Fortune

by Annabel Joseph

  “That’s right. You’re doing wonderful,” he said, caressing the back of her neck. He was barely halfway in. Still, she could tell she was giving him pleasure by the noises he made and the way his hands tightened on her skin. She slid her tongue over his shaft, caressing him with her lips. “Now touch me,” he said with a gasp. Words seemed to desert him then. He reached down and brought one of her hands to the lower half of his shaft. She squeezed the base of his cock, caressing what she couldn’t handle with her mouth. On pure instinct, she put her other hand on his balls, toyed with and teased them. He groaned. “God, you’re a natural.” He gave her breathless instructions. Harder…softer…faster…deeper… She felt his balls tighten, felt his body grow tense. He put a hand on her shoulder and drew out of her and with a low groan, he climaxed, shooting hot cum on her chest and breasts. She sat still, appalled and yet fascinated. His hand tightened.

  “Stay,” he said. “Don’t move an inch.” He let out a sigh and looked down at her. She felt marked, used. She had made him come and he’d come on her. Now he seemed in no hurry to let her wipe it away. He reached out instead and ran a rough fingertip over each of her very hard nipples. The sensation was overwhelming, a hot pang of lust shooting right down to her pussy He brought her to boiling with nothing more than carefully placed touches. She needed to be fucked, right away.

  “I guess I should have warned you.”

  “Warned me?” Her brain was mush. Fuck me now, please. But oh no, you just came.

  “Warned you,” he said, chuckling. “Warned you that I was going to finish all over your chest. Ever had a guy come on your tits before?”

  “Um, no.”

  He got up and produced a box of tissues from a side table, wiping away the semen with firm strokes. “What about your face? Ever get a facial?”

  “What?”

  “I’ll take that as a no.” He gazed down at her with an amused smile, tossing the tissues to the side and taking her face in his hands. “That was very good. Excellent, actually. A lot better than I expected. You enjoyed that more than you thought, didn’t you?” He stroked behind her ear then brushed some errant tendrils of hair back from her face. He leaned to kiss her, holding her head, thrusting his tongue into her mouth so that she felt her whole body respond. When he drew away she was disappointed that he’d let her go.

  “Little Ekaterina,” he whispered against her cheek, “does mama wait up for you at home? Can you sleep here tonight?”

  “I can’t… I mean… I can stay a little while longer but—”

  “But the idea of sleeping over terrifies you.”

  “She’ll worry.”

  “And the idea of sleeping over terrifies you.”

  “Yes,” she sighed. “A little.”

  “A lot. You’re a little liar. That’s one habit you’ll have to break. Well, come on.” He pulled her to her feet and back to his bedroom. It was as spare and practically furnished as the rest of the house, although the bed he nudged her toward looked quite comfortable. He pointed at the expanse of fluffy white comforter and multicolored pillows. “Lie down on your back and spread your legs. Pull up your knees.”

  She sat on the edge of the bed, about to protest until his look compelled her to lie back. “Spread your legs,” he repeated, a little more sternly.

  “Why?”

  He gave her another look. “Because I told you to. Lie back and open your legs right now, Kat. Don’t make me say it again.”

  “What are you going to do?”

  “I’m going to suck on your clit and lick your pussy and you’re going to let me do it.” He came to her and pushed her knees apart but she fought him, the submission she felt moments before ebbing away.

  “No, I don’t want that. I really don’t. I just don’t like it.”

  He frowned dangerously. “Sometime I’m going to figure out what’s going on with that, but not now. I want to taste you and I have no desire to pry your legs apart while you deny me.”

  “Ryan—”

  “Sir.”

  “Sir, just—okay, here’s the thing—” He climbed onto the bed next to her, pressing her back against the sheets. “Please, I just don’t—” His fingers crept up her thigh, parted her. God, she couldn’t believe how wet she was. He looked at her.

  “You want it.”

  “No.”

  “Don’t tell me no, when all I want is to give you pleasure,” he said sharply. “Your body is mine.”

  “Is it?” she challenged.

  “Isn’t it? Aren’t you my submissive tonight? Isn’t that what we talked about?”

  “Well, yes—”

  “Then open your legs the way I asked.”

