The first strike was easy and nothing like she had imagined. One of the videos she’d watched showed a woman crying after being spanked. But she didn’t think she would have that experience, based on what he’d just done.
He peppered her behind with a series of love taps that only sensitized her, but nowhere near satisfied.
But when she sighed and lay limply over his lap, he rubbed the dip of her spine with a finger until she shivered. “Want more, huh?”
“Please.”
“Just remember one thing.”
“What?”
“You asked for it.”
He pulled her off of his lap, stood up, and tugged her toward the bed with one hand clasped in his. When he sat down again, Sidonie was splayed over Den’s knees as he perched on the bottom corner of the bed. He rubbed over the naked swell of her buttocks and Sidonie shuddered. She knew what was about to come. But until now, she had no idea what it would feel like.
“What could you have done to avoid this?”
“I–I could have called.”
“Yes, that or sent me a message. Instead you assumed something that could have been easily rectified. What else?”
“I’m sorry.”
“Are you? I don’t think you are sorry enough just yet.”
Den raised his hand and Sidonie waited. That is, until his hand met her flesh.
When his hand descended onto her backside, it brought a fiery crack of skin on skin and a sting that blazed across her entire body. She jerked and hissed from the pain.
“You asked for it.” He smacked her again.
And again.
And again.
She bucked from the pain, but the longer he went at her, the better the feeling got.
Until her cunt dripped over his thigh and the slickness forced her to flower open. The position was perfect as her clit was fully exposed and rubbed over the crisp hair and taunt muscles.
“You like it.”
Sidonie knew he wanted a response, could hear the request for affirmation’s sake.
“Yes. Oh, yes.”
“Want more?”
She only nodded drunkenly and he plunged two fingers inside of her weeping heat. After he pulled the digits free, he slapped her boiling cheeks again.
Over and over again.
When she got to the point that every strike only served to make her hoarsely groan and shudder, he stopped and rubbed his hands over her.
One hand was wet and the other dry as if he bathed her in her own juices with one touch and rubbed her clean with another.
Even those gentle caresses were magnified as she lay there and struggled to stay present. It felt odd, as if she was drugged senseless, despite the fact that she felt everything.
The whisper of the AC as it blew cool air over her heated flesh.
The rasp of his hairy skin over hers.
The audible sloshing of her cunt as she gripped thin air.
“Get on your hands and knees.”
She did, in a pathetic series of motions that sloth-slow ended with her cheekbone to the mattress and her ass touched her ankles.
Den looked over her and she watched as he rolled atop her, covered her.
“Get up.” She pulled herself up, every muscle protested in unison.
When she was in position, he pulled a large Euro pillow under her belly.
“Thank you.” She said so politely that butter wouldn’t melt in her mouth, even if her cunt could melt steel.
“No, thank you,” he mumbled as prodded her cunt with the business end of his erection.
Once she was filled with him, he moved backward until only the domed head remained inside.
Crack!
Then a thrust.
Whack!
Another thrust.
Sidonie jerked and hissed, cursed and lurched, back, forth, left, right, and any direction she could to escape him. Den gave her too much, too fast. Yet oddly, it was a perfect storm that made certain she screamed until nothing was left of her throat.
“You asked for it.” He grumbled and walloped her even harder than before.
“Sweetlordhavemercy!” she cried, the words just as much a jumble as she felt.
“No.” He fucked into her without a lick of the surcease she had begged for moments ago.
Didn’t matter, his fucking was…
She lost her train of thought as he pulled her back into his plunging girth and his next slap landed squarely on her gushing cunt.
“Yeah, gimme that cum.” He bit out, she could nearly hear his teeth clench around the words.
“Oh…fuck-fuckfuck-fuck!” Sidonie cried out.
That fast, she was done. There was no way she could even try to hold her heaving flesh upright, as she seized so violently there was nothing left of her to control.
He rolled off of her shivering frame and before she knew it, they were tucked under the covers.
“What time do you need to be home?” he asked.
She had no words to explain how much she appreciated his understanding. There was no way that she could laze about the rest of the day with him.
No matter how much she wanted to.
“A little before five would be nice.”
She fell asleep as he set the alarm clock, but the second before she was knocked out she wondered how much time they had left.
Chapter Six:
Lunch Is On Me
Den looked at his phone and realized they had spent two hours indulging in the hottest sex he’d ever had in his life, before he set the alarm on his phone for four fifteen. That would give the two of them two hours to sleep before he woke her up for their farewell quickie.
He tossed his arm around Sidonie and went to sleep as he knew he needed his energy to deal with this woman. She was a handful, regardless of how innocent she started out, she was sexually awake now and he was the recipient of all her pent up lusts.
He was one lucky man.
When the alarm went off Sidonie didn’t even stir, and he didn’t want to, either.
But he didn’t want to waste what little time he had left with her today.
He had plans for tomorrow, but there was little need to let grass grow beneath their feet today.
