She yelped as a sudden smack startled her, the pain fresh and sharp, blossoming on her ass into a burn that morphed into something else, something warm and needy between her thighs. “Oh!”
“You like that?” She murmured her assent. He stroked where he’d spanked a few times, then gave her a slap on the other ass cheek, a little harder.
She squeaked and wriggled on his lap, but again, the burn on her skin seeped in and ignited something in her belly, making her clit so needy that she wanted to hump his leg and come right that fucking second.
“Don’t move so much,” he said, his voice with a smile, as if he knew what she was thinking. “You’re being good for me, remember?”
Then he lifted his hand and spanked her again, and again, a volley of slaps that echoed around the room and made her dance across his thighs until she couldn’t take it anymore and called out his name.
He stopped and rubbed away the burn. “Such a bad girl, Fia. Look what you did…you got my pants all wet from rubbing on me while I spanked you. It looks like you enjoy a little punishment, don’t you?”
“Yes,” she blurted out. “Yes, it turned me on.”
“Do you want me to touch you, now? If you do, you’re going to have to beg,” he warned her.
“I don’t beg,” she managed, gritting her teeth, but it was hard to concentrate because he’d slid her thighs apart and was finally touching her pussy. God! It was so, so fucking good! He inserted one finger, then another, pumped them. With his other, he reached under her belly and slid his hand along until he cupped her mound and began to stroke her clit.
She cried out with pleasure, adjusting her legs to get the right pressure, not caring that she was spread out for him, naked, glazed with her own arousal, letting him touch her as we wanted, letting him spank her.
“I’m going to make you come so hard you fucking scream,” he growled. “But you don’t come until I say, or else I’ll turn you back over my lap and spank you again, harder and longer this time. Understand?”
“Yes,” she whispered, widening her thighs and pushing into his hand.
“Let’s switch it up,” he decided, and lifted her up to sit backwards on his lap, her back against his chest. “Now spread those sexy thighs for me and keep them nice and wide.” He reached down and fingered her clit, light soft touches, and she made little sounds of pleasure as the tingle in her belly started to grow and rise into something powerful.
When he shifted her body again so she was lying on the couch, and then stood up, she almost cried in frustration. She wanted his hands back on her body.
“Let me see if I can help you out,” he murmured, and he got down onto his knees between her thighs. She glanced over and started to speak, but then his mouth was on her pussy and his tongue was on her clit and she shot straight into the stratosphere.
“You wanna come, you need to beg me,” he snapped, as her thighs started to quiver, and she made a keening noise. “Otherwise you wait.”
“Please!” She gave in and tossed everything to him, everything she had. “Please, Dylan, let me come. Please, please, please.”
“You really need it?”
“Yes, please.” She was nearly sobbing. She’d never been this close to orgasm for so long and been made to hold out, and it was exquisitely excruciating. It felt so good, but so incomplete, and her body was already barreling towards release.
“Then come,” he ordered, and put his mouth back. He swirled his tongue and sucked her clit, and she screamed as the orgasm shot through her like white lighting, a wave that kept crashing and growing, a feeling that didn’t stop. Convulsing her body, pushing into him, she cried out and thrust her hips as the orgasm kept going and going. Finally tapped out, she flopped down onto the couch, unable to move or speak, with residual sparks of pleasure sparking over and over again.
He stroked her face and hair, murmuring to her, she was beautiful, she was fucking amazing, she was incredible. His voice, combined with the bliss she’d felt, sent her into a trance, and it was several minutes before she roused herself enough to open her eyes.
“Hey.” She smiled at him.
“Hey.” He stroked her thigh.
“That was really, really good.” She blushed. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.” He squeezed gently.
“Like, incredible. So fucking good.”
“I know.” He looked smug.
She kicked at him with her foot. “Braggart!”
He laughed. “Just honest. Come on, you screamed my name and nearly passed out. It seemed obvious that you liked it.”
