Chapter 5 #3
The head of his cock slid through my folds, and fuck if I wasn’t about to scream from the sensation.
“What if I want to be punished?” I whispered, and when he opened his mouth I gathered saliva in my mouth to spit again.
Andrew was expecting it this time though, and quicker than a striking snake he grabbed my face in his hand.
“Nice try, little minx,” he growled, as my drool spilled out over his hand. There was a brief pause as we locked eyes, and then he swiped his thumb up my wet cheek and stuffed it between my lips. “Guess we’ll do this the hard way,” he whispered, as I instinctively sucked his thumb.
It popped out of my mouth as I was flipped over so fast that my head spun. He straddled the back of my thighs, holding me down, and when I arched up to try to flip him off, all I did was place my ass right in the perfect position.
He slapped me with a firm hand to my right cheek, and the bastard didn’t even rub away the sting before he slapped my left. “Do you need a safe word, baby?” he asked, sounding like a teasing prick, even as I groaned and rocked into him once more. “You think I’ll go beyond what you enjoy?”
A safe word would be smart, but I found myself taunting him instead. “I doubt your straight-laced vanilla ass could do anything too scary.”
Another slap, this time lower so it vibrated through my pussy as well. The snap of pleasure that followed was intense enough that I arched once more, a sobbing plea falling from my lips. “Yes, okay. Safe word please.” Not because it hurt but because I got the feeling it’d quickly become too much.
He gentled his touch, rubbing against my smarting skin. “How about flower?”
I moaned once more, laughing slightly. “The plant or the shit you cook with?”
There was a delighted chuckle from Andrew. “You caught me. But seriously, if you want me to stop at any point, you can use porcupine and it will immediately end. You might think I'm an asshole, and you’re not wrong about that, but you are safe with me.”
I loved the thrill of the unknown, but at the same time this did ease my mind, even if it did seem like a random choice of word.
Then again, Andrew was a prickly bastard, so it fit.
All things considered, though, I’d never doubted my safety around Andrew.
Apparently we’d known each other most of our childhoods, even if I didn’t fully remember it.
Since he’d told me, I’d had small glimpses of memories.
Just enough to give me confidence that he was telling the truth.
Andrew smacked me again, one side of my ass, then the other, then my pussy. Each time I got wetter and needier, until I was tempted to use my safe word just to get some relief.
“Are you going to try to spit in my mouth again, little minx?” he crooned, swiping his fingers down my ass cheeks until he reached my pussy, slamming two of them inside my aching core. “Are you going to be a dirty girl for me?”
“Yes,” I gasped, gripping the sheets as he pumped harder inside me, my walls fluttering around him. “I like to mess with you as much as possible.” Though it seemed the spitting thing had only turned him into this intense, sexy-as-fuck man who had my body all but detonating under his touch.
Just when I was about to come, he removed his fingers, and I whined. Fucking whined. When all of this was over, I would have to punch myself for being this pathetic.
Thankfully, there was a crinkle of foil, and I glanced over my shoulder to see him rolling a condom onto what was a very impressive cock, before his hand landed on the back of my neck pressing my face into the bed.
“Remember your safe word,” he ordered, and then without preamble, he thrust right into my pulsing core.
“Fuuuuuck,” I groaned, muffled against the bed. There was a slight ache as my body adjusted to his size, but then all I felt was warmth and pleasure. He held himself still inside me, and I was desperate for him to start moving.
Arching against him, I was rewarded with another slap on my ass, and his grip kept me still. The other hand remained on the back of my neck, and he was in complete control.
Which, shockingly, I didn’t hate.
The first thrust almost took me out, and then the next was hard and fast. The edge of control he always held about him was nonexistent as he fucked me like he needed it for existence.
I was unable to do more than hold on, try to breathe, and orgasm enough times that if I were filling a quota, I’d be set for the week.
The slaps on my ass felt good as I screamed out another release, and this time Andrew followed, my name on his lips as he jerked inside me once and then again, and over and over until he was sated.
Even still, as I shuddered under him, wondering if I was oxygen deprived or going to pass out from pleasure overload, he pulled out of me and flipped me over to my back.
His expression was unreadable as he stared down at my no doubt sweaty and red face.
He pushed strands of hair off my cheeks, leaned down to kiss me lazily as I gasped for air, and then sat back to smirk with an undeniably evil glint in his eye.
“Game, set, and fucking match. I think I proved my point.”
With that, he rolled off me and headed into the hall, uncaring that he was still butt naked, so he could use the bathroom. Giving me one final glimpse of his perfectly toned ass before the door closed behind him. Leaving me alone, half-dead, and completely satisfied.
Satisfied but furious.
Fucking asshole.