Den silenced the alarm and set another for a half hour out, before he rubbed his fingers over the still erect nipples of his sensual partner. She moaned slightly and rolled a bit, which only made access to her skin easier than before.
He ducked his head under the blanket and slid his lips over the fleshy skin of her belly with suckling nips of the excess flesh. Why had he waited so long to have sex with a woman like her? Most of his prior partners had nothing to speak of.
Their breasts were tiny and waists even smaller, nor did any of them have a fat ass that rippled when he gripped their skin. Once he reached her belly button, he dipped his tongue in the deep well.
She shuddered again and he knew she was about to wake up, just as he wanted. Den took a condom from the wrapper beside the bed and realized he would have to buy more as this was the last of the ones he purchased a week ago.
It was far more than he’d ever used with a woman before, especially in a single week. Funny that they’d only had two days of uninhibited sex and he was already out of rubbers.
He acted as if he didn’t have to go to work tonight, but he did and he needed to leave the same way she did. They both had obligations that wouldn’t wait.
“Please, Den,” she muttered, still not awake yet.
But he knew how to pop her eyelids open faster than an injection of caffeine. He quickly rolled the latex on and lifted her thick thigh by the knee. They were both turned on their sides, spooning, as he forged into her with a gentleness he’d been too rushed to use with her before.
When he touched bottom, she moaned and rocked into him with an ease that felt like they had been going at one another for years instead of a single week.
“Oh, Den, you fuck so good.”
“That’s you.” He plunged deeper.
> When she woke up fully just a few strokes later, Sidonie tossed her leg over top his and gave him half her weight with the motion.
He couldn’t control as much from this angle, but she was spread out buffet style for a feeding frenzy partaken by his fingers. He touched everything, twice for good measure, took a map of her body that he could read in the dark and looked his fill enough to paint her blindfolded if he had the skill.
He was good with his hands, but not an artistic sort, more of a physical variety. He could change oil and basic home repair, he could even lay shingles.
But he wouldn’t lament the lack, as he had her in the here and now, and he wouldn’t waste a second of it. Ten weeks to fulfill every fantasy he hadn’t explored yet. He had done a thousand acts with a dozen women, but none compared to her.
He couldn’t describe it. For some reason, her body called him to action every single time he even thought about her.
“Oh, it’s never been this good.”
He grunted. I’m going to steal that word from your vocabulary.
He could and it wouldn’t take much.
“Say that again?”
“Huh?”
He turned his head toward hers. “You said it’s never been so?”
She seemed perplexed as she replied with, “Good?”
“Yeah that.” He lashed out his hand to slap her wet cunt.
The sound was funky, kind of sexy, in a sadistic way he never thought he’d like. Not until her. She made the oddest things… normal.
“Again.” He groaned.
“Good.” She sighed into the air and he smacked her right on the clit.
That was all she wrote, as she tossed her head back in painful looking arc of neck and cried his name to the ceiling in a manner that would have the fifth and sixth floor occupants calling the lobby to complain.
She was a perverse sort and she chanted, “good, good, oh, sweet heavens, so-oo good!”
Den couldn’t resist laughing and he slapped the hell out of her juicy cunt since she asked him so nicely.
When they finished their fuck, he laid back and wheezed for air. He had nothing to give and he hoped the night would be an easy one. There was no way he could chase a perp one block with the little energy he had left.
It was enough to breathe, but that was about it.
The phone went off again and Sidonie laughed weakly.
“Guess that means it’s time to go, huh?”
“Exactly. Want a shower first?”
“Can you control yourself?” She giggled.
“Yes.”
But he was lying.
And they both knew it, too.
When they both stood under the warm water, he soaped her thoroughly, paid special attention to her wrinkled inner folds.
“I think she’s clean enough.” Sidonie gasped.
“I think not. Look.” He lifted his hand, laden with fresh cream from her cunt.
“I’ll never be clean if you keep touching me like that.”
She blew him a kiss, but he wasn’t having that. Not yet, and he bent his head to hers.
When he pulled away, both of them struggled to breathe.
He looked at her. Sidonie was a dangerous woman. He barely wanted to let her go long enough to miss her.
“Go.” He tilted his head toward the door and she licked her lips. “Now, or you’re not going to make it home for dinner tonight.”
She stepped out of the shower, but her expression on exit was hungry and thirsty all at once.
That wench was more than he could handle.
But he sure loved making the attempt.
He slid the lever and took a shower cold enough to make him angry, but not cold enough to rob him of the erection. He hated putting on his uniform with a stiffy. It was awkward as fuck.
They took the elevator together, both of them a bit late. He should have left five minutes ago, but at least he was dressed for roll call.
He went out that night and worked on auto pilot.
When he finally made it home, he passed out and slept like the dead for ten hours straight. Sidonie was the equivalent of kryptonite.
She slayed him every time he got his hands on her.
