Just Like That

by Nicola Rendell

  Perfect position for my favorite fucking thing.

  Spanking is an art. Too hard and too high and you’ll do some damage. Too low and too soft, it’s a fucking joke. But I’ve got some experience in this shit. Been a while, but as I run my fingers over her hips, it starts to come back to me pretty fucking quick.

  She looks over her shoulder at me, accentuating those killer curves. I run my palm over her ass to warm it up, to get her nice and ready. “It’s no fun if you see it coming.”

  She smiles and turns her head forward, bracing herself. Let her brace, let her get ready, let her squirm. Fuck, yes. Let it all happen, right here and now. She pushes her knees together in anticipation. And for one fucking second, I feel like the king of the world, all this fucking perfection wound up and ready to explode for me

  With my other hand, I part her lips and move into her, hooking into her G-spot. She bends her body deeper, bowing toward her elbows, bending her hips and rounding out her ass even more. I tease her from inside, and misdirect her, bringing my left hand back around the front of her hips to touch her clit. Her whole body goes slack when I touch it, and she drops down into a ball on her knees. I’m gentle around the edges, rolling my fingertip toward the center with just enough pressure to make her groan. And fuck me, that groan. She does it with gritted teeth, and it comes from deep in her chest. She might be cute, she might be adorable, but what I saw last night was also the truth. A sexy little goddess who knows exactly what she wants and isn’t afraid to get dirty.

  As I give her a second finger inside, her wetness intensifies. I slowly move my hand away from her clit. Her walls pulse against my fingers, and I lean into her. “Last night was fucking amazing, Penny. All I could think about, all day, was that you had my cum inside you.”

  “Shit. Shit.”

  I pull down my boxers and put my bare cock between her ass cheeks. That perfect ass of hers, fuck me. I push the head against the opening, watching it pucker as I do. She stiffens and looks back at me.

  “You want it like that?” I push into it a little further—not far enough to hurt her, but enough to show her who’s in charge.

  She doesn’t say anything, but faces the headboard and nods toward the mattress, along with a slow, sexy, “Mmmhmmm.”

  Fuck. Fuck. The need to fill her up however I can, to make every opening mine, pulses through my balls. But not yet. Not fucking yet. Because I’ve got her purring and nodding and whimpering.

  Perfect timing for the spank.

  I give her a flat-handed whack to the right cheek. She doesn’t squeal or giggle, but grips the sheets tight in her fists. I undo the sting by rubbing it in, and she lowers her face to the bed. Hooking my forearm around her hips again, I pull her up onto her knees and part her thighs wider. With the head of my cock, I tease her opening, compressing the shaft against her until I get to her clit. I fist myself and keep the head there. “I need you inside me, Russ. Right now.”

  “You’re not running this show.”

  “Please. Please. Please.”

  That is what I’m talking about, but before I do it, before I open her up, before I get back where I need to be, I summon up all my self-control and step away.

  She whimpers, fucking whimpers, as she feels our bodies part. She rolls over onto her back. “Where are you going?”

  Goddamn it, she is so beautiful, she’s so open and pure. With my handprint on her body and begging me to get inside her. I drag my palm down her stomach, sliding my finger along her slit. And then leave her alone on the bed.

  “Russsssss,” she whines.

  “Don’t you fucking move, cutie. I'll be right back.”

  26

  Penny

  “Close those pretty eyes,” he says, not more than a minute later. He shuts the bedroom door behind him and I notice he’s got one hand behind his body.

  “Do you work out a lot, or were you just born like that?”

  “Eyes. Closed.”

  I clap them shut and topple back onto the bed. But I’m only human, and I open one a smidge, and watch him through fluttering eyelashes.

  “Penny,” he growls. “Both eyes. Closed.”

  The aggression in his voice sends goosebumps racing over my skin. “Okay. Yes, sir.”

  “Good girl.” I listen to him come closer, his bare feet on the area rug. Something clatters in his hand—it’s a familiar sound, but I can’t place it. So I open my eye again.

