by Lacey Harper
His head dipped lower. He kissed each cheek of the most perfect ass he’d ever seen. A perfect heart shaped ass just begging to be spanked. There would be time for that later.
He wanted to see all of her and gripped her hips to turn her to him. She leaned against the wall, a look of lust smeared across her features. Any hint of defiance had vanished.
Her belly quivered as he brushed feather light kisses across the taut skin. Then his lips trailed to the thin patch of hair covering her pussy. She smelled ripe with sex.
***
Krista gazed at him through her lashes. His warm breath swirled against her swollen lips. Another inch and his tongue would touch the most intimate place on her body. She shivered with need.
He glanced up as if to confirm the effectiveness of his teasing. She tried to hide behind a mask of indifference but it was no use. One look at her face and he’d know exactly what she wanted.
He spoke and the warmth of his breath tickled her. “I knew you’d enjoy it.”
She bristled and responded with a complete lie. “I’m only doing this because I need to keep my job.”
“You’d make a terrible liar.”
Before she could respond, he lashed the slick folds of her pussy with his tongue. She tried not to cry out but it was useless. Every lick drew moans of pleasure from deep in the pit of her stomach.
She laced her fingers into his thick black hair and pulled him closer. He smoothed his hands across her hips then reached behind to grab her ass.
The tip of his tongue stabbed into her. Her head snapped back and hit the wall but the pain barely registered. The sensations quivering deep within were unlike anything she’d ever experienced.
Grant was right. Dirk was a man-child and Grant was a real man. Her limited experience with men hadn’t prepared her for the expert tongue pressed against the core of her being.
His lips nipped at her pussy lips. She arched into him. She wanted more. She wanted everything he could give. She wanted to drown in the ecstasy of his kisses.
He pulled back and blew a long breath against her scorched lips. The air cooled her slightly but did nothing to stifle the yearning in her body.
“Grant.” She whispered.
“Yes?”
“Take me to bed.”
He stood and placed one arm behind her knees and one behind her back. As he scooped her up, she wrapped her arms around his thick neck. He carried her to the bed where he unceremoniously dropped her.
She frowned. “Not exactly gentlemanly.”
“Who said I was a gentleman? I haven’t even begun to punish you so save your assessment of my character until sunrise.”
“I could get up and leave right now and never come back.”
“You could. But you won’t.”
He was right. Even if she could scoop her pride off the floor, her body would never let her. He’d awakened an erotic appetite that demanded to be sated.
He pointed to the bed. “Face down.”
She crawled onto the giant bed. A floral scent wafted off the sheets. At least he’d changed them.
He wrapped something around her ankle. She propped up on one arm and twisted to look. “Handcuffs? You can’t be serious.”
He smirked. “Oh, I am.”
A mixture of dread and desire kept her still. She’d secretly wanted to be tied up but never trusted Dirk enough to let him. So far Grant hadn’t done anything to hurt her, and for some reason, she trusted him far more than she’d ever trusted Dirk.
She pushed the thought away as Grant clicked the last handcuff into place. At the least these were lined with a thin strip of leather. Not exactly comfortable, but the thrill of being restrained overshadowed any discomfort.
“You’ve been a very bad girl Krista. Fucking some guy in my bed while I was away.”
Totally unprepared for the slap of his hand against her ass, she yelled. “Ouch.”
The second crack of his hand against the other cheek sent red hot shockwaves straight through her pussy. She strained against the cuffs.
“I like the look of my handprint on your ass. I almost want to take a picture and hang it on my wall.”
Through gritted teeth she replied. “Fuck you. You better not take any pictures.”
His palm connected with the first cheek. She screamed into the sheets as the pain radiated out in waves. She ground her hips into the bed. It was the only way she could escape the blows.
His weight lifted off the bed. She tried to see what he was up to but couldn’t. He was directly behind her. The sound of her ragged breath filled the room.
He returned to the front of the bed where she could see him. In his hand lay something she couldn’t quite identify. It looked like a ping-pong paddle but one side was covered in black leather and the other side with faux fur.
