6. 6 ADRIAN
6 ADRIAN
Mckenna’s lip quivers as she leans down, thrusting her breasts out.
I stroll over to the table slowly and casually, taking off the gloves.
“I can smell you from here, my needy slut.”
The low moan that escapes through the gag is mournful and makes my cock throb.
I smile to myself with my back turned. These gloves are evil for this game because they pick up all the oil from the skin. No matter how clean Mckenna was after that shower, she wouldn’t be spotless, no matter what.
I snap on another pair and pick up the crop.
“Too slow, hellion.” Striding across the room, I lift her breast with one hand, and I bring the crop down on the tip of her nipple.
“Ow!” Her shoulders hunch forward, and her hands leave her head, covering her nipple protectively.
I tap the back of her hands with the crop.
“None of that. You will take your punishment for disobeying. Hold those breasts for me, hellion.”
She glares at me, and a flood of drool runs down her face. I swipe some with a gloved finger and rub it across her eyebrow. “Stay still.”
The anger in her eyes is so hot it almost burns me, but it’s the shiver that’s rolling through her body, the slight quiver in her legs that has my cock painfully pressing against my zipper.
I don’t give her any warning and strike her left breast just above her nipple. Then her right. She glares at me, but holds her ground.
Working up from her areola, I cover her breast with the flapper, bringing it down quickly, in a thud, thud, thud rhythm, before changing to the other side and flicking as fast as I can with my wrist.
The slappy sound against her delicate flesh makes me continue.
Mckenna moans after every slap. A bright red flush spreads across her neck.
Damn this woman.
We could have been so good together. She could have freely been mine. Even through my anger, I have pride as I crop her over and over, her breasts reddening so sexily, her breathing turning shallow, that she is taking this punishment so well. I want to caress and praise her, but my anger won’t soften.
“Now, hellion, lean down and grasp your ankles. I am going to fuck your ass.” Her eyes widen and my words have caused even more drool to flow from her mouth. A string of it hangs in the air as she leans over.
I catch it with a finger and rub it against her cheek. “This is what you deserve.”
She turns her cheek towards me and I can’t help it. I caress it for a moment.
The air between us is tense, sparks crackle between us, heavy with anticipation.
“That’s perfect, my cockwarmer.”
Muffled noises emit from her mouth, but she grabs her ankles.
I could use a spreader bar, but why make it easier?
Taking my time, I make my way to the chair, letting the silence stretch.
Her nipples are beaded points that are begging for attention.
I know exactly what I want to do to her next. “Come here, Mckenna, stand in front of me.”
She comes to stand right in front of me.
“Good. I’m going to take off the gag, and then you’ll remember your manners and thank me.”
I stand, and because I’m not a complete monster, I run my hands through her silky hair. It was always gorgeous. She cut it shorter than I’ve ever seen her wear, and I like it. Careful not to catch any strands, I unlatch the gag and set it aside.
“Thank you, Sir.” Her voice sounds hoarse.
I pass her a bottle of water. “Drink.”
She uncaps it and takes a sip.
“Look how dirty you are, with drool all over yourself. Next time, I’ll wash you myself because you can’t seem to keep clean.”
Her eyes widen at my dry tone and I chuckle. “Turn around, Mckenna, and bend over. I’m going to examine your ass and see how tight it is.”
She gasps whether from fear or pleasure, I’m not sure, and before I slap her gorgeous behind, she turns, bending as far as she can.
Mckenna’s always been athletic, and she doesn’t have any trouble holding her pose.
“Does this ass get used a lot?”
“No, Sir.”
“Ever?”
“I’ve had anal sex before, yes.”
The roll of rage that hums through my skin at her admission startles me. I slap her hard enough to leave a hand-print.
“Ow!”
I bring my open palm down on her ass. She jerks forward and grits out an “Oof.”
I do it again, harder, to try to dislodge my anger.
Anger that someone else got to take this woman before I did.
I stop after three more and trace the outline of my hand on her delicate skin.
“I’m going to fuck every hole you have, Mckenna. I am being kind in preparing you. Did you douche before the auction tonight?”
“Yes, Sir.”
Taking the bottle of lube, I dribble some into her ass crack and spread it through with my finger.
She lets out a low muffle.
“Does it feel good, hellion?”
I lube up my gloved finger and push my finger in, circling her opening.
“It doesn’t feel bad, Sir.” Mckenna’s voice is lusty and thick, and I want to drown in it. For months, I had wondered what happened to her.
I had tried to protect her from the takeover that day. She wasn’t supposed to be there. And when I saw her just standing there, glaring at me, I couldn’t help the rhetoric that came out of my mouth.
I add another finger, diving past her tight ring of muscle. She cries out and stumbles. I grab her elbow, steadying her.
