As I took his throbbing shaft firmly in my hand to guide it inside of me again, I slowly sank my hips back down. I heard him let out a deep breath slowly, as he entered me again. As I began to grind against him, I let out a gasp. In this position, his cock filled me differently, massaging my depths in entirely new places. Moaning, I leaned down and grabbed the steering wheel, gripping it tightly as I shoved him as deeply as possible inside me. Leaning forward, he growled into my ear as I threw my head back, whispering, "You ready to play again?" Then he was lifting me off of him, his hand grabbing my hair and using the ends of the blindfold to pin my head against the steering wheel tightly, my ass lifted in the air.
He leaned down and began nibbling and licking my ass playfully. My head was being pushed against the steering wheel, held tight by the hair fisted in his hand. Then I let out a little yelp as he bit down hard right where my ass still smarted from the belt. I moaned as he spanked me hard where he'd just bitten, and yanked my head off the steering wheel and up towards him with my hair. I could feel him winding all of my hair as if it were a rope, and then wrapping it around his hand snugly. I saw the shadow of his hand coming up high then felt the intense sting as he spanked me again, making me practically purr with the sensation.
"You like that don't you my dirty little whore? Fucking tell me that you like it," he growled as he arched upward and plunged himself inside me, the force of it raising my hips in the air. At the same time he was yanking my head back towards him with my hair, twisting it to the side to join our lips in a rough kiss as he retreated from my slick interior then pounded back inside again. I shouted his name as he repeated it again and again, my scalp tingling as he wrenched my hair tighter still.
"Yes, more! Please... please...harder!" I cried out, begging. In that moment, I was nothing but a writhing mass of sensation, the feelings overwhelming my senses. I could hear my voice shouting something as Spencer continued his deliciously rough assault on my body, but I could honestly say I had no idea what. Then his hand was on my hip, his fingers digging into my flesh and guiding me back over his lap. Wrenching the hair still gripped in his hand, he brought my back tightly against his chest as his other hand came around to roll my nipple roughly.
Grinding my ass against him, I brought him deeper inside, his only answer a moan that made the muscles in my lower abdomen quiver. I was close again, and I found the rhythm as my hand covered his over my breast, our fingers entwined. Keeping his hand tightly pulling my hair, he arched into me as I rode him harder and faster. Our breaths were now coming in pants and sweat started to slick our bodies. In between his groans, Spencer shouted "Fuck me slut, fuck me harder!"
Growling possessively, he bit down on my shoulder as he arched into me tightly, the sharp burning pain an overwhelmingly contrast to the pleasure I was feeling. I came explosively, feeling my cum dripping down where we were joined, uttering an unintelligible noise. His breaths were coming in short gasps now, and he was moaning continuously as he pounded into me so hard the lips of my pussy begin to ache. I felt yet another orgasm begin to overtake me and I whimpered, "Spencer...oh god..." throwing my head back reflexively as much as I could with him holding it.
"Yes my dirty little whore! Don’t you fucking stop!" He roared as he yanked my head back against him as hard as he could. I heard the desperation in his voice and ground my hips down as hard as I could to meet his thrusts. As I begin to cum yet again, he let out a primal noise, arched up, and spilled his hot seed deep within me. His whole body shook and he groaned as the force of his orgasm shook him. Grinding down against him, the tremors of him shuddering inside of me sent me over the edge a final time, as I screamed his name.
Afterwards, I tugged off the blindfold and leaned back against him, spent and satisfied. Smiling to myself, I realized that I felt safer cradled against his strong body than I had in years. Never had I expected to find security, maybe even healing in the rough touch and harsh words of a man. It was so unexpected, so completely ironic. I felt him put his arm around me, pulling me tighter to him as he gently kissed the top of my head. He whispered in my ear softly, “By the way, from now on, you are to call me Master.”
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