“What is that?”
He brushed the leather side across the tip of her nose. She inhaled the intoxicating scent of leather. It brought back the memory of her first kiss. The trainer who taught her to jump dressage style horses led her into a barn filled with hay, horses and leather saddles. He’d taken her into an empty stall, pressed her again a bale of straw and kissed her so lightly, she nearly melted into the floor.
The crack of the leather against her ass brought her back to the present. As he continued to smack her, something dark within blossomed. A deviant desire opened a new state of consciousness and suddenly she floated on a sea of sensation. She felt everything and nothing at the same time. As if her soul and her body shared two completely different experiences simultaneously.
The whoosh of the paddle and the whack of it against her humming skin sent her into a state of bliss so perfect, she didn’t want to ever return from it.
A minute passed before she realized he’d stopped. He stared down at her with a look of triumph.
“I can spot a submissive woman a mile away. It’s in your eyes.”
She didn’t want to argue, she only wanted the thick heat between her thighs to dissipate. “Grant, shut up and fuck me.”
He smiled and opened the nightstand drawer. “Not yet. I want you desperate, begging, pleading with me to shove my cock into you. You’re not there yet, but you will be.”
Her eyes went wide at the toy in his hand. She’d coveted the ridiculously expensive Japanese vibrating egg for over a year but wouldn’t ever be able to afford it.
He held the blue egg in the palm of his hand. “Spread your legs wider.”
She immediately complied. The egg would free her from this erotic torture.
He climbed onto the bed. With his knees, he spread her legs even wider. She pointed her ass toward the ceiling to give him better access to her aching pussy.
A faint buzz filled the room. He touched the vibrating egg to the back of her knee. She jerked to one side. The sensitive flesh shivered under the egg. Tendrils of desire curled in her belly.
The egg traced a path up her thigh but stopped just inches from her engorged lips. She bucked and thrust her hips back trying to reach the egg but it was too far away. He had her completely aroused and totally at his mercy.
“Grant, please.”
“Begging, but not desperate yet.”
She wiggled toward him. “What? I am. Make me come. Please Grant.”
“Please sir.”
“Please sir. Please fucking make me come.”
The vibrating egg caressed the crease of her ass and finally dipped lower. When it touched the delicate folds of flesh between her thighs, she groaned.
She ground her pussy against the egg. It undulated around the edge of the lips then he pressed it into her. She thrashed against the bed.
The tiny egg pulsated within her. She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think. On the tip of ecstasy, she drove back shoving it deeper. The orgasm began to build from the center of her body. Just seconds away from mind shattering bliss, he pulled the egg out of her.
“No. Please. Fuck, I’ll die if you don’t make me come.” Her pitiful cries fo
r mercy were devoid of ego. She didn’t care if she sounded like a desperate, pathetic fool. Her mind fixated on one singular thing, release.
“Pleading, but not desperate yet.”
“Nooo.” She whined.
He swept the egg across her pussy lips. She almost fainted when he pulled it away. Why? Why was he doing this?
His voice took on a deeper tone. “I love watching you like this. Spread wide, shaking.”
The egg thumped against her. Her eyes rolled back as if she’d been hit by a knockout punch. Her hands became fists as she jerked on the bed. Her heart pounded in her chest.
Her juices trickled onto the bed. The wet spot growing wider with every minute that passed. She didn’t know how much more of this she could take. An animalistic hunger overcame her. She was nothing but a twisted bundle of nerves begging desperately for relief.
“Grant.” She panted. “I need to—”
The egg pressed against her clit and she screamed. Violent shockwaves pulsed though her pussy. Her back arched so hard she came off the bed. Tremors wracked her body. She came over and over as he pushed the egg in and out of her pussy.
She didn’t ever want to stop. The room went hazy as her field of vision narrowed. Close to passing out, she wanted to speak, to tell him to take the egg away, but she couldn’t. The muscles in her stomach clenched hard and the egg slipped out of her.