“Breathe and take this for me, Mckenna. I want you to feel how much control I have over you. You are mine for this weekend. I’m going to make sure your body knows that.”
I work my fingers in and out of her hole. She goes up on her toes, gasping.
I grin, loving how responsive she is to me, even though she probably hates every moment.
“How does it feel, Mckenna, to know I’m the one who’s fucking your ass?”
I take my finger out, lube up the butt plug so every inch of the wide plug is coated.
“I…hate it,” she says the words, but her tone betrays how this is turning her on.
“I don’t care if you do.” I press my palm against her ass, fuck her tight hole with my fingers again.
She whimpers, arching back against my digits. “How does this make you feel, hellion?”
“Exposed. And…”
“And what? Tell me, how does my finger fucking your ass make you feel?”
“Hot.” The words come out in a shriek.
“Yeah. You’re such a needy slut, you can’t help it, can you?” I slip my fingers out, then I hold the plug against her ass.
“Ah! Fuck. I hate it.”
“Really? What do you hate about it?” I push the plug into where my fingers were. Her shoulders tense immediately at the new intrusion. “Relax, Mckenna. It’s going in either way.”
“Oh, God!”
“Ah! Ohhh!” she slumps forward as I fuck her with the plug.
“There, nice and easy. Let’s see how this does, shall we?” I pump the plug, watching how it expands in her ass. “Gorgeous!”
“What is this? Oh!” She grabs her ass. I take off my gloves and toss them in the wastebasket.
I clamp a hand down on her shoulder. “Oh? Did I forget to mention it’s inflatable?”
She shakes her head back and forth. “I can’t! Oh!” The keening wail she gives out makes me wonder if she’s orgasmed.
“Yeah, it’s so good.” I twirl a piece of her hair around my finger and pull her out of her stance. I give it another pump, watching her face drain of color.
“Oh! I…!”
“Get on the floor, on your hands and knees, Mckenna, and tell me why you hate that I am making you come apart with need so desperate I can taste it.”
She might not know it, but my ordering her to the floor will make it easier on her body to take the inflatable plug. She kneels in front of the chair, her ass facing me, and remembering how I used her as a footstool in the dressing room, I put my bare foot on her back and give the plug another pump.
She rocks back and forth under me, making a soft, keening sound.
“I hate it because you ruined my life. And now I have no choice but to endure whatever you do to me.”
“That’s right. Because what are you?”
“I’m... a shoe-licking cockwarmer slut, Sir.” The tremble in her voice makes me damn hard. I’ve waited years to sink my cock into her pussy. I’m not waiting another second.
“Oh! That ahhh…” Her sounds are somewhere between pain and pleasure, and I know this can be painful.
I give the plug two more pumps, chuckling as she rises from the floor, rolling to her back.
“Does that feel comfortable?”
“No, Sir. It feels uncomfortable. It feels so full, like it’s pressing into me.”
“Good. I don’t want you to get comfortable.” I slide my foot along her calf, reaching over to her pussy. I rub the side of my foot along her pussy lips.
“Fuck!” She lifts her body off the floor, but right back down forward and my toe presses harder on her pussy.
“Oh, the cockwarmer likes that, does she? If you can make yourself come by humping my foot, you may.”
My toe slides along her pussy lips, slick with her juices. She rocks on her knees, back and forth, moaning high pitched breathy sounds.
I give two more pumps to the butt plug. Mckenna thumps her fists on the carpet, her hair falling in front of her face, and it’s so sweet to me to have her like this at my feet and at my mercy. My balls are so tight they might bust open right here.
“Do you want to come, Mckenna?”
“Yes, Sir! Please.”
“Then work for it. Show me.”
She wails, and this high-pitched, breathy sound fills the room as I run my toe back and forth. My toe glides easily because her pussy is so drenched.
She grinds on me, moaning, a flush creeping her shoulders.
Need rolls through me, making my cock jerk. The pump can inflate even more and I give it another pump.
“How does that feel, Mckenna? Nice and full?”
“Yes, Sir.” Her voice is so thick that it sounds as if it’s far away.
“Come for me, you cockwarmer.”
I drag my toes through her outer lips, loving how she trembles beneath my foot. Finding her clit, I press down on it.
The keening sound she makes is full of pleasure as her body moves, rocking heavily while she claws at the floor.
“Now,” I lean forward, swatting the end of the plug. My hand stings from the impact.
Her toes curl, and she shoots up to her knees, wailing as the orgasm crashes through her.
I leave my foot where it is, right inside her hot heat. I’m transfixed as she closes her eyes, her breath shuddering. I’m sure I’m going to come in my slacks. The wail she makes echoes through the room, for a full moment, until she’s spent, on her hands and knees, rocking on the floor.
“Now lick my foot clean, Mckenna.”
“No! Oh God.” She slumps over, exhaling.
Her eyes are still clouded with lust, and her cheeks are flaming red.
