I want more.
But I’m scared.
Is this wrong? That I love the possession he takes of my body? That I feel a thrill from the whispers of his filthy words?
That I adore the way he slaps my ass?
That I’m craving more?
My mind spins outside of my head. My body takes over. Pressing harder against his taut limbs. His lips find mine, kissing me so hard it hurts. His fingers grab into my ass, digging into my skin. A whimper rises in my throat.
“Men like me know exactly how to take care of girls like you. Bad little girls need their bottoms punished. Don’t they?” His right hand grabs my right ass cheek. Fingers creep over my panties, pressing into the cleft of my ass. I feel the shocking pressure of his fingertip. Touching me in a place no one ever has—the taboo entrance of my bottom.
His finger presses harder as he grabs and clutches my flesh.
I’ve never been this turned on.
Or pissed off.
I’ve only known him a day. And he thinks he has the right to touch me somewhere so very private? How dare he. My hands go to his chest as I try to push him away.
He’s not having it.
His wandering finger continues to press, to rub, while his hand clutches my aching bottom. Making my pussy throb. His other hand gathers my hair, pulling my face roughly to his. His lips punish mine as he squeezes and touches my bottom.
I want to stop him.
Don’t I?
But now the kisses are coming harder. Faster. His hands are all over my body. Stroking, grabbing. My limbs respond by eagerly pressing harder against him. My hands run through his hair.
I’ve never had a man treat me so roughly.
And I’ve never wanted anyone so badly.
He breaks our lip lock. Leaving me panting for more. He pulls his face from mine. Our eyes meet. He says, “Judging by the way you have an issue following directions, if I had to guess, I’d say that by the end of this week, I’ll be taking you over my knee for a proper spanking.”
Another spanking? My emotions are torn. I’m left hanging in the balance between being sinfully turned on, burning with desire, and fear.
A wicked smile crosses his face. “Cat got your tongue, Hannah?”
When he says my name, it’s as if a switch flips. I remember who I am. What I am about. I’m a strong, feminist woman. A woman who, though she might enjoy a little rough play in the bedroom, will never allow a man to spank her for punishment. Not a second time.
Despite my mind’s convincing arguments, my body betrays me. My nipples strain uncomfortably against my bra. My pussy clenches at the thought of his hard hand spanking my bottom. My panties are soaked. My little bottom hole is practically winking in anticipation of more attention, awakened by his earlier caresses.
I gather my nerve. I’m not free to wander the Village without his protection, but no one can fault me for taking the few steps alone between where he stands now, into Adrianna’s home. I catch a glimpse of her through the kitchen window that looks out over her patio.
I release myself from his arms. Smooth my clothing. “Not on your life.”
Turn on my heel. Step over his discarded jacket. And walk back toward Adrianna’s kitchen.
My pussy protesting with every aching step.
Chapter Three
Nicholas
She’s adorable, marching away and pretending she’s not a submissive to her very core. Acting offended when I mention the inevitable—that she’ll end up back over my knee. Good thing I didn’t tell her that I know I’ll be fucking her sweet pussy tonight—imagine what kind of reaction that would’ve gotten.
I call out to her, “I know you’re tired. Let me take you to bed.”
She looks over her shoulder, knocking me out with those huge brown eyes. She gazes at me warily. “Whose bed?”
“Mine.” Before she can reply, I run to her. Scoop her up. Toss her over my shoulder and carry her giggling and kicking. Give her ass a hearty slap that makes her howl. It’s a few blocks to my place and I’m enjoying every minute of the journey.
She’s batting at my back, laughing and saying, “Put me down. Put me down this instant!”
“I will. When I’m good and ready.” I give her ass another smack. We arrive my building. I deposit her on my front stoop. She gives my shoulder a little swat for carrying her so precariously, but she’s still laughing. I press my thumb on the pad, opening the door. I take her hand in mine. “Come upstairs. I want to show you a few things.”
Her giggle stops. Suddenly shy, she gives my hand a gentle tug. “Things? I don’t remember there being anything in your house. The place was practically empty.”
