44. Forty-four
Forty-four
Payton
A insley naked on her hands and knees in front of me is a sight to behold. Her lithe curves and heart-shaped ass are tormenting. I bite the swell of one cheek and she yelps.
“You’re a freaking alligator today! I’m going to have teeth marks all over me.”
“Good. It should be apparent to anyone who sees you that you belong to me. You can bite me back anywhere you want and I’ll wear your teeth prints with pride to show that you own me.”
I drop down and lick along her ass crack and she lets out a startled sound that quickly turns to a moan as I tease her puckered entrance. Fuck yes, she’s okay with ass play. I get her nice and wet while heightening her anticipation. She’s even pushing back against my face for more as I show her what proper prep should feel like. Fuck, every part of Ainsley is amazing and tantalizingly good. I pull her cheeks apart, stretching her and massaging what I’m going to play with.
I give her one last lick and pull away, popping the cap on a bottle of lube, and pouring a trickle down to her tight ring. I swirl it around with my finger, coating her properly and dragging it down to ensure her pussy and clit are coated, too. She’s arching, rocking back into my fingers, and looking back at me with heavy-lidded eyes. My girl wants this. I coat the metal plug with lube and hold it up for her to see.
“You’re going to take this just like you’re going to take my cock, because you’re my good little slut who wants me to fill every hole.”
Her lashes flutter and she lets out a delicious moan. I take the opportunity and press the plug against her ass, pushing it into the tight ring of muscle with steady force while massaging her clit. She cries out and pushes back against me, taking the plug easily and grinding against my hand. I let her rock against me while pulling on the jeweled base. In seconds, she’s coming apart, her face dropping to the mattress, her pussy pulsing in a quick rhythm that has me growing hard and ready to plunge inside of her.
I growl in pleasure as she moans into the bed, half tempted to keep her in this position, but I want her closer for what comes next. I need intimacy and closeness with her when I’m inflicting pain and punishment, even if she likes it. I need the connection as much as she does.
I sit at the end of the bed and pull her to straddle my thigh, facing me, before bending her forward under my arm toward the bed. She’s languid, letting me position her without a fight until I have her secure with my arm around her waist and ass up, her legs dangling on either side of my thigh so her toes brush the ground. She’ll be able to push off the ground for leverage and grind on my thigh in this position, but won’t be able to get away from me.
“How do you feel about losing your job at the Gazette?” I ask her.
She sighs and props her head on her folded arms, “I’m fine. They’re a second-rate paper and I can do better.”
“You truly can, but how do you feel , little Spitfire?” I drop my voice low, taking on a commanding tone.
She squirms on my thigh, her pussy rubbing against my pants, the movements making the jeweled plug in her ass wink at me, and she huffs. “I’m fucking fine, just drop it already.”
I swing my arm and spank her ass, hard. She flinches and cries out, the sound beautiful but not close to her breaking point. She’s clenching around the plug, which is going to make her release even better when she gets there.
“You’re not fine. You weren’t prepared to lose your job on top of losing your gossip outlet because you were exposed by a spiteful ex. How…Do…You…Feel?” I ask, bringing my hand down on her ass with stinging efficiency between each word.
She whimpers, her toes pushing against the floor as she writhes against my thigh. She’s holding out from losing her shit, but close to getting off from the pain of the spanking and the friction of my thigh, which is the point of this position. I swing my palm again and connect with a stinging slap over the reddened cheek I’ve focused on. I haven’t pulled my strength this time, knowing she can take it, or use her words if not.
I turn to watch as she rocks forward, her head thrown back as she screams and bucks her hips against me, her thighs quivering with her release.
“That’s it, you’re doing so well,” I growl as she continues to rock against my thigh.
Her face quickly transforms from ecstasy to agony as she drops her head down onto her arms and bursts into tears.
“I fucked up again and no one will want me now. I’ll never make it as a real journalist,” she sobs, her voice muffled and thick with tears, her back heaving under my arm.
I rub soft circles against her skin as she cries. “Let it out, sweetheart,” I coax.
“I can’t do anything right and I’m a failure.”
“You’re doing so good. Keep going, baby.”
She needs this emotional release, and it turns out the physical pain from our play is a good way for her to connect and process her feelings. I’ve learned she’d rather keep everything bottled up inside, building walls and keeping me out, but I’m not going to allow that from now on. She’s going to deal with shit as it comes, and we’re going to do it together so I can hold her up and give her my strength when she doesn’t have enough of her own.
“I can’t even make it at a second-rate paper. I don’t deserve anything better.” She presses her face into her arms and bawls.
Okay. That’s enough of that self-defeating nonsense she’s used to tear herself apart. I scoop her into my arms and hold her to my chest, letting her cry into my shoulder as I soothe her. It’s time for me to build her back up.
“You’re one of the most talented writers I’ve ever read. Not only because of your work on the Haute List, which has always been entertaining and evocative, but for your real news stories that have managed to make even the most mundane subjects interesting. You have a brilliance for storytelling that goes beyond reporting facts or gossip. Millions of people read the Haute List because of your writing, not just your subjects.”
I kiss her temple and smooth hair away from her face. Her sobs have stopped and her tears slowed, but she still carries an aura of despondency that I need to eradicate with praise and a plan.