“Like is an understatement.” And her body was already craving more. She turned and sat up, noting the wetness between her thighs, and the fact that he was still fully dressed. The illicit nature of the whole thing so far turned her on again. She liked being dirty like this. It was fucking fun.
She stood up and ran her fingers over her nipples, which, although slightly sore, felt used in a good, sexy way. “I think I’d like to do that again. But with you naked this time. I think I’ve earned it.”
“Oh, you’ve earned something, all right,” he growled, getting to his feet in an instant and starting to undo his buttons.
“Well, I certainly hope so,” she said, raising an eyebrow, then screamed in laughter as he reached out and slapped her on the ass. “Where’s your bedroom?”
“Down the hall. Second door, right. But don’t worry, I’ll take you.” He suddenly scooped her up and tossed her over his shoulder, and she laughed in delighted alarm, and he put a hand on her ass to keep her anchored down.
“Put me down!”
“I will, on the bed, when I’m ready to fuck you.”
He entered the room and flipped on the light, then laid her on top of the covers. She barely noted the large room, masculine décor, thick rug, a discarded tie on the nightstand, because her attention was fully on him as he undressed. She sat up, naked, watching.
“I like watching you strip,” she told him.
“I liked watching you strip. It’s fucking sexy as hell.”
“It is. Go slower,” she demanded, pointing at him. “Take the shirt down slowly. Then turn around and show me your sexy back. Drop the shirt and turn around when I say so, and only then.”
“Yes, ma’am,” he smirked, and her arousal shot through the roof at his grin. He did what she said, flexing his muscles when he turned, acting like a male stripper, and she caught her breath.
“Now the pants,” she ordered. “Take them off and let me see your ass.”
“Your wish is my command,” he replied softly, and slid down his pants and briefs in one smooth movement.
She admired his chiseled physique from the back, anticipating seeing him turn around.
“And now?” he asked.
“Now…” She hesitated.
“Now it’s my turn to give the orders again,” he said, and strode over to the bed. His cock was hard and long, perfect, nearly brushing his stomach, and she sucked in a breath.
“Oh, it is?” But she wanted him to, so she lay back with her head on the pillow and placed her hands over her head. She put her feet flat on the bed, knees up, and deliberately opened her thighs. “I wonder what you’ll want, though. Hmmm.”
“I can think of a few things,” he said. “You gonna let me tie you up, like you said?” He quirked a brow.
“If you think you can hold me down,” she said giggling, and then her eyes widened when he grabbed her and pinned her, effortlessly. One second he was standing there, showing off his huge cock; the next he was on top of her, his breath ticking her neck, his strong hands holding down her small ones, his thighs straddling hers.
“Like this, you mean?” He laughed down at her, but it was sort of sweet, not at all unkind.
“I can get away if I want.”
“Try.” He nodded his chin. “Go for it. You win, you pick how we fuck. I win, I pick.”
“Dylan, I hate to have to break it to you, but no matter who w
ins, the dick goes into the pussy. Do I need to get out an anatomy bo…whaaa!” She shrieked as he flipped her to the side and smacked her ass.
“Smartass,” he remarked, and spanked her again.
“I’m just trying to be helpful,” she pointed out, and earned another hard slap on her ass. “Ouch! I’m sorry.”
“What I meant,” he clarified, settling her onto her back again, and kneeling back over her, his lips near her ear, “is winner picks the position.”
“Nice save, Einstein,” she quipped, then giggled out loud as he pinched her nipple. “Ow! You’re mean!” But she liked the pop of pain. She wanted him to do it again.
“You know you fucking love it.” He bit her neck. “Tell me you want me to pinch your tits again. Come on. Say it.”
“I’m not going to say it.”
“Then I’m not going to do it.”
“Fine, I want you to pinch my tits. God.” She felt her face redden.
“I like it when you talk dirty,” he whispered. “It’s so fucking hot.” She could feel his cock pushing at her pussy as he reached down and stroked her breasts, grazing his nails lightly over her nipples in a way that made her squirm. Then he squeezed and she cried out in pleasure and thrust her hips up at him, wanting more contact with his body.