When he woke up, it was early afternoon, and he wondered if he’d slept for too long to pull off the second fantasy this week altogether.
What movie you going to see
He waited for her to respond, it was faster than he could hope for, but long enough to make him squirm.
I cant remember the name, but it’s the second one of a kids book
He knew exactly what she referred to.
What time
215
Mayfair???
Yep
K message you later with details
K see you later
He jumped out of bed with a surplus of energy. Den only had a half hour to get dressed and meet her at the theater. She didn’t know it just yet, but they were about to have some old fashioned fun in just a little while.
Den knew he needed to buy condoms, but that could wait. He used an app to purchase tickets for a less than popular historical drama that wouldn’t likely see action.
He hot stepped it to the theater, and barely arrived by the time the movie start time of two-thirty. He bought a bucket of popcorn and a soda, along with a box of candy before he took his seat in the back corner of the theater.
He was correct and the room was nearly empty, only five seats in the middle were taken.
Den’s seat was the second to last one and he left the wall seat for Sidonie.
He sent a message to her.
Come to theater 15 back row last seat
He was glad she didn’t turn her phone off as most people would as she responded within fifteen seconds. Now?
He chuckled, what else would she think he meant?
Yeah, now as opposed to later when Ill have to spank you
Fine.
Yeah, she was a feisty one.
He wasn’t alone for long and before the previews ended, she strolled down the row toward him. Den stood up and let her sidle past. She dropped into the seat and her irritation wafted off her in waves.
He leaned over and whispered, “What’s wrong?”
“I’m with the kids and you know it.” Her tone matched his with a hissed injection of anger.
He shrugged. “They won’t even know you left.”
“You don’t have children, do you?”
“You know I don’t.” And if he did, he sure wouldn’t live one place and they in another.
“They notice everything.”
“Then we better make this quick, huh?”
But she licked her lips and reminded him of why there were there in the first place.
She dropped her hand into the big plastic bucket, but instead of emerging with a wad of popcorn, her fingers danced to the fly of his jeans. Den swallowed and grabbed the soda from the arm rest.
Sidonie unzipped him, the teeth were obnoxious somehow despite her slow handling of the tab. But it still sounded loud to his hearing, as if the metal needed WD-40.
But she kept on, until the placket opened wide and his bare cock flopped out. The erection was so heavy, it wouldn’t even lift upward and fell onto his thigh.
She licked her lips and rubbed her hand over him.
“Do you have any candy?”
He couldn’t understand her for a second there, but then he realized what she wanted and fished the box from his armrest.
“Thank you.” She never stopped stroking him, back and forth, even when she accepted the mint and chocolate candy from his hand.
She tore the top off with her teeth and tilted it back. She ate a good mouthful and leaned over.
“Kiss me.” He had no reason to resist, and met her lips with his.
Her hand tightened and rubbed harder.
He wouldn’t make it to the blow part of the night if she kept it up.
“Eat your popcorn.” She winked.
&nbs
p; He did, lifted the bucket and her head descended.
Her mouth was hot and wet, the same as her cunt, but the similarities ended there. Where her cunt was all softness and supple strength, her mouth was series of textures that he’d never thought about when he had gotten a blow job before.
There was a ridge of hard palate she rubbed with the head of his cock, the serpentine swirl of her tongue and the cushy feel of her inner cheeks.
The fellatio made him want to wax poetic. He started to groan, his hips bucked into her wildly and he stuffed his mouth with popcorn. The mass just melted in his mouth as he salivated over the way Sidonie devoured his cock.
Made love to it with her throat.
It wasn’t practiced, but it was so good, he knew that she savored him.
And that was when he realized two things.
One, that he must have fucked her quite well. Only a well satisfied woman would work as hard on a blow job as Sidonie was.
And two?
That he could easily fall for her, so long as she was half as nice as this fellatio was.
The latter idea made his knees weak and he was grateful he was seated.
He tried to keep himself from coming, he really, really did. But she made it impossible. There was no delicate way to make her back off, not in the theater.
If they were somewhere secluded, he could pull her right off him and stuff her with his cock until she went cross eyed.
Now? He was the cross-eyed one.
Den tried to remain silent, but when she twirled her tongue around his length in a window washing motion and swallowed, he was toast. He was sucked dry of semen, all of it hungrily taken by her throat.
He nearly choked on the kernels of popcorn and coughed. Everyone looked back at him and he raised a hand in apology.
She kept her head down, rubbed his thigh supportively as he gulped down the soda to clear the burning passage.
She would be the death of him yet.
But she didn’t finish him off and walk away as he imagined she might. Sidonie lifted her head and stretched before she gave him a big grin.
Then she stole his popcorn.
Plus, she still had his candy.
When she walked back out of the theater, he shook his head.
His movie choice sucked as he had no interest in prehistoric hunter-gatherers.
He left the room and sat in the cab of his truck, mind blown, the same way Sidonie had blown his cock.
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