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His stormy gray eyes flashed at me, and I let out a whimper when his palm smacked against my pussy before rubbing it. “You are not in a position to give me orders, kitten.” I nodded, but he spanked my pussy again, this time harder, making me groan and pull away. But his hold was firm, and the soft burn of the spank made me wetter. “Don’t make me teach you manners again. Be a good slut now.”
Fuck. Me.
I took a deep breath and met his eyes. “Spank me more, Sir.” I rushed to add, “Please.”
“Good girl.” He leaned down and kissed my clit, making me blush. I wish we could remove the mask. Fuck the NDA. I wanted to know who the person was behind the mask. There was something familiar about him, his personality. Like we have met before.
I was pulled back to earth when my sex burned with the spank from his hand. I whimpered when he soothed it by rubbing his fingers over me, sliding my wetness around my clit and watching me with his piercing gaze.
“I love the sounds you make when I spank your pretty cunt, kitten,” he whispered, his dirty talk edging me further.
“Please,” I urged, my voice breaking when he spanked me again, lighter than before.
“Tell me, who’s in charge of this orgasm, kitten?” he growled, leaning over and wrapping his hand around my throat when I was too embarrassed to meet his eyes. “Look at me and tell me.”
“Y-you,” I said, biting my lip when he slowly rubbed my clit.
“That’s right. Not you. It’s me,” he said, smacking my pussy again, making me groan. “I control this little pussy now. I tell you when and how to cum… or not.”
“Please, let me cum,” I begged, arching my hips in his hand that kept spanking me and rubbing my clit. Balancing pain with pleasure and keeping me on the edge.
He tsked and leaned back, spreading my thighs and asked, “Do you think you deserve to cum? Showing so little respect and being such a greedy little kitten, hm?”
“I do.” I raised my chin.
His brow arched, and I had to bite my lip when he slowly slid a finger inside me. I clenched on it, wishing it was something else.
“Beg more,” he said, adding a second finger, making me moan.
“Please, please, please let me cum,” I begged, moving my hips and groaning when he fucked me with his fingers. I had to hold on to the sheets when his lips sucked on my clit while curling his fingers in a come-hither motion inside me.
I was just on the edge of my orgasm and squeezed my eyes shut when I felt myself clench.
Just when I could reach the delicious climax, the asshole pulled away. I glared at him when he licked his lips, but my glare turned into wide eyes when I saw him pull out his cock from his pants.
It was big. Bigger than the average Joes I had two years ago. And oddly enough, it was pretty too, with a thick girth, a flushed mushroom head and glistening with pre-cum, and veins around the shaft.
“On your hands and knees, kitten,” he said, wrapping his hands around his dick and pumping it slowly.
I met his eyes and said, “I want to put it in my mouth.”
He froze, his eyes snapping at me as if it took him a moment to hear what I said. So I kneeled on the bed in front of him and repeated, “I said I want to put your cock in my mouth.”
“I heard you the first time,” he snapped, his eyes flashing at me as if he was angry at me for offering him a blowjob. Over the years, I had noticed that oral sex for men was much better than offering sex. And whenever I did it, they thanked me, bought me expensive gifts I didn’t want, and one time, after my cheerleader practice, Chris had even asked me to marry him after I’d sucked him off in the locker room.
But his reaction was the complete opposite. He was angry.
“Did I say something wrong?” I asked, concern lacing my voice.
“I don’t want my cock sucked, kitten,” he replied, his voice firm. “If I did, I’d make you deep throat it until you were a pretty mess covered with tears and cum.”
My sex clenched hearing his filthy talk. I was surprised when he cupped my jaw and pressed his lips against mine. Warm, soft lips. I was in shock to feel the electric burn when he kissed me, my mouth parting as our tongues danced with each other. It felt familiar. The kiss and his soft touch were so odd compared to his rough hold minutes ago.
I didn’t know when my back touched the mattress or when he was rubbing against my entrance, but I knew one thing—that it felt natural. Like it was meant to be.
We both pulled away, breathing hard and staring at each other’s eyes through the masks. I glanced at his lips, pink and swollen from the kiss. I blinked, wondering why I was so blunt asking him to do all these kinky things, but I was blushing from one kiss.
What the fuck is wrong with me?