Mercifully, he turned the egg off and set it on the nightstand.
A trickle of drool slid down the side of her mouth. He licked it up before thrusting his tongue between her lips.
Still caught in the throes of the most amazing orgasm of her life, she let him suck her tongue into his mouth.
***
Grant reveled in the power he had over her. The indescribable look on her face made his chest swell with pride. He loved the screams she made when she came, a siren’s song.
But he wasn’t through with her yet. Not by any means. His cock stood completely erect, almost brushing his abs. She may be temporarily sated, but now it was his turn.
He climbed back onto the bed and knelt behind her. He grabbed the top of her thighs and pulled her back until she was on her knees. Her pussy still pulsed and he took a second to watch it. Then he rubbed the tip of his cock against her soaked lips.
Krista moaned and spread her legs wider. He considered unlocking the handcuffs, but seeing her completely helpless and at his mercy was better than any aphrodisiac.
Without warning her, he shoved forward into her quivering pussy. Balls deep, he reached around and flicked the pad of his thumb over her clit. She bucked and tried to crawl away but his cock sealed them together.
He thrust into her then swirled his thumb, then repeated the process until once again her body shook violently. The muscles in her pussy clamped down on his cock. The tight grip forced a rush of blood into his balls. He didn’t want to come too soon, so he pulled back and dipped a few shallow strokes into her.
She stopped trembling. A thin sheen of sweat covered her back. He leaned over her and gently grazed the back of her neck with his teeth. He licked a path down her spine. She tasted like sin. So sweat and wet with desire.
He reached for her breasts and cupped each one in a palm. He massaged them as she moaned the sound of ecstasy.
The hard tips of her nipples were pliant between his thumb and forefinger. The pressure in his balls had decreased slightly so he forced his cock back into her. When he pinched her nipples, she cried out and the tight walls of her pussy clenched around him.
She rocked against him and soon they were fucking in a slow, leisurely rhythm. He loved the way her ass bounced against his stomach. The slapping sound grew louder as he thrust harder.
She moaned and rolled her head to one side. Their eyes locked. He tried to read the look on her face but couldn’t see past the lust written all over it.
He swiveled his hips against her and increased the pace. The pressure in his balls built each time he penetrated her. The way she writhed beneath him increased the friction until he couldn’t hold back another second.
He thrust as deep as he’d ever been inside a woman and rubbed the tip of her clit. The first shot of cum exploded into her just as she exploded beneath him. The suck of her pussy on his dick was unreal. He felt the orgasm from the tip of his toes to the top of his head. Every nerve ending fired at once until a glorious haze blurred his vision.
After the last twitch of his cock, he pulled out of her and sat back on his heels. He watched the creamy cum ooze out of her. Perfection.
He stood on shaky legs and found the key to the handcuffs. He released each one then climbed back onto the bed.
Krista crawled into his arms and he leaned back against the headboard. She nuzzled his chest while he stroked her back.
“I think I’ll let you keep your job.” He joked.
She turned and punched him lightly on the arm. “You better.”
“On one condition.”
“What?” Her eyes sparkled.
“We’re adding one duty to your list.”
“Tree trimming?”
He laughed and drew her closer. “Not quite.”
“Cleaning out the gutters?”
“Tempting, but no.”
She glanced at his semi-hard cock. “Polishing your trophies.”
“You already do that.”
“Well then maybe you want me to polish something else?”
The first thing that popped into his mind was too cliché. He wouldn’t say it out loud. Instead he said. “What I want is really simple. I want you in my bed, ready and waiting to take every inch of me when I get back from a boxing match.”
She grinned. “I can do that.”
“Yes you can.”
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10 Stories of Forbidden Temptation
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Punished at the Casino
Seduced at Half-Time
Strip Poker
My Neighbor’s Naughty Daughter
The Naughty List
Hard Ride
Touched
Punished by Daddy
Desire
Office Games
Naughty Boss Stories, Vol 1
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