But he had other ideas. “Not so fast,” he chastised her, and suddenly grabbing the tie from the nightstand, he wound it around her wrists, fastening them together. “There you go. Tied up, my sexy little slave.”
“I’m not your slave!”
“Tonight you are,” he corrected with a smile.
“Dylan, you suck.”
“Speaking of sucking, I think you need to do a little more of that, and a little less insulting,” he pointed out. “But since I have you tied up, that will wait for later. But I promise, princess, you’re going to have that hot little mouth wrapped around my cock at some point, and you’re going to suck me good unless you want me to give you another spanking.”
The look in his eyes and his dirty words made her moan with desire, and the thought of sucking him off was suddenly so appealing that she wanted to get on her knees right that second and make him quiver and beg the way he’d done to her.
But like he’d said, her hands were tied…so she waited, nipples hard and tingling, to find out what he planned next.
“Winner’s choice,” he reminded her, “and I want it from behind. You up for it, Fia?” He quirked a brow.
“As long as you fuck me good and hard, I’m up for anything,” she said rashly, pushing her chest up off the bed.
His eyes darkened and his jaw tightened. “Then let’s get you in position,” he murmured. He helped her to her knees, then got her onto all fours, loosening the tie just enough so she could brace herself with her elbows and be comfortable. “Spread your thighs,” he demanded, getting behind her.
She obeyed instantly, feeling the cool air on her pussy, and then his hand was there, touching, stroking. “Remember you don’t get to come until I give you permission,” he reminded her, and that sentence alone was enough to ratchet her arousal closer to go.
She moaned and clenched her muscles around his fingers, shifting. He fingered her clit. “And maybe I’ll make you wait again, like before. It was hard to wait so long, I know, but think how awesome that orgasm was, right?”
She murmured something incoherent.
“Tell me you’ll wait as long as I make you wait, Fia.” His voice was deep and low.
“I will, I’ll wait,” she panted.
“’Even if I make you wait all night, right?” He teased her clit softly, stroking. “No, don’t move your thighs. Stay there and take it like I give it. Don’t try to move.”
“But I’m going to…” she gasped.
“No, you’re not. You’re going to hold it back. You’ll come when I tell you, and not a moment sooner.”
“Feels so good…” she whispered, forcing herself to push back the feeling.
“Good,” he said, in satisfaction. “Right there? Like that?” He stroked in the same spot. “Tell me where.”
“Yes, a little harder, God, fuck, like that.”
“But don’t come.”
“Dylan!” she wailed. He was touching her in just the perfect way! He’d even asked how to make it better, and now he was denying her.
“It’s fun to make you hold out,” he murmured. “I love that you obey me, even when it’s hard. It’s so fucking hot. Breathe in and out and hold it back. Fuck, watching you struggle against it is enough to make me come.”
She sucked in deep breaths, willing her body to stay on the precipice, not to tumble over. She knew he wasn’t really going to punish her if she came, but she wanted to keep playing this game. It was a fucking rush like no other to be commanded by this sexy man, and she knew the impending orgasm would be that much better for it. But fuck, she wasn’t going to last much longer!
Finally, he took mercy on her. “I need to fuck you,” he said, and changed position, finding a condom in the nightstand and putting it on while she waited, restless. She was so indecently wet that when he pushed against her entrance, he slid right in, even as thick and large as he was, without effort.
She’d never felt this full, never fucked a guy with a dick this big, but it felt so damn good. Maybe because he was longer than her past lovers, maybe it was his shape, but he was pressing on all the right spots, places she didn’t even know could feel that good. Even without his fingers on her clit, she felt the orgasm growing fast and hard in her core.
He began to pump her harder, touching her ass, her breasts, her ass again. She pushed back against him, bracing her tied hands against the mattress, enjoying the feel of his balls slapping against her ass as he thrust in again and again.
