Chapter 9 #2
I jerk the clasp of her bra and it pops open, revealing her breasts. I reach underneath her ass, grab the lace, and pull her underwear down until it’s around her thighs.
She closes her eyes, bright spots of embarrassed color painting her cheeks. I sit up and pull her over my lap, her pretty heart-shaped ass beckoning my hand to teach her a lesson on what it means to belong to someone like me.
I bring my palm down several times quickly until her ass is hot and bright. She kicks her legs and digs her fingernails into my calf.
“Sasha, come on,” she begs breathlessly.
I stop the spanking and rest my hand on her flaming flesh. “You need to understand some things,” I say, squeezing her and then resuming the firm spanking.
Her skin is silky soft under my callused palm. She kicks her legs and squirms.
“Don’t! It hurts.” Her voice breaks, betraying her tears.
“Raise your ass.”
“Sasha!” she sputters indignantly.
“That’s not what you call me during this.” Her defiance whets my animal appetites. I slap the backs of her thighs, and she shrieks at the sting. I pinch each red cheek. “Raise your ass, little girl.”
She huffs out a breath, hesitantly pushing her ass into the air.
“Good.” I lay down slow, strong blows until she presses her naked body against my muscled thighs and whimpers. Good, I think again. Every time I break down her resistance, the connection between us gets stronger.
“I’m making you my prisoner again.”
“For how long?” she asks, shivering.
I ease my grip and rub her ass slowly, letting the heat soak into my palm. I dip my fingers between her pouting lower lips. My cock’s already stone hard, but it jerks at the arousal that coats my fingers.
My breath catches, my heartbeat thudding with the lust in my chest. My balls ache with a hunger that I only feel for her.
I coat my finger in her need and then draw it back to her little rose. She stiffens when I push my fingertip into her tiny asshole.
“Sir—” she gasps, trying to escape.
“Lie still,” I say, my voice husky. I move my free hand underneath her, stroking her clit while I explore her ass. Her tight nipples make my teeth ache to bite them.
Her strangled moan is followed by a slow twisting of her hips. I sink my thick finger deeper into her and she gives up on resistance, easing her legs apart to let me take what I want, while bringing her off.
“For a while it’s going to be regular spankings. You’ll be naked over my lap, Raven, and sore afterward, so you remember who’s in charge.”
When she starts to pump her hips, I pull my hands free. Her little sob of frustration tugs at me.
“Stack up the pillows and lie over them, so they’re under your hips.”
She crawls over the bed, obeying me, so her pink ass is raised in offering, the damp petals of her sex beckoning me inside.
I raise up, rubbing my cock between her lower lips. She pushes back impatiently.
My stomach muscles contract with hunger. The way she offers herself for sex after a firm punishment has my heart pounding. It doesn’t matter that her lashes are still damp with tears. Her body responds to my dark desires.
I guide the thick head of my cock into her.
She’s tight, but so soft. I sink into her until I’m nudging her womb.
The sweet tortured sounds she makes burn through me.
With my left hand I grip her hip, while I sink my right thumb back into her ass.
She gasps and grips the sheets. I pump slowly, savoring her beautiful body face down over a mound of pillows, ass warm and pink from my hand.
“Oh, God,” she moans, her small hand snaking underneath to stroke herself. She moves frantically.
I pump harder, pushing her down into the pillows.
She comes, contracting around me with shuddering pulses. It feels so damned good. I come too, filling her with seed.
I pull back slowly, catching my breath, staring down at the curve of her back.
I drop onto my side and drag her body to me, so her chest is against mine. I wrap my arms around her.
“Are you all right?” I ask, sliding a hand down to rest on her ass.
“Sore,” she murmurs. “Inside and out.”
I move my mouth near hers, breathing her breath.
“I’m not going to kiss you,” she whispers against my lips.
“All right,” I return, continuing to hold her. I rub small circles into her lower back, massaging her muscles. I know her body needs comfort from me now, even if she doesn’t.
“Don’t take what we did just now as a sign of agreement. I don’t agree to be your prisoner.”
“All right,” I say again, cradling her close.
“Don’t you care about getting along with me?” she demands, pulling back to look at me.
I shrug. “It’s not my highest priority,” I say.
“I don’t understand you,” she says. “What is your highest priority?”
“Keeping you.”
“Why would I want to be with you, if you don’t even care about whether I’m happy? At least Alberto pretends to care about that.”
I don’t answer.
She pulls free of my grip and untangles her torn clothes from her body. “Will you get up, so I can get the top sheet?”
I rise, putting my cock away and zipping my pants. She takes the sheet and wraps it around herself. She looks especially small wrapped in the folds of the queen-sized sheet. It fractures my resolve.
My highest priority has to be keeping her alive. Nothing else will ever matter more than that. But she has a way of getting to me, with just a look, and she’s doing it now.