Chapter 4 #4
“What are you up to, naughty girl?” he asked, and my hips rolled just the slightest bit at the promise in his voice.
“I need…” I began. His hands settled on my hips and his dark gaze held mine.
“You need that wet little pussy fucked hard, don’t you?” he finished for me.
“Sir,” I breathed, too ashamed that he could see my face now. I couldn’t hide. Not when I was sitting atop him like this.
“You’re going to have to earn it, little girl. I should warn you though, you’re playing a dangerous game,” he cautioned.
My hips rocked again, and I swore I could feel his cock throbbing against me.
“Sir…” I murmured needily. I jerked against him, and he growled. The pressure of him against my sore spanked pussy was a sweet torment, but it made my arousal spike all the same.
“You will ride me to orgasm, little girl. You will come hard for me. If I decide it wasn’t hard enough, I will punish you with my cock in one of your pretty holes.
How good of a job you do will determine which one of those holes will get fucked tonight,” he growled, and I shuddered hard with heated need.
It felt dangerous and incredibly tempting at the same time.
One of his hands glided up and down the length of my spine, a gentle teasing touch that made me shiver.
What was wrong with me? Why was I even considering doing something so shameful?
My whole body felt like it was crackling with electricity. I moaned softly, aching to do what he asked and reluctant to do it at the same time.
“You have five minutes, little girl. If you don’t come in that time, I will put you over my knee and spank that naughty little clit until you do,” he warned, and I squeaked in alarmed arousal. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and slowly rolled my hips back and forth.
At first, my movements were tentative. It felt wrong to be grinding my fully naked body on him like this. The fabric of his slacks was soft, but it felt rough against my spanked pussy and that only added to the insatiable need deep inside my core.
My insecurity in my movements made them slow and I blushed as I realized that wouldn’t be enough to bring me to orgasm. I’d need to work harder.
As the seconds passed, I began to grow bolder. I ground my clit against the hardness of his length, over and over again. My sensitive folds were so sore, but my need was so much greater. My core wound tighter. My moans grew louder.
His grip on my hips tightened.
“Four more minutes, little girl.”
I cried out and drove myself against him. My hips rolled a bit more greedily, riding his cock as though it was made for me. The longer I ground myself against him, the more I wondered what it would feel like to ride his cock this way.
The more I wondered how much better his big cock would feel driving between my legs.
“Three minutes, little girl,” he threatened and the image of him spanking my pussy for not coming fast enough drove me even higher into the heights of arousal.
My skin was simmering with heat. My clit was pulsing, faster and faster and I keened as I began to lose control in an entirely different way.
He was the first person that would ever see me come.
“Two minutes,” he whispered in my ear and his breath ticked the tiny hairs at the side of my neck.
“I can’t,” I breathed. I was so aroused, but I felt so much pressure and a tiny vein of fear began to pulse inside me.
“You will, unless you want me to spank that disobedient little clit far harder than you want, little girl,” he warned, and my clit throbbed hard.
I edged closer and closer to release. I climbed higher and with one hand, he captured my left nipple between his fingers.
He pinched it lightly in a silent threat and when I gasped, he twisted it even harder.
An electric zing of pleasure radiated all across my breast, descending as if it was a direct conduit to my clit.
“Sixty seconds,” he added, and I cried out in fear. I ground hard against him, rolling my hips and doing everything in my power to force my orgasm to a head. He tormented my nipple and just when I thought I was out of time, he whispered in my ear once more.
“Thirty seconds. This is your last warning, little girl. You will come for me, or you will be punished, and I promise you that it will hurt,” he growled.
My thighs started to shake. My hips rocked back and forth at a fevered pace. I needed to come. I didn’t want him to spank my clit, but I knew that he would if I didn’t orgasm right now. I rode hard and as I approached that fateful edge, I curled my arms around him tightly.
I whimpered, ground down harder on him, and then I fell off that cliff.
I moaned and cried, writhing over his cock as my core convulsed with the heated bliss of orgasm.
I closed my eyes and curled up against him even as my hips continued to rock back and forth on his cock.
He was so hard and that only heightened my arousal, making it the longest and hardest orgasm I’d ever had in my life.