“You're not a failure. You’ll figure out what comes next in due time. You’ve been given an opportunity to pursue any avenue you want now that you’re not tied to the fucking Gazette where they wanted to keep you mired in mediocrity. Your time to shine is here, and big things are coming for you, my love.”
She looks up at me through red-rimmed eyes, her dark lashes wet and spiky. “The Southern Sounder offered me a job as a page six gossip columnist today.”
I smile brightly and place another kiss on her forehead. “See, it’s already looking up!” I’d connected with that paper earlier with an inquiry about a position for Ainsley on staff. She could easily write circles around everyone that’s currently part of that paper. I’m glad they reached out to her after all. It wasn’t guaranteed, but they do owe me some favors for a few stories I’ve given them first access to.
“I’m not going to take it. I don’t want to write gossip and resurrect the Haute List in newspaper form, and I don’t want to work for a paper that’s only interested in me because of my notoriety. I want to grow, not stay complacent in my mistakes.”
My heart swells at her integrity and dedication to doing what’s right. She has an opportunity to take a job that would be so easy, a natural next step, and a solid income, yet she’s not content to stay within the gossip sphere where she was unintentionally hurting people with her words. I’m so fucking proud of her for making this choice, as difficult as I know it must be when she’s so uncertain of her future. It doesn't bother me at all that the little bit of coaxing and string-pulling I did was for nothing. I’d rather Ainsley make this decision herself and feel good about it than take a job she hates and feel like she’s contributing to the problem.
“The right opportunity will come along and feel like the perfect fit. You have something special that others will recognize. Wait and see. In the meantime, I need to fuck this perfect ass of yours and fill my favorite fuckdoll up with cum.”
Ainsley stares into my face with a confused expression. “You still want me after I’ve had a total breakdown?”
I lick her cheek, tasting salt and sadness.
“I like it when you cry,” I growl. “It turns me on when you experience true emotion and release those pent-up feelings instead of boxing them away and not dealing with the shit that comes at you. I especially like it when you come apart and the tears come with it. So, yes, Princess, I still fucking want you after your breakdown. Now, take off my pants like my good slut and show me you want me to fuck you like a whore.”
Ainsley slides off my lap and obediently works my pants free. I lift my hips for her and watch as her eyes grow hooded with desire when she sees my cock swollen and leaking precum for her again. She runs her finger down the line of barbells, making my cock twitch and I groan. She crawls back on the bed and points her backend my way, pressing her face down into the mattress, stretching her arms out in front of her so her ass is in the air and showing off the jeweled plug. One of her cheeks is cherry red and has an impression of my palm standing out in stark relief. This woman is so fucking hot. So mine.
“I’m ready for you, Daddy, come use my holes.”
My control was barely holding on by a frayed tether before her taunt. Now I’m at her back, fisting my cock and sliding into her wet cunt before she can finish her amused laughter. She groans at the fullness, grabbing the duvet cover and shaking with the unique feeling of being so full. She has no idea what she’s in for.
“Not so funny now, is it, Princess?” I growl.
I roughly fuck her, bottoming out in her dripping pussy and she gasps with the fullness. I slide out to the tip, gripping her hips to slam her back down on my cock. She makes an unintelligible sound and claws at the bed, drool dripping from her plush bottom lip as her mouth hangs open. Good. I managed to shut off her brain and she’s out of her head with desire and simply feeling in a primal sense now.
I haul her up on her knees and against my chest, wrapping my hand around her throat so I can keep her close and kiss her while I play with her clit. Her hands come up to my forearm and behind my head, holding me tightly and keeping me as close as I can be as she kisses me back fiercely. Don’t worry baby, I’m not going anywhere.
I pull away from her mouth, dragging my lips to her ear. “You’re my perfect cock sleeve, here for my pleasure, and you’re not going to come until I tell you you can.”
I continue my brutal rhythm, her sounds growing more erratic and urgent as I slowly circle my fingers at her clenching pussy and squeeze her throat tighter. She’s desperate, her body closing in on the release I keep just out of reach. It feels so good to hold her here, edging the elusive orgasm she wants so badly, not able to take a full breath. I move my fingers faster.
“Be a good girl and come for me, Princess.”
Her breath stutters, cunt clamping down on my cock as she races to her climax, no sound releasing through the hold I have on her. I ease up my grip, needing to hear her beautiful sounds. She gulps in a breath and instantly whimpers her pleasure, an aphrodisiac to my ears.
“Just like that sweetheart. You sound so pretty coming for me.” My voice is guttural. I fucking love the way she feels around me and how hard she makes me with her noises. I could get lost in a moment like this, give her anything she asks for, and more. She’s my queen. My goddess. The fucking sun I orbit.
“Payton,” she gasps, pulling me back to the moment with her nails raking down my arm as waves continue to roll over her.
Hearing my name from her lips is the most satisfying sound. Her sweet voice full of pleasure brings me to the edge. I groan into her hair, spilling my load as she flutters around me. Her pussy sucks my release from me, spilling down my shaft when she’s too full to hold anymore.
I slide my hand down to where we’re joined. “Look at the mess you made. Clean it up and don’t waste a drop, my greedy girl.” I swipe my fingers through our cum and bring it back to her mouth. She sucks my fingers clean, her tongue darting out and catching every bit, sending a thrill through me. My growl of pleasure rumbles through my chest as I praise her. “Good girl.”