She’s so sweet when she’s not so busy proving her independence. I lean down and whisper into her ear, “You can’t see the things I want to show you.”
She’s breathless. “What do you mean?”
I trace my finger down the side of her cheek, making a shiver run through her. “I want to show you things about your body you may not yet know. Like what I can do to you. How I can make you feel.”
Her words are a whisper. “But I barely know you.”
She’s not wrong. But I’ll have her all the same. I wrap my hand behind her head. Lean down slowly and bring my lips to hers. Kiss her. Pull away and enjoy the flush I’ve brought to her cheeks, the shine I’ve put in her eyes. With just one kiss.
I’m ready to show her who she is, what turns her on. Take her out of her comfort zone. Travel to the darker realms of passion.
Where pain mixes with pleasure.
Where the deepest sexual satisfaction resides.
I love these women. The ones who sigh when you grab their bottom. Moan when you finger it. Cry when you spank it. Women that want to have every inch of their body pleasured. Women who desire to submit their will. Fantasize about being ravaged by a man who knows what the fuck he’s doing.
I’ll be rough with her, but first, I’ll be gentle.
I take her face in my hands. Kiss her softly. Slip my tongue inside of her mouth. She releases a sigh, her body melting against mine.
It’s time.
Holding her hand, I lead her up the stairs. All the stairs. Straight to the master bedroom.
As we cross the threshold, I have a second where my mind checks in with my cock. Telling me not to get involved.
Not to risk getting attached to a woman I’ll likely not see again.
But her hand is in mine. And she gives it that little squeeze.
She’s vulnerable. And she’s ready.
There’s no going back.
I grab her by the waist. Lift her from the floor. She’s light and small and feels perfect in my hands. She wraps her legs around my waist. Her arms lock around my neck. I feel her mound press against me eagerly. Ready.
But I’m not.
I have so many things I want to do to her beautiful body before I even touch that pussy.
I’m kissing her. Making my way down her neck. Nipping and biting. Her head leans back and she’s moaning. I cup her breast, her nipple hardening beneath the soft fabric of her sweater.
I’ve got to taste it.
I lift her sweater over her breasts. Tug her bra down till the lace is below her pebbled peak. Take it in my mouth and suck. Her nails dig into my shoulders. She whispers my name.
My cock presses against my trousers, eager to bury within her.
I leave her breast with a nip that makes her squeal. Press my mouth against her. Kiss her deeply as I move my hands to her bottom. With her legs around my waist, her skirt’s crept up around her hips. I grab and clutch her tender flesh.
Lighting her on fire.
Confirming what I already know about Hannah.
She loves having her ass played with.
And I’m more than happy to oblige.
She kisses me fervently, hungry for the taste of the passion. I slip my fingers beneath the elastic of the legs of her panties. Pull her cheeks apart. Make her purr. I untan
gle her legs from my waist. I’m guessing she thinks I’ll lay her down on the bed. Make sweet love to her.
Like a gentleman would.
In the bedroom I’m anything but.
Instead, I flip her over. Tossing her onto the bed, facedown. Bend her over the edge. Press her belly into the mattress. Give that tiny little skirt a tug until it’s all the way up around her waist. Slap the back of the top of her thigh, making my palm sting. Leaving a red handprint on her skin.
“Hey!” She turns to face me, her hand going to her ass. “That hurt.”
I grab her hand. Press it against her lower back. Pin her into place. Lean over her, the heat of my body melding with hers. Find that magic spot on her neck that I already know drives her wild. Bring her back into the moment with a nip and a suck.
And she’s moaning.
My chest presses against her back. My left leg wedges between hers. Holding her down. I kiss her neck, nibble the lobe of her ear. Whisper to her, “You like it rough?”
She purrs, “Yes.”
“Yes, you do. You bad, bad girl. You like it rough. You like having your ass spanked. You like having a big strong man take you to bed and do what he will with you.”
Her response is a delighted whimper.