  “You’re so fucking stubborn,” he says, shaking his head and smiling. Still with his hand behind his back, he spots another robe of mine hanging on the back of the door. Carefully keeping whatever he’s holding hidden, he backs up and slides the tie from my robe.

  “Put that on.” He drops the robe tie onto my chest. “I don’t trust you not to peek, darling.”

  “Oh, this is so Fifty Shades.” I curl up to sitting and start to tie it around my eyes, like Zorro.

  “If you ask me,” he says, a smile in his voice, “That was amateur hour.”

  Gaaaaaah!

  I get the tie situated with a minimum of hair knotting and smooth it with my palms.

  “Sure you can’t see me?”

  I nod, feeling the silk slide against my back. I really and truly can’t see anything, except a dim light from the very bottom spilling in from the curve of my cheeks. Suddenly his lips are on mine, and it takes my breath away, startling me. The kiss is fast and ruthless, so intense that I fall back onto the bed.

  “Just checking to make sure you weren’t lying.”

  “Maybe you should keep checking.”

  Which he answers with a what? A nipple pinch.

  On either side of me, the mattress depresses under his knees, and he climbs on top of me. He rolls my nipple harder between thumb and forefinger, and my whole body responds instantaneously. I feel his balls on my stomach, warm and firm and absolutely perfect. With one hand on each of his perfect ass cheeks, I pull him toward my mouth. At first, he resists, dropping his weight onto me. But I hang in there, and he gives me a little leeway finally to slide between his legs, and bring my lips to his cock. It’s hard and ready. I slide my tongue down the shaft, around the head and back again.

  “Jesus Christ, Penny.” With my other hand, I cup his balls and take him in my mouth a little deeper. “I didn’t say you could do this yet.” He gasps again. I take him even further, nearly to the back of my throat. “Oh, shit.”

  True, he didn’t say. But he doesn’t seem to mind, either. He places one hand on the back of my head, gently, almost tentatively. I put my hand over his and show him he can put me where he wants me, and that I can take it.

  As I do that, as I reassure him, as I give him permission to be rough, not sweet, I feel his balls tighten in my hand.

  “You better watch out. You start that now, I’m going to take everything you’ve got.”

  I nod, with his cock in my mouth, and then pull my head back. “If it’s too much, I’ll tell you. Until that happens, there’s no holds barred.”

  His balls tighten again. “Jesus. Fucking. Christ.”

  I take him deeper, and deeper, a little more each time. I taste his precum and dig my fingernails into his ass.

  But then he gives a warning moan, and with one strong hand, he forces me backward onto the bed. “If you think I’m going to lose focus because you deep-throat me, think again.” He drops his weight onto my abdomen, and drives the heel of his palm into my breastbone.

  He keeps me like that, with his knees on either side of my body. His cock lies on my chest, cool with my saliva now.

  “So this thing with your nipples,” he says, giving me the pinch-and-roll again and making me groan some more. “Tell me about that.”

  He’s doing it so exactly right, so exactly how I like, I can’t stay a word except, “Russ. Russ.”

  He eases up on the pinch slightly. “Put your hands on my thighs, and don’t you dare fucking move them.”

  This time, I don’t argue. I just do it, feeling the roughness of his
legs under my fingertips, the coarse hair, the rock-solid muscles. “Okay.”

  He leans to one side—I can’t see it, but I know it from the shift in the mattress—and there’s that clatter again.

  “You ready?”

  The anticipation and the unknown makes my heart bang against my breastbone. “You make me crazy.”

  “That’s what I like to hear.”

  And then there’s a pinch, a glorious, mind-blowing pinch, on my right nipple. “Oh God.” Automatically I let go of his legs and move to rip off my blindfold. What is that magic that’s happening to me? I have to know. But as I try to pull my robe tie off, the pinch stops.

  He pins me down again. “Penny. You’re not going to get what you want until you do it the way I tell you. We can go around and around all fucking night, but I’ll get my way.”

  I freeze with one finger about to pull on the bow at the back of my head.