“Now.”
She doesn’t say a word but bends to the task, her pink tongue coming out in short little licks.
“That’s going to take all night, Mckenna. Get to it.” I pump the plug up once more and laugh as she licks my toes, a slobbering mess over my feet, eagerly cleaning me up.
I love how she is fearful but obedient.
The sight of her tongue swiping against the side of my foot is too much. I can’t hold back any longer.
I remove my foot and grab a good handful of her hair, pulling her back to me.
“What do you think I want, Mckenna?”
Her green eyes stare daggers at me through the cloud of lust, but she reaches for my zipper.
“You’ve never been dumb,” I mumble.
Not wanting to wait anymore, I shove my pants off, throw them across the room, with my hand still in her hair, and press her face to my erect cock.
“Suck me.”
Mckenna opens her pretty lips and puts them around the head of my glistening cock. Her tongue laps around the tip. She holds my cock delicately in her fingers, takes her time lapping and sucking, but I want more and I use her hair as a handle, guiding her head.
“I want to explode in your hot mouth. And you better not take too long, or that plug will stay in there all night.”
Her cheeks hollow, taking my cock even further into her mouth, her eyes blazing into mine.
She increases her speed, her lips coming off my cock, and then back on as she swallows on my head.
Damn.
This feels so fucking hot. I’ve had many women give me head before, but never like this. As if she’s trying to show how much she hates me by how quick she’s bobbing on my cock, with how fast her tongue is flicking my underside, but all she is doing is making me ready to burst.
I pull her head up to slow her down, then pull the other way to speed her up. I do that for several long minutes because I enjoy the fact that Mckenna has my cock in her mouth and she is on her knees between my legs.
But I can’t hold back anymore and let go of her hair.
My hands cup her cheeks, and I take control of the pace, face-fucking her, fast and hard. Until the liquid fire breaks open at the base of my spine. Even though I said I’d wait, I don’t want to.
I take my cock out of her mouth. “Get on the bed, Mckenna, with your legs spread.”
“Yes, Sir.”
She walks awkwardly because of the plug, and I stifle a laugh as she gingerly climbs on the bed.
“Yes, hands and knees, just like that.”
Grabbing the wastebasket and the lube, I come behind her, and trail my hands down her shoulders to the side. I can’t help but lift her hair and kiss her birthmark.
“I am going to own this fine ass of yours. My cock is going to slip in, and it’s going to fuck you hard. Ready?”
“Yes, Sir.” Her breathy gasp could be mistaken for eagerness if not for the barb in her tone.
I deflate the plug, pop it out, and put it in the small wastebasket.
The tip of my cock touches her ass, and Mckenna tenses up.
I grab her fleshy underside and squeeze. “You can make it easy or not, Mckenna. Up to you.”
I press my cock to her ass and push past the tight ring of muscles, inch by inch, and as she clenches around me, I feel like I am done. She cries out as I thrust, and then I am not gentle. I bite her shoulder blade as I thrust right to my hilt. And as if her flesh, and her tight ass that’s gripping my cock, is a punching bag, I thrust into her, hard and fast.
She’s so tight, even after that inflated plug that stretched every part of her back hole.
The nonsensical sounds coming from her lips are gorgeous, even as they wrap around the anger in my heart. “I am going to fill your ass right now. What do you say to that?”
With slow, deliberate strokes, I pump into her hole.
“Please! Please, Sir, fill my ass,” she shrieks the words and her begging takes me by surprise but ignites my release. Her shudder makes me want to slow it down, and I do, even though it’s agony because all I want to do is plow into her. But she feels so fucking good. I don’t want this to end.
“You’re so damn needy.” I grip her shoulder, brushing my fingertips over the bite mark.
“Yes! Please!”
My balls tighten and fire licks up my spine, electric hot and ready to tow me under.
I explode into her so hard, I see stars. “So good,” I pant out, brushing my lips again against her birthmark.
With a guttural growl, I collapse on top of her, feeling her ass gape around my cock. “Oh hellion, that was fucking good.”
“Yeah,” she shivers against me.
I know it’s from our exertion. I wrap an arm around her. For a few seconds, I briefly hold her, my nostrils flaring with her scent.
“Your ass is nice and tight. I can’t wait to do it again. Go clean up the toys and then shower.” My tone is softer, more gentle.
“Yes, Sir.”
She sits up, and I pass her the wastebasket, not making eye contact with her.
The problem with wanting my revenge on Mckenna is that it conflicts with how much I want to hold her, tell her she’s a good girl, and reward her for meeting my every demand.
I can’t give her that, but I can give her a reprieve and she needs her strength for all the things I have yet to do to her.
Thinking of what’s in store for her tomorrow, I chuckle.
It’s time for a different kind of revenge, and I can’t wait to see her face as I give it to her.