  “Please—”

  “What?” he snapped. “Explain—and make it good. You’ve already earned yourself a spanking with your behavior. So tell me why, Kat? Why can’t I?”

  “It’s too intimate,” she said, pleading with her gaze for him to understand. “Please, it’s too intimate for me.”

  “Whether it’s too intimate for you or not, it’s not going to hurt and it’s what I want, so I’m afraid you’ll need to submit to this whether you want to or not. And I’ll expect you to come for me,” he added, noticing her steeling herself.

  Whatever. No way was she going to come. He pushed her back and parted her knees with his shoulders. If she really fought him, she knew he would let her up. She wanted him to fuck her, not this. She didn’t want this…this intimacy…this attention. She gritted her teeth as he lowered his mouth to her wet slit, teasing it with featherlight touches. No. You won’t like it. Don’t like it.

  “God, you’re beautiful down here, Kat. Your clit is swollen and wet. That excites me.”

  She shook her head and swallowed a moan as he licked and sucked at her button, nibbled it a little. She reached down, clutching his shoulders. “Please.”

  “Is this new to you?” he murmured against her slick folds. “You never let any of them do this? The others?”

  “No.” She moaned again, twisting under his mouth. “Never.”

  “So I’m the first one?” he asked, kissing and sucking her with just the right amount of teasing pressure to make heat flare and spread. Against her intentions, she felt desire begin to override her inhibitions. She started to make small, muffled noises of pleasure with each delicious stroke of his teasing tongue. He slid one finger up inside her, practiced control and persistence. Oh lord, please help me. “Am I the first one to have you this way?” he asked again.

  “Yes,” she said. “God, Ryan!”

  “Call me Sir.”

  “God, Sir!” she wailed. He pinned her hips down and licked her all over with intimate, sensual strokes. She bucked and strained under him, her pelvis throbbing, the pressure building until she thought she would die. But she couldn’t let go… She just couldn’t let go…

  “Does that feel good, baby?”

  “Yes…S…Sir…” The unfamiliar address was getting a lot easier to use the more horny she was.

  “Do you want me to make you come?”

  “Yes, please, yes! Please.”

  “You were so naughty, though, resisting me. I’m not sure that you deserve to come. I think you need to be taught a lesson about who’s in charge.”

  She moaned. She had to come. He had to let her.

  “Perhaps I should just stop and send you home for the evening,” he said, nibbling on her clit. The anticipation was unbearable. Her whole body was shaking, suffused with urgent need. She was almost sobbing now.

  “Please, don’t stop. Please, please…Sir!”

  It was the “Sir” that did it. He shouldn’t have allowed her to come after the way she’d fought him, but she remembered to address him correctly when she was half-insane with desire, and progress like that was rewarded. He thrust a finger back inside her slick wetness, then two, stroking her roughly, fanning the spark inside her to light into flame. He breathed in the sweet musky scent of her, the female essence, hot and wet on his lips an
d hands. He could feel it when she came. She was so tight, gripping his fingers. Even if he hadn’t felt her climax, her drawn-out groan of relief would have given it away. He watched her let go, forget everything but the sensation he was giving her. She was beautiful in the throes of orgasm, like a wild mythological goddess, dark hair and lashes against porcelain skin flushed with passion. He held her down until the shudders subsided, then kissed up her pelvis to her flat tummy, then up between her breasts rising and falling in the aftermath.

  “Next time,” he whispered into the hollow of her clavicle, “I’ll tie you down first.”

  Her eyes fluttered open, fixed on him and dilated.

  He leaned over her with a smug grin. “That wasn’t so bad now, was it?”

  She launched herself into his arms and he held her tightly. God, she felt so good, so right. The shuttered, defensive girl was gone, replaced by this woman clinging to his neck. She pressed her cheek to his, buried her fingers in his hair. He’d known it would be this way.

  “It wasn’t bad at all,” she finally admitted. “I kind of liked it.”

  “Kind of liked it?”

  She giggled at his feigned outrage and he laughed with her, leaning back to take in the vision of her happy and relaxed in his arms. It was a start. It was progress. He sobered, dropping soft kisses on her forehead and then whispering against her lips.