  “But what was that?”

  “You want it again or not?”

  This man. I leave my blindfold where it is and put my hands back where he told me.

  “There you go. Don’t move, no matter how good it feels.”

  As I nod, the knot rubs against the back of my head. The anticipation makes my heart pound in my ears. And then there it is again, the pinch.

  “That’s unffffffff…” I gasp. Everything goes into overdrive; the pinch is amplified by what I can’t see. One missing sense, and the best kind of pain replacing it.

  My left nipple is on fire, like a lit sparkler, every single nerve ending screaming out more. He takes my hands and puts them on my thighs, pressing them hard to say, Stay there. Then he starts to reposition himself, moving his knees from their place on either side of me. “Don’t go away again.”

  “Damn it, I love to hear you beg.”

  “Please, please, please, please…” I say again, with all the consonants mushed together.

  “I’m not going anywhere, beautiful, except for the one place on the planet that I belong right now.”

  “Tell me.”

  His cock slides downward, and I feel the soft skin of his balls against my lips. But then I don’t feel even that. Just the warmth of his thighs, and the pinch, until…

  With one ruthless drive he thrusts himself into me. “Inside your pussy. Which is all fucking mine.”

  It’s like an earthquake, between the pinch and the pound. He stays there, deep inside me, as my hips rise to make room for him. But before I've even gotten used to him again, there’s another pinch, on my right nipple now. It sends me spiraling out of the room, out of the house, out of the state, zinging toward the stratosphere. “Sweet Jeeeeeeeeesus. What are you doing to me?”

  For five powerful thrusts, he doesn’t say a word. I roar out his name, and arch my back up off the mattress. I sink my teeth into his shoulder because it feels so good, so incredible, I have no idea what else to do. He holds me down on the bed, applying a little pressure to my throat, enough for me to feel my pulse against his hand, while the other hand knots into my hair behind my head. Every drive, every pound, ricochets through my body, like I’m touching the ungrounded socket by the toaster.

  “Take the blindfold off,” he says, without letting me come up off the bed. I hook one finger over it and peek out. He’s smiling at me, the corners of his eyes crinkled. “What do you think I did to you?”

  “I don’t know, but you are blowing… my… mind,” I gasp.

  Another plunge makes my eyes roll back into my head.

  “God, you’re so fun to fuck,” he snarls as he takes me so hard that even the box spring cries out for mercy. But then he releases me so that I can lift my head, and says, “Take a look.”

  It takes me a second to really process what I’m seeing. The feeling is out of this universe, but the source of the pain is so…ordinary. Two plain, everyday clothespins, clamped onto me so that my nipples are compressed between the gap for the clothesline. He slows to a stop, still deep inside me, and repositions one of them, shifting it ninety degrees until the wood clamps down tight. Boom goes the pleasure cannon one more time.

  “From the drying rack,” I gasp as he speeds up again.

  “From the goddamned drying rack,” he answers. “With all your sexy panties and lacy bras. I can’t get them out of my head. I want to see every single piece of that lace on you.” He gives me another thrust. “Every single bra, ever single thong. Every fucking thing you own. I want to know it all, capture it all. Photograph it all.”

  Between two drives, I find my words again. “You want to take pictures of me?”

  He puts two of his fingers in my mouth, and I twirl my tongue around them, same as I did with the head of his cock. It makes his dreamy eyes close, and he fills the room with the most intoxicating groan.

  “Yeah. I want to take pictures of you and me fucking. I need to see it. I need to remember it. If you’ll let me.”

  I look him right in the eye. “Yes, please,” I say, and squeeze him hard. In response, he thrusts in even deeper, slamming into my cervix and coming down on top of me, caging me in with his arms and pressing the clothespins to my breasts with his rippling upper abs. His face is needy and dark; his expression is driven and focused. I have no other choice but to give in to the pure power of him, the pure savage fury. After so many thrusts that I start to lose count, he says into my ear, “Tell me you want my cum inside you.”

