by Tayrn James
Sasha broke our kiss, shifting to nibble all the way down my throat to my collarbone. His fingertips traced light patterns along the heated skin of my stomach, sending tingles down to the very tips of my toes. My head was thrown back in pleasure when his hands returned to my chest, using long, lean fingers to scoop each breast from their lacy cups.
By now I was using what little breath I had left to beg Sasha, beg for him to continue the downward path of his mouth.
“Please Sasha! Put your mouth on my breast.”
“I like to hear you beg,” Sasha ground out before he complied, causing me to cry out when he took one reddened nipple between his teeth and bit down gently.
I used my hands in his hair to move his head to my other breast, clutching him to me tightly when he repeated the action again to my satisfaction.
“More!” I demanded.
He bit down harder this time, making me relax my tight grip on his hair to simply cradle his head. I took it for as long as I could stand, finally pushing his mouth away.
“Enough,” I managed. “Fuck me. Now. Please.”
“Not yet.” Sasha answered. “Not until you do as I say. Turn around.”
I did and felt my bra fall away as he released the hooks.
“Now, bend over. Put your hands down and lean against the bed.”
He helped me along with a gentle push, which was good because everything was still a bit fuzzy in my head after the pleasure of his bite on my nipples. Reaching down, he adjusted my legs, pushing them far enough apart that I was forced to brace myself for support.
“Good girl,” he murmured.
Something hit the floor with a clink and I twisted back enough to see. Sasha was down to just his boxers, the plump head of his cock gleaming with pre-come as it protruded from the long slit in front. His eyes were glued to my ass and I wiggled it for him, wanting to push him into taking me sooner than he planned.
“Little witch! I know what you're up to. Keep doing that and I will wait even longer to take you.”
His words made me freeze instantly. No way I was waiting a second longer than I had too before feeling him push that wonderful thickness inside of me. The image was so vivid I flinched, my pussy grasping at nothing but air.
Sasha moved to stand between my legs and put his hands on my ass, kneading it in small circular movements. Soon the circles encompassed the whole of each cheek. When I didn't protest, he grew bolder and began brushing under the edges of my black thong. I was struck mute with sensation, my whole world narrowed to still throbbing nipples and the fingers massaging my buttocks.
His motions ceased and I let out a moan of satisfaction when he removed the thong and went back to his kneading, running his thumbs together down and between my cheeks into the crack of my ass. I was surprised at how good it felt. I had never let anyone play with my ass like this before. He pulled my cheeks apart gently and blew warm air against the pucker they revealed. I tensed and he resumed his previous stroking.
“Never had anything in that ass before have you.” It was more of a statement than a question.
He continued on as if I had answered him.
“Sometime soon you will be begging me to help you fill that hole, just like you were begging me to bite your sweet little nipples.”
I had a feeling he was right about that, but I just answered by saying,
“Not today I won't.”
“You have such an amazing ass Cassandra.” Sasha stated as he leaned over me, reaching for something on the bed in front of me that I hadn't previously noticed.
Item in hand, he moved to the side a little so I could get a better look. Laying in his palm was a wooden hairbrush, the honeyed color of aged pine. He must have grabbed it from the dresser earlier when he had ditched his trousers or something. I continued to examine the brush, not sure exactly what Sasha thought he was going to do with it. Its large rectangular head gleamed in the light, smooth on one side with short bristles on the other. The wooden handle was big enough that it seemed his fingers could barely close around the carved column.
Shaken, I opened my mouth and wondered aloud, “What is that for exactly?”
“For pleasure Cassandra. Everything in this room is purely for pleasure. Both your pleasure and my own.”
That answer made me wonder what else he had stashed around the room, in drawers or under the bed. My wayward thoughts distracted me for long enough that I jumped when the smooth wooden head connected loudly against my left buttock. The sharp crack echoed through the room. It wasn't hard enough to hurt that much, but still I cried out.
Standing, I whirled around to face him, my eyes flashing in anger.
“What the hell? Did you seriously just spank me like a child?”
“No Cassandra! I will never treat you like a child. Unless you ask me to of course.”
“Kinky bastard.”
“Perhaps. But I notice you haven't run from the room screaming. What does that make you I wonder?”
I didn't bother to honor that with a reply. Did I really intend to stand here and let the man spank me to satisfy some weird sex fantasy of his? I should already be running for the hills, as he had pointed out. Why wasn't I?
My thoughts must have shown on my face because he quickly moved behind me again to drape his body over mine, arms circling my waist. I felt the bare head of his cock press against my opening even though the rest of him was still contained for the moment in his boxers. Sasha began rocking against me gently and my hips instinctively responded in kind, wanting what his hard length promised me. Damn it! I should be getting the hell out of here, not acting like a bitch in heat. What was wrong with me?
Conflicted, I began to pull away. He stopped me by pulling my body upwards, forcing me to stand pressed intimately against him and then using his talented fingers to pull roughly on my nipples again. That instantly brought me back to the edge of climax as a wave of burning pleasure shot through me. God he was good.
Already Sasha knew my body well enough to keep me aroused, keep my thoughts clouded by sensation and lust.
I'll make you a deal, Sasha breathed into my ear, his lower body still pushing rhythmically against my nakedness. You let me spank you again. Five times. If you still aren't sure you like it, I'll just fuck you instead.
Five times. Five little whacks and I could have what my body had been craving for the last few weeks. Surely I could let him spank me again for that, couldn't I?