He was rutting and pounding and impaling her with each thrust and suddenly his hot breath was against her ear as he spoke.
"Every time you look into this office I want you to remember me fucking you here. Claiming you!" His nails dug into her skin as if emphasizing his possessive need and she shuddered at the pleasure and pain it filled her with.
"Do you understand? You are mine to fuck, mine to ruin, mine to take whenever and however I wish. Am I clear?" He punctuated the end of his question with a forceful thrust of his cock.
"Yes!" Lilly was wailing now, not even caring if there was anyone around to hear. He was driving her to the very brink with his words and his hands. The feeling he was wringing out of her body drove her wild with lust.
"Anything! I'll do anything for you, Sir! Please, I need to cum; please can I cum, Sir?"
"Yes, cum now! Cum on that cock!" He continued to pump into her even as her pussy squeezed and sucked around his length. A tornado of tingles curled around her spine and arched her back, forcing her to press her wetness deeper against his thrusting shaft.
With a strangled wail against the glass Lilly shuddered and jerked on his cock as wave after wave of pleasure and heat soaked through her, warming her to her core and finishing with a breeze of tingles flickering to the surface of her skin.
Barely had she finished before he dragged his still rigid cock from her twitching lips and was pressing it firmly between her reddened ass cheeks. With a few rough pulls he was cumming in great wet spurts over the rounded swells of her ass as she panted weakly against the window. She wiggled her butt against the streaming ropes and splatters of his hot cum. He let out a deep sigh as he rubbed the softening length all over her cheeks, smearing his mess and marking her skin with his seed.
When he was done he pulled her back by the shoulders and spun her around. She caught his satisfied smirk briefly before being pushed to her knees.
His half hard cock was in front of her face, smeared with his cum and her pussy juices.
"Now clean this up."
Without even thinking Lilly leant forward and began lapping and suckling the warm flesh into her mouth, the taste of both their pleasure mingling in her throat with each swallow. She slurped and suckled on her knees happily while he feathered his strong hands through her hair and told her what a good girl she was.
Even when he was meticulously clean she continued to suck at him until he pulled away, laughing softly. She pouted up at him, unhappy with the empty feeling in her mouth now.
But as he looked down at her with a pleased and indulgent look on his face, Lilly knew that this wouldn't be the last time she would have to prove to him what a good girl she could be.
Her Rough and Dirty Ex
By Megan West
Spanked
By Megan West
Between my normal day at work and the crazy drivers on the ride home, I'd almost forgotten that today was the big day. Seeing Paul’s truck in my driveway as I neared my house reminded me though, and my insides gave an odd flip at the reminder. After nearly two years of dating, and a few months of discussion, Paul was moving in with me, taking our relationship to that mile-stone of the “next level.”
It made sense. It felt right. Still, I couldn't help but feel a bit of unease at the newness of it all. After we'd decided to cohabitate, we'd had a brief debate of who would move and quickly decided he'd move in with me. My mortgage was almost a third of what he'd been paying for rent and my house was over twice the size of his apartment without even counting my basement.
At the thought of my basement I felt myself cringe. It had been years since I'd played down there and I hadn't thought to look and hide the evidence of my perversions. I really hoped Paul hadn't explored the house too much without me.
Taking a deep breath to steady myself, I turned the car off and made my way to the door. The door opened before I could dig my keys out of my purse and Paul stood there, smiling happily at me. In typical Paul fashion, he scooped me up into a tight hug and kissed me soundly, a kiss I was all too happy to return.
“How was your day, Laura?” He asked when he finally let me go enough to close the door.
I laughed softly. “Much better after that kiss. Did you get everything moved in?”
“Yeah. You know me, I don't have much anyway.” He shrugged and I rolled my eyes. To say Paul was a minimalist would have been putting it lightly. Though he made more than enough money to spend on the usual man's toys, he preferred to keep his life “uncluttered” and owned very little aside from some clothes and a laptop. Honestly, if he'd had enough to fill up the bed of his truck even once, I would have been surprised.
It was one of several ways we were complete opposites. I've always been a pack-rat, collecting various things and keeping them around the house because I might need something one day. Don't get me wrong, I'm not bad enough that I need to be taken on to a cable television show for a public intervention, but my closets, garage, and attic are always cluttered with things. I smelled something as we stood there and sniffed the air, and another example of our many differences filled my nose. My idea of cooking stopped at the microwave; Paul not only loved to cook, he was great at it.
“You're making dinner?” I asked, a little surprised.
“Yes, chicken parmigiana, your favorite.” He kissed my forehead lightly. “It's got about another 20 minutes till it's ready. Why don't you go change out of those work clothes and do whatever it is you do while I finish?”