  I may be in the stratosphere, but I’m not gone yet. So I’ll see that dirty talk, and raise him. “I need your cum inside me.”

  And with one more ruthless thrust, he goes roaring over the cliff.

  27

  Russ

  For the second time today I start the shower, but this time I’ve got her hand in mine. I can tell she’s nervous, not quite sure what happens next. I look over my shoulder at her and see she’s watching me, her eyes a little glazed and her nipples red and puckered, even though the clothespins are gone. She hasn’t come yet because I didn’t let her. But we’re about to fix that right fucking now.

  The water warms up quickly. I push aside the curtain, help her inside, and then follow her in. I walk her back into the warm stream and let it run through her long hair. In the humidity and the moisture, her makeup smudges each time she blinks.

  I press her up against the tiled wall. Her feet squeak on the porcelain, and I wedge my knee up against her pussy. I cradle the small of her back with my hand, making sure the temperature control doesn’t jab her. “When I was in here this morning, I wondered if you ever use this showerhead like it’s meant to be used.”

  Her eyes dart upwards. “Oh my God.”

  “Do you?”

  She blinks away some beads of moisture. “Not in ages and ages. Not since Hitachi upped their game.”

  Fucking A. “We’ll get to the Hitachi next. But I really, really want to see this first.”

  I clear away her bottles of shampoo from the corner nearest the showerhead, where there’s a tiled shelf, just big enough to sit on, or get a little leverage, at the very least. I’m a pretty big guy, and only half my ass fits on the shelf, but that’s plenty. I slide my hands down on either side of her hips, opening her up with my thumbs. “Take it down,” I say into her ear, all dewy with beads of water.

  She gets up on her tiptoes, tightening her ass as she does. She takes it from the holder, the hose snaking down toward the ground. I pull her into me, situating her on one thigh and keeping one arm wrapped around her to hold her close.

  With my free hand, I slip my fingers inside her, feeling an instinctive rush, knowing her wetness isn’t only her anymore, but both of us. I leave her pussy, and cup my palm to let a little trickle of warm water run down onto her clit. As the warmth touches her, teases her, her body tightens and then relaxes.

  “There you go. Put your left hand up here, around me.” She does exactly as I tell her, hooking her arm around my shoulders for support. I brace my foot against the curved tub wall. “See? You’re not going anywhere.”

  S
he lets her head fall back onto my shoulder, and I give her a kiss to the side of the neck, to that soft, sweet skin below her jaw.

  Then, with my free hand, I turn on the massager, rotating it one notch. Her body bucks as the pulse hits her clit, and she drives herself hard against me, her foot squeaking on the tub.

  Leaving it on the first notch, I open up her lips slightly. She flexes her abs, and I watch her situate herself so that the pulse is hitting her just to the left of her clit. Every piece of her puzzle—what she wants, what she likes—is priceless intel. Everything she does teaches me what she wants, and how she wants it. As she gets used to the pulse, her body starts to relax. She’s using her toes to grip the tub, and she hasn’t allowed me to take all of her weight yet. “I’ve got you,” I tell her. “Go ahead and let go for me.”

  “Okay,” she whispers, barely speaking the words at all, her voice hardly louder than the sound of the spray.

  I rotate it another notch. The pulse gets more focused and intense. When the pattern changes, her body bucks again, but she lets go quicker this time, letting me support more of her, letting me take her more fully into my lap. Her body is covered in beads of water, and I get a better look at that bruise. Perfect, naughty, exactly fucking right. My hand on her hip. Mine. She shifts the focus of the showerhead by angling her hips, so that now the pulse hits her clit more directly. Her clit reddens and swells with the heat. “Oh, Jesus.”

  Even though I came hard about five goddamned minutes ago, she’s doing it to me again. I pump my cock into the soft skin at the backs of her thighs and she looks up at me. “Again?”

  “Hell yeah, again. If you want me.”

  “Of course I do, what kind of question is…” But she trails off, stopped mid-sentence by my head slipping inside her.

  “Fuck.” Stealing her words with my cock is so fucking hot.