to test me.
With a snap of my wrist, the sound of the leather biting her skin brought a shiver of pleasure straight down my spine to my dick. I made her punishment a quick one this time seeing her discomfort about bending over onto the desk. She pushed herself out of her comfort zone, so I didn’t want her to linger for long to where it became too much for her. Even though I made it quick, I made sure each lash counted—no such thing as quickandeasy. Each lash left a nice line against her reddening skin after having contact with the worn leather. The sight of the skin paling before blushing back up brought a twisted smile to my face as I marked up nearly every inch of her plush bottom.
A wave of satisfaction washed over me at the final lash. With one big stride, I stood right behind her. Softly, I placed my hand on her hot bottom, rubbing the reddened cheeks while praising her, “Ty tak khorosho postupila, lyubov'. YA tak gorzhus' toboy.”
My belt clattered onto the floor after I let it slip from my grasp. Bringing the freed hand up, I trailed a finger down her arm and took her hand to spin her around to face me.
Smiling proudly, I released her hand to bring my hand up to cup her face and wipe away her tears with my thumb. “You look so sweet right now.” The sight of her tear-stricken face aroused me so much knowing it was all because of my doing. “So perfect.”
With a soft groan, I captured her lips in a deep kiss, pulling her with me as I backed up into my chair and sat down. Angel landed in my lap with a small grunt as I positioned her legs to straddle me. “Ride me,lisichka. Show me how much you need me in you right now.”
My hands quickly traveled down the sides of her body to the hem of her nightgown, bunching it in my large hands and pulling it over her head and off of her, discarding it on the floor next to us. Leaning in, I tilted her head back by grabbing a fistful of her hair, making her moan softly when I pulled rather harshly.
Her body shivered when I ran the tip of my nose and lips down her neck to her breasts where I left open mouthed kisses across her chests and mounds.
“Ow!” Her little yelp made me chuckle and glance up at her while I kept my teeth sunk into her soft flesh. It didn’t truly hurt, otherwise she wouldn’t be pressing herself closer to me or moaning wantonly.
Her chest and breasts were covered with scattered love bites when I had my fill the other day; the various purple and red markings made the primal urge to pin her down and fill her bubbled to the surface. “I don’t see you bouncing on my cock,lisichka. Do I need to take you over my knee already?” I threatened with a smirk as I took one of her hardened nipples between my teeth, biting just enough to where she whimpered as she frantically worked at undoing my pants to pull my hardened member out.
Chuckling softly, I took her nipple fully into my mouth, rolling my tongue across the hard bud and flicking at it with the tip. My fingers played with the other nipple as I kneaded her soft breast in my hand. I always found it cute how self-conscious she was about her breasts being on the smaller side, but I couldn’t get enough of them. They were a nice fit in my big palms, just enough to fill them perfectly. No matter, I’d spend forever showing her how much I loved every inch of her perfectly imperfect body until she learned to love herself fully for how she is.
“Yebat'! Tak chertovski plotno i khorosho.” I groaned sharply at the sudden tightness around my manhood when she slammed herself all the way to the hilt in one swift movement. My hands instantly grabbed at her hips, keeping her firmly planted against me as I wanted to savor this moment before letting her bounce to her delight. “God I am never going to get enough of your tight cunt.”
Her soft walls always brought a sense of bliss to me whenever they surrounded me no matter how many times I took her. Her tight cunt felt so perfect to me, and my need for her never wavered. She felt unlike any other woman I’ve had, and I’ve had my fair share of screwing around to sate my needs before her. Everyone else before her paled in comparison. I never craved anyone before Angel no matter how good they were.
I felt like a dog on a leash for Angel, an obedient little dog following at its master’s heels eagerly for its next treat. Ironic since I’d be the one to hold the leash between us. I could laugh if this situation was different. I held the belt, yet I got whipped by this woman. And I couldn’t give a damn about it.
A small needy whimper made my attention snap back fully to the little vixen seated on my cock. She moved her hips against me, her walls squeezing at me. “Sir, let me move, please, I need to feel you more, please, let me ride you like a good little slut, please.” She whimpered needily, picking up the pace of her hips grinding against me because it was the only form of gratification I granted her with how my firm grip kept her locked against me.
“I love how needy you become after a punishment. Is that why you’re such a brat sometimes,lisichka? You like getting that sweet ass of yours spanked don’t you?”
I don’t even have to dip my fingers between her legs anymore to know she was wet and needy after taking my belt or a spanking with my bare hands. She would always be aroused and soaking wet after a spanking, no matter how much she cried out in pain—she loved it. I’ve seen the look in her eyes enough times now to see she thoroughly enjoyed the pain I inflicted on her.
I’ll never forget the look of her blown pupils from her reflection in the mirror the first time I punished her in the bathroom over the sink. I wasn’t sure if she realized it or not, but she had this look of bliss on her pain riddled face whenever I would punish her.
I thought I imagined things at first, but after I punished her a few times in front of the bathroom mirror and the dresser, it was clear she enjoyed taking what I gave as much as I enjoyed dishing it out to her. It was more than a sexual aspect for us though. I don’t punish her to get myself off, nor do I punish her to arouse her. Both of us engaged in it because it brought us closer to each other on an emotional level. The immense trust exchanged between us wasn’t something either of us would ever take for granted. It made me cherish our relationship immensely.