I gather the hair above the nape of her neck. Wind it round my hand and give it a tug. Bring her head back toward me. I want to play a little bit. Use my words to make her already wet pussy positively soaked. “And what I want to do to you right now is punish you more for walking away from me. For disobeying. Tell me... were you being a naughty girl?”
A little mewing noise escapes her lips as I release her wrist with my other hand, sliding it over her round globes. She says, “Was I?”
“You were. You were wandering off into the night with no idea where you were going. That’s a bad thing to do with so many dangerous men around.” Another hard spank.
“I didn’t mean anything by it... please don’t spank me again. My bottom is already so sore.” Her voice is breathy, excited. Nervous. I feel her trembling beneath me.
I sit down on the bed. Grab her hips and pull her over my lap. “I’m sorry to have to do this but when little girls are very, very naughty, they get their panties pulled down. Their bottoms bared. And spanked. Hard. And you’ve been a very, very naughty girl, haven’t you?”
“Yes, sir.” This girl is ripe and ready for this lifestyle.
“Since you’ve been a bad girl, I’m going to take your panties down. And give you a second spanking. This time on your bare bottom.”
She squirms, her skirt rises higher. Her blonde hair falls around her in waves and I brush it back, exposing her lovely flushed face. I stroke my finger down her cheek. Then wrap my arm around her waist. Her squirming stops. My right hand glides over those gorgeous globes. Still pink and warm from when I spanked her on the street. I tug at the elastic of the waist of her little panties. Pull them down, slowly. She gives a little whine of protest, making me take the pace even slower.
I know how important it is for a woman in this position to have the full experience of having her bottom bared completely. No matter how scant or see-through the panties might be; they’re coming off.
Bringing her that delicious feeling of shame she craves.
The fabric rolls onto itself and I tug it down just below the curves of her ass. The material is tight around the tops of her thighs, pushing her already full cheeks upward.
Beautiful.
Now that she’s fully exposed to me, I take a moment to enjoy the view. I lightly brush my open palm over her bottom. Watch the goosebumps appear on her flesh. Hear the soft sigh she gives. Feel her mound grind against my lap.
Having this power. Holding a grown woman in this precarious position. Bringing out the naughty little girl I know she has hiding inside... it’s intoxicating.
She’s just like our Beauties. Strong, smart, independent women who love to be taken over your knee and spanked like a bad little girl. They long to be chastised and punished. Sometimes gently like this. Other times, for larger transgressions, they want harsher discipline. The kind that makes their expensive mascara run and their breaths come in heavy sobs.
Afterwards, they want to be held and doted on. Spoiled and coddled.
They are the most precious beings on this Earth.
And now it’s time to give Hannah a taste of what she’s been missing while living outside of the Village.
I give her bottom a soft spank. Her skin jiggles and she lets out a moan. I give her another spank. Her hips move. I pat her bottom, covering every inch with light spanks that make her moan and wriggle. Just enough sting in them to smart, turn her on. Leave her wanting more. I spank and pat, all the while chastising. “Bad girl. You were a bad girl. You stay right by my side from now on. No more running away.”
I tug those panties down a little further. Just enough so I can spread her legs but not so much that she loses the constricted feeling of having the elastic wrapped around her thighs.
And now the moment I’ve been waiting for. Getting to taste the sweet juices of her pussy.
“Such a naughty thing. I’ll bet having your bottom spanked made your little pussy all wet. Let’s see how wet you are.”
She gives a gasp as I slip my finger between the crack of her ass. Slide it down between her legs until I enter the tight entrance of her pussy.
Just as I suspected.
She’s dripping. She melts into me, her legs spreading as I slip my finger further inside of her. Her hips push back to meet me. I reward her by plunging inside her slick sheath. A few more pumps and she’s practically humping my hand. I slide out of her. Bring my finger to my lips and taste.
Every woman has her own special scent, flavor. When I taste Hannah, I feel a connection beyond fucking.
Like she was made for me.
I need more. And I’ll have it.