“You're too good to me.” I said and kissed him back before I turned and almost immediately received another surprise, a very solid spank on my rear as I walked away. It wasn't the gentle, playful swats Paul would sometimes give me when he was feeling frisky, it was a definite spank. A yelp slipped out of me in surprise, but I kept walking, forcing myself to ignore the urge to bend over and beg for another one.
That had always been another of our differences, sex. Or, to be more specific, kinky sex. I loved it, craved it, but every time I had tried to bring up the subject of bondage or roleplay or anything I considered even remotely kinky, Paul would just shrug it off or make a joke and I'd let the conversation fade away.
All things considered though, even without the kinky fun, the sex was still good, so I told myself I wasn't really missing out on anything. After all, I had a great, caring, respectful guy, he could even cook for crying out loud, so what if I craved a collar around my neck, cuffs on my wrists, and a dominant presence stripping me of my self-control for a little while? I could live without it. Right?
Right?
Wrong.
I had no idea how truly wrong I was till I felt Paul’s large, strong hand land with a loud, stinging smack on my backside. The sudden sting of his slap sent a bolt of thrill through my body that I hadn't felt in a very long time.
Alone in the bathroom, I shut and locked the door behind myself before turning on the water. I found myself with nothing to do but think as the water warmed. As much as it bothered me to think of it, Paul must have gone down to the basement for something and saw my toys.
I don't mean my vibrators, he'd known about those for a long time, but the ropes and paddles, the whip and cane and shackles that had been left hanging from pegs on the wall. Abandoned to collect dust the day Paul and I had agreed to make our relationship exclusive.
I could only imagine what he must have thought when he'd seen my dungeon in progress, and my imagination wasn't painting the most positive picture. Sighing, I stripped off my slacks and blouse, followed quickly with my bra and panties, then stepped into the therapeutic confines of my nice, hot shower. I closed my eyes and tried to allow myself a moment to relax.
The knock at the door made my heart lurch in my chest. Shampoo was running down my face, into my eyes, and my attempt at wiping it away only pushed it under my tightly closed eyelids. “Yeah?” I called out, hoping Paul would hear me over the running water.
“Just wanted to tell you dinner's ready. Don't bother getting dressed, jus
t throw on a bathrobe or something and come down when you get done.”
“Okay.”
I couldn't be sure if I heard him chuckle over the water rushing past my ears, but I definitely heard what he said next. “Is that any way to talk to your new Master?”
A shiver ran through my body at those words, from my scalp all the way down to my toes, and my breath caught in my throat for a moment. “N-no. I'm sorry, Sir.” I knew then that he found my toys. I feared what he must have thought of me.
“Good girl. Now, be sure to hurry up.”
“Yes, Sir.” I said. My words were quiet and timid. I hurried to wash the shampoo from my hair, not wanting to keep him waiting.
In less than two minutes I emerged from the bathroom, a towel wrapped around my still wet hair, an old terry cloth bathrobe that had once been red but had faded to a dark pink shade wrapped around my body. I don't know what I had expected when I walked into the kitchen, food on the table since Paul had mentioned dinner being ready I guess.
Instead, I found my small wooden table bare of anything, even the table cloth had been removed, and then I saw a note instructing me to go to the basement and I felt another shiver drive through my spine.
As soon as I walked into the basement the lights clicked on.
“I never thought you were seriously into this stuff.” Paul said from behind me, making me jump in surprise.
I could feel heat rushing to my face in embarrassment as I turned to him. I tried to cover my flushed cheeks as I pulled the towel from my hair and pretended to dry it.
“I tried bringing it up a couple times, I thought you weren't interested, so I let it go.”
“I know, and I'm sorry. You seemed happy with our sex life, I didn't want to jeopardize it by introducing you to this lifestyle and pushing you too far. To be honest, I thought you were just curious about trying a little kink because it's become almost fashionable.”
He gave me an apologetic smile. “But, then I went down here and, well, saw how wrong I was.”
“And now?” I asked, remembering to add “Sir” just in time.
“And now I'm going to use you like the little toy you are.” The smile was gone in an instant as his whole demeanor changed. Paul was a big man, built for strength with well-developed arms and a grip like iron. And when that grip got a solid hold of my hair, there was no way I could escape it, not that I would have ever wanted to.
With a giant fist full of my hair he pulled me down in front of him, forcing me to my knees and I looked up at him as my robe began to slip down my shoulders.
Seeing the suddenly dominant side of my normal teddy bear of a man had me severely off balance, and the hormonal rush through my body wasn't helping my confused mind one bit. I knew how I wanted to react, what I would normally do when on my knees in front of him, but the unpredictable moment had me looking up at him in hesitation.
He looked down at me and, though his face was still deadly serious, I could see nothing but lust and affection in his eyes as the hand in my hair tightened its grip till a stinging pain covered my scalp. With his other hand, he undid his belt and unfastened his jeans while I watched his slowly descending zipper with hungry eyes.
