Chapter 26
FDAU
Clay
A sexy little whimper escapes her lips as Leni squirms beneath me. Personally, I’m good with either option, or both, really. I want to keep touching her. Want to keep pushing her, watching as she eagerly follows my commands and lets me take the lead.
“The—the second one,” she stumbles over her words.
“Stay here, love,” I command, pushing myself up to stand.
I take in her naked body, arms outstretched, the silver metal of the handcuffs shining in the evening light.
Pulling my shirt up over my head, I kick off my boots, then tuck my socks into them.
Leni’s watching me, her eyes never leaving my hands as they discard random items of clothing.
Once I’m fully naked, I stand over her. Fisting my cock I give it a few rough pulls, from root to tip.
Her eyes widen, tongue darting out to lick her lips. Her muscles start to shiver, like it’s taking an effort to do as I said, to stay where she is.
“Such a good girl for me.” Her eyelids flutter closed, back arching off the ground.
Yeah, my girl likes that a lot. “If you turn over,” I say, voice gruff as I jerk my dick again, hard enough to hurt.
“I need you to know that I won’t be able to hold back.
It’s going to be hard and fast. Do you want that? ”
Her eyes pop open, glazed over with lust. “Yes.”
“If I take you from behind, I’m going to leave my handprint on your ass. Do you want that?”
Her teeth sink into her juicy bottom lip as she nods her head eagerly. I quirk an eyebrow, prompting her to open that pretty mouth again. “Yes, Clay.”
“Then turn over, baby. Face down, ass up.”
She scrambles to her knees eagerly, pressing those perfect tits into the blanket, her arms stretched out in front of her head, giving me the perfect view of the handcuffs she still has on.
Thank God I need to get on my knees for this, because standing is no longer an option, not when she peeks over her shoulder and flutters her eyelashes at me. Not when she’s so open and trusting.
Lining myself up behind her, I smooth my hands over her ass and up her back.
Drawing my hand away, I pause. I’ve done this with other partners, but it feels different with Leni.
I’ve spent my entire adult life trying to prove that I am not my father.
I don’t find pleasure in hurting people, but I do like control in the bedroom.
I like to punish and praise, and that’s all I want in this moment.
Leni senses my internal battle, turning to look over her shoulder, she gives me a coy smile. “I didn’t wear panties all day,” she croons. “Took me until after lunch to convince myself I could shower you off.”
I groan, smoothing my hands over her ass as I watch that grin turn into something feral on her face.
“Then I touched myself in the shower, thinking about the way you fucked me with your fingers.”
“Fuck.” I squeeze her hips, kneading my fingers into the soft skin. “So fucking naughty.”
“So naughty.” She bites her lip, fluttering her lashes at me. “What are you going to do about it, Deputy?”
I pull my hand back and send it flying into her ass cheek. A satisfying crack sounds, a sting biting at my own skin before I soothe the mark on her.
Leni moans, pushing her needy little cunt into my dick that’s fighting to get between her cheeks. “More?”
“Again, Clay.” I smack her again, spreading my fingers and hitting the same spot. Satisfaction washing over me as my handprint begins to show on her soft, tan skin. She screams this time. “Yes, again.”
I raise my hand to smack her again. Lining myself up with her entrance, I brace her with my other hand on her hip. The moment my hand connects with her skin, I slam myself into her, hard and deep. Leni nearly collapses beneath me, choking on a sob.
“Shh.” I soothe away the sting with my hand. “You’re doing so good, baby. Look how well you take me.” I grip her hips properly and pick up a rhythm that is as brutal as I warned her it would be. She’s sobbing beneath me, chanting my name over and over again as our skin slaps together.
“It’s too much.”
“You can do it, Leni girl. I wish you could see how well you’re taking me.”
She moans, pushing back into me.
The position feels almost too good for me, but I can tell it’s not quite enough for her.
Sliding my hand into her hair, I grab a fistful and pull her up.
Fitting her back to my chest, I slam into her from the new angle, and she cries out again.
It’s the best feeling in the world, to be balls deep in my girl, knowing I’m the one making her scream like this.
I look down over her shoulder, mesmerized by the way her tits bounce with each of my thrusts, the way the handcuffs clink as she brings her hands up to play with her nipples.
Sliding my hand down her middle, I find the spot where she needs me.
The second I put pressure on her clit, Leni falls forward, her orgasm too powerful to allow for any words.
I’m not even sure she’s breathing as her pussy clenches around me, like she’s trying to suck my dick even deeper inside of her.
I break, following her into oblivion as my own release destroys me.
We sit for a moment, both of us needing a minute to come down from that.
I have never ever had sex like this. I’ve had good sex, sure, but this?
Being with Leni? It’s the closest thing I’ve found to heaven on earth.
The way her body fits into mine, like she was made for me. Like we were made for each other.
Eventually, Leni slumps into me, her body spent. I settle her back onto the blanket. She stretches her arms up high, her hip curving up with the stretch, showing my handprint on her ass.
“Fuck baby. If I could take a picture of you right now, looking like that.”
She sucks that bottom lip between her teeth and gives me a coy little shrug.
“So do it.” I feel my dick jump between my legs at her compliance and the way her voice is strained and sexy.
Leaning over, I snatch my phone from the pocket of my jeans and do just that.
By the time I get us cleaned up and get my boxers back on, I realize Leni is still in handcuffs, still lying there like a model with her arms stretched above her.
“Give me your hands.” Slowly lifting her hands, she tries to hide a wince, which makes me pause. “Did I hurt you?”
“No.” She gives me a knowing grin, rolling her wrists out when I remove the cuffs. “Not hurt, I’m just sore. The good kind of sore.”
“There’s a good kind of sore?”
“Of course there is.” She sighs when I rub my fingers over the little red marks the cuffs made.
“I wasn’t too rough?”
“No, Clay.” She brings a hand up to my face to pull me into a kiss. “That was perfect, it was amazing. You’re amazing.”
I peck her lips once, then on the tip of her nose, before fishing through the picnic basket to pull out a sandwich for her.
“Should I get dressed to eat?” She bites her lip again, clearly picking up on the way it affects me. Leaning back, I take in her sweaty skin, that freshly fucked glow in her cheeks.
“No, I don’t think so.” I wink before taking a bite of my own sandwich.
“Ah, rats,” she giggles, not at all disappointed by my answer.