But first...
I slide my finger back inside her clenching pussy. Collect her lubricating juices. “Do you know what happens to the very naughtiest of girls like you?”
“No?”
I slide my finger out of her pussy. Up that silky skin that runs between her two precious entrances. Press the tip of my finger against the tight rim of her bottom. “They get the inside of their bottoms played with as well.”
“Nooo...” Her hips wiggle. She lets out a whimper, soft as a kitten.
“Yes.” I press further, her bottom giving way. I slowly enter her, my lubed finger gliding past her tight muscles.
“Oh, Nick, you can’t... it’s so wrong. Please, don’t punish my bottom like that... oh!”
“It’s the only way you’ll learn.” I’m pumping my finger and despite her protests, her hips are moving back to meet my invading digit. She’s moaning with humiliation, but as I continue to finger her bottom, her moans turn to desire. Her hips begin to circle; wanting more. Instead of obliging her, I slide my finger from her. She lets out a little sigh of disappointment.
One day she’ll beg me to replace my finger with my cock. But today is not that day.
I lift her from my lap. Lay her back on the bed. Lock eyes with her. She watches me, wide-eyed and trusting as I pull her skirt down over her hips. Free her thighs of those panties, tugging them over her feet and tossing them to the side.
I kneel on the bed before her. Take her thighs in my hands, parting them wide. Bury my face between her legs and eat that delicious pussy with vigor. Her screams start before I’m even warmed up. Her thighs lock around my neck. Her hands find my hair, pulling and tugging. I’m licking and sucking her tender nub. Lapping up her flowing juices. Finally hearing what I’ve wanted to hear all night.
“Nicholas! Holy... Nicholas! Yes! Yes! Nicholas!”
She’s coming. But I’m not leaving.
I slip my clean finger inside her. Plunging and fucking as I lick and suck. Her sheath tightens around my finger, making me slide a second one within her. Stretching her tight little pussy and milking another orgasm fr
om her body. Her knees are shaking. “Oh, stop. I can’t... I can’t come again. Oh, my god, I’m coming again.”
I slip my fingers from her. Find her mouth and kiss her, hard. Brush the damp hair from her flushed face. Kiss her cheeks. Kiss her lips. Pull her sweater from her chest. She leans up, allowing me to unhook and remove her bra.
Freeing her gorgeous breasts. They’re full and round like her bottom. She’s soft and curvy and beyond perfect.
I leave the mattress and stand before her, undressing. She gives me a shy smile as I unbutton my shirt. Her eyes widen as the fabric slips from my shoulders, exposing my hard, flat stomach. The swirling black tattoo that covers one side of my chest. I unlatch my belt, unbutton my trousers. With one push, lower everything. My cock springs up, hard and ready. She stares at it, hungry for pleasure.
“Take it in your mouth.”
She’s shy, but obedient. As she slides her naked body to the edge of the bed, my balls tighten. Her hands take my cock and at her gentle touch, I take a breath. Then her pretty little lips are wrapped around the head of my cock. Warm, delicious, and wet.
Her hands go to my balls, cradling them as her mouth moves up and down my shaft.
It feels so fucking good.
Too good.
I pull her up till she’s standing. Press our naked bodies together. And kiss her.
The way she reacts, her tongue stroking mine. Her hands grasping at my ass. Her taste, her smell. The sound of the soft sighs that rise in the back of her throat.
It’s almost too much.
In less than twenty-four hours of knowing Hannah, I’m falling for her.
Hard.
I lay her on the bed. Her legs fall to the sides. Opening and inviting me in. I take my time. Climbing over her. Kissing her. Pausing and holding her gaze as I press the tip of my cock against her hot, wet entrance.
And I plunge within her.
Her fingertips dig into my shoulders. She whispers my name. “Nicholas.”
Our bodies rock in a rhythm that makes me feel as if we’ve known one another a lifetime. Our lips press together. Our tongues intertwine. We fuck and kiss and sweat. Our climaxes building with every movement.
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