That first release was so strong that I soared. I trembled as the bright white heat of it enveloped me in its embrace. My inner walls fluttered hard, and I was almost sad that my pussy was empty even as I shuddered from the last heated seconds of orgasm.
My heart pounded perilously fast in my chest, and I opened my eyes, just realizing now that I must have closed them at one point. I swallowed hard, blushing as I lifted my head to face him, knowing that he’d just seen what I had done. He’d seen what I’d looked like when I’d come.
“Good girl,” he murmured and there was a faraway expression on his face that spoke to his own arousal.
He looked back at me like he wanted to possess me.
I wondered if he saw the same thing on my face.
He reached for my chin, grazing his thumb across my lower lip and impossibly, my pussy twitched with want again.
“Come now. Back over the bed,” he directed, and he let go of me. I searched his gaze, trying to figure out what he wanted from me next. When I didn’t obey right away, he lightly slapped my backside, and I bit my lip in order to hold back a cry.
The welts from his belt were still very tender.
Carefully, I climbed off his lap, and he situated me over the edge of the bed once more.
“Look at this soaking wet little pussy. I’m going to need to deal with that, aren’t I?” he mused, just as those delightfully cruel fingers slid up and down my sensitive folds once more. He teased me gently, but I was already so needy from before. Impossibly, my arousal surged once more.
If he kept this up, I would come again. I’d never pushed myself past one orgasm before. I had a feeling that he wasn’t going to give me an option not to.
He circled my clit, driving me crazy with mind-reeling pleasure.
“Yes, sir,” I moaned.
He unbuttoned his pants behind me, and I had trouble keeping myself still as I thought about what it might feel like to have his entire length driving into me.
Carefully, he slipped one finger inside of me and he groaned. It was the sexiest sound I’d ever heard in my life. My inner walls clenched around that single digit.
“You’re so tight, Natalia,” he said softly. He pushed inside me a bit deeper, and I bit back a gasp. He paused when he reached my virgin barrier for a moment, before he slowly pumped that single digit in and out of me.
It felt so impossibly good.
“This is going to hurt, Natalia, but I’m going to take great pleasure in being the first man to properly fuck this little pussy,” he warned, and I moaned as he taunted me with that finger.
He used the pad of another finger to tease my clit before he pulled them free and replaced them with the heated velvet that was his cock.
He didn’t enter me right away like I expected him to. Instead, he glided that big cock against the soaked wetness of my pussy. He slid his thick length along all of me until it teased my clit and I sucked in a gasp of pleasure at how delicious it felt.
I shouldn’t want this. I should want to kill him for what he did. I shouldn’t want him to fill me with his cock.
“You needed to be punished, didn’t you, little girl?” he murmured, and I shuddered hard knowing that he was going to take me very soon. His words distracted me from the thoughts in my head and his lingering touch turned my focus back to the pulsing bundle of nerves between my legs.
“Yes, sir,” I whispered hoarsely.
“You were such a good little girl when you rode my cock that I’ve decided to fuck this pretty pussy instead of this shy bottom hole of yours,” he continued, and I tensed at the thought of him using me in such a filthy manner.
“You wouldn’t,” I answered, curiously horrified at the image of him sliding into my most shameful of places. I pushed my hands against the bed in an attempt to get away, too ashamed to handle the way my body was constantly betraying my mind, but he forced me back down.
The head of his cock pressed against my entrance.
“I would, little girl. I’m going to fuck that naughty little bottom one day when you’ve been a very bad girl,” he replied.
I definitely couldn’t let him do that. I couldn’t bear it.
I’m not sure what came over me in that moment. For some reason, I saw red, and my mouth opened, and the words poured out before I could stop myself. Maybe I just wanted him to fuck me already. Maybe I was overwhelmed with frustration that he hadn’t yet.
Maybe I just needed to come again. Mostly I just needed him to make me.
“Fuck off, you bastard,” I spat, and he stilled behind me. He still didn’t push his cock into me, and I wailed, trying to push back against him.
“You are a treat, Natalia. Your bottom is still bright red and welted from my belt, and still, you fight me. I had planned to be gentle with you for your first time, but I can see that you need so much more than that,” he growled.
I squirmed and that only resulted in the head of his cock pushing against my entrance a bit more firmly. He leaned over me and grasped my wrists. He forced them behind my back, pinning them in place. I fought him, but I lost.