Paul never wore underwear, and with his jeans fully unzipped, his already engorged cock sprang free, leaping towards me. I tried to lean in towards his cock, a tantalizing drop of precum glistening in the tiny slit, but Paul held me by my hair, just out of reach. His forearm flexed as he clenched his fist and jerked my head a few inches back.
I watched as he brought his cock closer to my face, my eyes glued to that slowly growing drop. Pulling my head forward he rubbed the crown of his dick against one cheek, smearing that delicious tasting precum on my skin, and then the other but skipped it over my waiting lips without giving me even the smallest taste. I whimpered and heard his deep chuckle in response.
“Is this what you want?” Paul asked. His tone was cold and harsh as a sneer covered his face.
I nodded, my head barely moving from fear of him ripping my hair out. “Yes, Sir, please?”
He brought the tip of his cock to my waiting mouth. My heart raced as my lips stretched around his engorged shaft. My cheeks hollowed as I sucked him slowly, running my tongue all around the soft skin. He moaned softly and I smiled with my mouth full of him.
I reached around his backside and gripped his ass, urging him to slide more of his length past my lips till I was nearly gagging on him. My eyes watered as he filled my mouth with his dripping cock. I didn't care, I loved to please him, to hear the moans and soft growls he made as he clenched the back of my head in pleasure. To know I was the cause of his trembling legs as I bobbed my head up and down caused a deep ache in my pussy.
The excitement must have been as powerful for him as it was for me. Soon he had both hands entwined in my hair, forcing me down as he thrust himself into my throat. I moaned around his cock as he went faster, harder, looking forward to what I knew was soon to come. But then, without warning, he stopped.
“Go to the wall.” He ordered pointing to the wall where I had chains and cuffs attached. I noticed the furniture, the chains, and leather—none of it had dust anymore. It was all clean and pristine looking. He must have cleaned it when I was gone. Another wave of embarrassment fluttered in my stomach.
“Now!” He barked, shocking me out of my thoughts. I nearly skipped to the wall. He was just behind me and as soon as I got to the wall my arms were in his tight grip. My wrists were being shackled and before I even had a moment to comprehend what was going on I was restrained.
I was nervous. Scared even. But I’d be lying if I said my mix of emotions didn’t carry a decent amount of excitement. Watching his cock teasingly bounce with each step as he walked over to the table filled with various sex toys sent a bolt of thrill through my body like I had never felt before.
I bit my lip and twisted my wrists in their restraints as I watched him pick up a large purple dildo from the table. He paused for a moment, as if debating whether or not to pick up something else. He looked over his shoulder and smirked when he saw the nervous expression on my face. He knew he had made the right choice.
He walked over to me, holding the large dildo in one hand and slowly stroking his cock in the other. I licked my lips as I saw the tip of his dick coated in precum and still wet from my mouth. The muscles in his forearms knotted as his hand twisted around the smooth skin of his cock.
He stepped close to me. I could smell is scent, the stubble on his beard prickled my lips as he leaned in and teased me with a kiss. Daringly, I reached forward in my restraints and stuck my tongue out, barely grazing the tip of his lip with the end of my tongue.
His head shot back and his eyes went red with anger. I could see his jaw tighten. A sharp breath caught in my throat as I felt his thumb and forefinger pinch my naked nipple. He held on tight, my breast stinging with pain as he leaned closer to my ear.
“You’ve been naughty—not telling me about this sex dungeon of yours.” He said with menace on his tongue.
“Are you going to just stand there with that purple dildo? Or are you going to use it?” I shot back.
I watched as a slight smile formed on his face. I started to look down as his hand with the dildo moved closer between my legs. Without warning he gripped my chin and forced me to look at him, making eye contact with his bright green eyes.
He leaned forward and gave me a kiss, his tongue forcefully entering my mouth and tangling with my own. A whimpered breath passed through my nose as I felt my erect nipples press against his firm chest. Heat radiated off his skin, wetting my pussy with lust.
“You want to get fucked?” He hissed through his teeth after breaking our kiss, his hands still holding my face still.
“Yes. I want you to-” My sentence trailed off to a moan as I felt the dildo press forcefully against my opening.
My mouth quivered as I felt my pussy lips enveloped the purple cock. My juices oozed down my legs as he eased the shaft in further,
cooling the inside of my thighs. I felt his precum smear across my lotion soft skin as the crown of his cock teasingly poked at my thigh.
“Fuck me with that dildo.” I whimpered as the smooth surface of the shaft glided past my walls.
“Do you want a real cock?” He said as he grabbed the base of his dick and aimed the tip of his cock against my clit.
My hips rolled back from the sensitive touch of his slick shaft slipping up along my electrified nub. I tried to reach down and push him away but was only met with a loud clang of the restraints holding me still. I grit my teeth as the leather straps pinched at my skin.
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