“Next time we fuck, I’m gonna tie your legs open,” he promised, “and lick you until you come a dozen times before I fuck your pussy. And I’ll have you get on your knees and suck me off with your hands tied up, Fia. You gonna do that for me?”
He grabbed her hair with one hand and pulled. “Say yes, Sir.”
“Yes, Sir,” she cried out, and moaned when he reached under her body and squeezed her nipple harder than before.
“Maybe I’ll fuck your ass, too,” he threatened, touching her asshole with his thumb and pressing inward.
“Guuuh,” was all she could manage, because she knew she wasn’t supposed to come yet, but the dirty promise and his touch and cock were driving her mad with pleasure.
He grabbed her hips with both hands. “When I come, you can come,” he announced. “You ready?”
“Yes, yes, please,” she begged, and he pumped her harder and harder and stiffened up, roaring her name out at the pinnacle of his pleasure. As he did so, he reached down and pressed his fingers to her clit, and she shot off just like that, the extra touch all she needed to slam into the pleasure head-first. She screamed out again, like before, maybe his name, maybe random sounds, riding him backwards, frantically until she’d exhausted all of the pleasure from her body.
While he lay there panting, she rolled over and into his body, sliding the loosened tie from her wrists. He hadn’t wrapped it very tightly at all; the bondage was symbolic more than anything, something she definitely appreciated for their first time together.
She tossed the tie onto his heaving chest. “God.”
He tossed out an arm and ran his hand over her hair. “Fuck.” He took the tie and tossed it aside. “Come here.” He pulled her into his arms. She twisted to put her face on his chest, feeling his heart beat, fast and strong.
“Mmm.” She closed her eyes, inhaling the scent of sex and Dylan, the faint fabric softener odor from the pillowcases, rising from their body warmth.
“Be right back.” He eased her onto the pillow and disappeared into the connecting bathroom; she heard rushing water and then he was back, sliding up against her.
“I missed you.” She put a hand on his abs, then rolled into him again, smiling when his arms enfolded h
er.
“Yeah? Maybe that’s a good thing.” He bit her ear lightly. “How much did you miss me?”
“Thiiiis much.” She reached down and grabbed his cock, already hardening again. “About ten inches worth.”
“Ten inches? Please, woman. That’s a foot, fair and square.”
She laughed. “If you had a footlong, you’d never be able to safely step foot in Subway again. Or wear shorts in public.”
“I could wrap it up. There are ways,” he assured her with a chuckle.
“Well, why don’t you wrap it up right now and make me scream your name again,” she suggested. And he proceeded to do that, over and over again, all night long.
She awoke, aware of being starving. Absolutely famished. Then she realized she was naked, and then it dawned on her that she was in Dylan’s bed, because she’d spent the night there. He was beside her, sitting up against the pillow, fully dressed in jeans and a t-shirt, doing something on his phone.
“Morning, sunshine.” He reached over and kissed her mouth. “Water’s there”—he pointed to the nightstand—“and bathroom’s there. You found it last night, though. Want some breakfast?”
She rubbed her eyes, uncertainly flooding her. “I’m really hungry.”
“We didn’t have dinner, after all. Well, I guess I ate in,” he said, giving her a wicked grin.
“Dylan!” She flushed.
“What? I licked your pussy like a boss and you loved it.”
“I know I did.”
“So it’s okay to talk about it. Like the fact that I spanked your ass and called you my good girl and made you do everything I said.”
She felt super hot and red. “Dylan,” she whispered, pulling the sheet up.
“Ah, Fia, what?” He put down his phone and pulled her into his body for a side hug, then stroked her hair. “It was so fucking good. Right?”
“Yes, it was. It’s just…we’re not, right now, we’re regular.”
“And?” He tipped up her chin with one finger, not forcing, seeking her eyes. “You don’t like talking about sex?”
“I guess I’m not used to it. It just feels weird. In the moment, it’s good, but afterwards…”
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