So grateful.
I’d stopped wondering what it was about this man that made me so crazy. I’d stopped trying to fight all the insane feelings I had, and gave myself permission to just fucking let go and enjoy it. Every second. He could be gone tomorrow, but for now, he was with me. And now that I’d finally let go of my thoughts I was able to enjoy not just this unconventional closeness with him, but also what he was doing to me. The feel of his hand meeting my skin.
Spanking me.
Smack.
Another holler rang from my throat, turning into a moan, because damn it…every time he hit me, the plug would sort of vibrate inside of me. It was pressing against sensitive places. I was getting wet from being beaten.
The idea was enough to make me laugh. Until the fourteenth smack sang against my sensitized cheek. The fifteenth was the hardest yet, and I yelled from the sheer pain as my eyes stung with tears I refused to shed.
Sixteen and seventeen came in quick, simultaneous strikes. He was so hard against my hip. I rubbed myself shamelessly against him now, caught between pain and a build up to pleasure. He groaned, and the sound reverberated through me, stilling me. I think maybe I pissed him off or something because the last three smacks rained down hard, right in the middle of my ass above the plug. I threw back my head and yelled from the shocking, blissful pain of it, and then I collapsed over his thigh, my head falling to my joined hands, breathing hard.
My ass was absolutely on fire. My crotch was wet and throbbing. My eyes burned. My head was a messy fog.
And then I felt his fingers at the plug, slowly twisting it. I moaned, too spent to move yet. My breathing quickened when he began to gently pull and the thick part popped out. The rest slid out easily and he tossed it to the floor. In my peripheral I could see him looking at my ass. He could probably see my swollen *, as well. What would he think of me? I felt suddenly ashamed, like I shouldn’t have been turned on.
“Fuck me,” he whispered in that low voice. “You are so wet.” He sounded amazed, in a good way. Relief chased away my shame. I was glad he noticed, and I hoped he’d take care of me like he always did. But his hand never ventured down there. Instead, they focused solely on my ass.
“On the bed,” he said, lifting my hips to help me. I crawled up. Mr. Douglas stripped himself of his clothes, and once again I was struck hard at the overall sight of him.
He pulled back the heavy comforter and lifted the sheet for me to climb under. His face looked tense. I didn’t know him well enough to read him, but I swore I saw something like worry there. Sudden fear jolted through me. He wanted to keep a sheet over us.
Somehow, I just knew he wasn’t going to fuck me. He wouldn’t force me to have anal sex. The thought should have made me happy, but it didn’t. Not at all. It made me panic.
After today, I knew without a doubt I’d be expected to do this on a regular basis. That meant whatever disgusting douchebag wanted to bang my ass next would actually end up being my first.
Ah, hell no. If anyone was going to be my first, it would be Mr. Douglas.
I reached for the sheet in his hand and threw it back alongside the comforter at the bottom of the bed. Mr. Douglas’s shocked look was almost comical…until it suddenly wasn’t. Because now he looked just plain angry, and it scared me. The thing was, he knew that I knew what he’d been trying to do. He knew that I was attempting to thwart his plan not to fuck me.
He knew I wanted him.
I shrunk back with my bound hands in my lap, lowering my eyes in shame and fear.
“Lo siento, Se?or…” I mumbled to him that I was hot, but that if he wanted the sheet I would pull it back up. I braced myself for a smack to the face, the common punishment for doing something that displeased a patron, but it never came.
Instead he said something completely unexpected.
“To start, I want you on top.”
A thrill shot through me as he sat against the headboard and motioned me toward him. His face was not happy. Again, I couldn’t read him, but I knew instinctually that he didn’t want this. You’d never know it from the size of his rock hard cock. But his manhood and his face were telling conflicting stories.
Still, I scooted forward until I was close enough to swing a leg over his lap. Nerves began to set in. This was really happening. He grabbed lube from the bedside table and put it on himself. He was beautiful to watch, even with that pinched expression that looked like he could punch a hole through the wall at any minute.