  “It wasn’t so bad, but you were bad, weren’t you?”

  He felt her go tense, shiver.

  “I’m sorry,” she said, pulling away from him a little.

  “‘I’m sorry, Sir.’”

  “I’m sorry, Sir,” she corrected with a blush. “I just… I can’t explain…”

  “Then let me explain to you. You can’t balk at intimacy in a relationship like this. Things are going to get a whole lot more intimate than me going down on you. A lot more intimate,” he repeated with a warning look.

  She looked away, but he drew her gaze back with a soft warning tsk. “I was just afraid, I guess,” she said. “This stuff scares me a little.”

  “I know. I know you’re still learning. Let this be a lesson to you. You need to trust me. You need to understand that I’ll always want what’s best for you. If you decide to fight me on something, you’d better think long and hard about whether it’s warranted.”

  “I will. I promise. From now on.”

  “I’m sure you will. However, there’s still the matter of your punishment.”

  “Punishment? But…but like you just said… I’m… I’m still learning.”

  He silenced her protests with a kiss. “Yes, you’re still learning. Here’s Lesson Number Two. When I feel like punishing you, I will.”

  She pouted against his lips. “In my opinion, that lesson doesn’t seem very fair.”

  “Lesson Number Three,” he said quietly. “Sometimes life with me isn’t fair.”

  He made her stand in front of him and talk first, only because he found it an effective way of both disciplining her and turning her on.

  “Eyes up,” he snapped when he noticed her gaze dropping for the fourth time to his full-on erection. “You can worry about that later. Answer me. Why are you being punished?”

  “Um. For hiding?”

  “Yes. For hiding and saying no and generally being an uncooperative little pain. Next time Sir wants to lick your wet little pussy, what are you going to do?”

  “Um…” she said, shifting from foot to foot.

  “Spread your legs wide and let him do it?”

  “Yes Sir.”

  “What if Sir wants to do something else you don’t like? Something you’re really terrified of?”

  “Um… I have to do it anyway.”

  “No.”

  “No?”

  “In this case, I made you do it because a little oral never hurt anyone. But you can always say no if you have misgivings. I’ll consider your thoughts, at least. Okay? But there’s a respectful and forthcoming way to discuss your issues and then there’s acting like a stubborn baby. Guess what you did tonight?”

  “Acted like a stubborn baby?”

  “Mm-hm. And I have a feeling, knowing you, it won’t be the last time.” He took her hands in his and pulled her closer, looking into her eyes, enjoying the tension there. “I’m going to give you a spanking over my knee just to drive the lesson home, because you earned it and I’ll never let you wiggle out of anything you’ve earned. Do you understand?”

  “Yes Sir,” she whispered, staring down at his cock again. Naughty little miscreant. She probably wasn’t listening to a word he said. “Come on. Let’s get this over with.”

  He had to rearrange his swollen shaft to pull her over his lap. She was so sweet, so hesitant. He loved over-the-knee spanking, loved holding a woman’s body against his, disciplining her. Kat’s curves were delicious, shapely and soft against his thighs.

  “Put your hands on the floor, or around my leg if you’d rather. Just keep them out of the way. Or should I hold them?”

  “You better hold them. Sir,” she added, remembering.

  He took her hands in one of his, held them at the small of her back. “Don’t fight me. Just relax as much as you can and breathe through the blows when they get hard.”

  “How hard?”

  “Harder than the spanking you got at Masquerade. But not as hard as you probably deserve. And I suppose,” he said, stroking her tense ass cheeks, “we should agree on a safeword now, on principle, even though I have no intention of pushing your boundaries. Is there one you particularly like?” He was just wasting time now because it was so fun to look down at her perfectly formed ass.

  “I don’t know,” she said, as he expected. “I can’t think of one.” I know, but your ass is fucking beautiful to look at and it’s killing me, how you’re trembling over my lap.

  “If you ever feel you can’t take any more in our future games, say the word ‘mercy.’ Okay? Loud or soft, and I’ll stop. Don’t forget.”

  “Okay. Yes Sir, I won’t.” She sighed, tensing again. It was all he could do not to fling her down on the bed and have his way with her. Her ass was driving him to the brink of madness.

  “And don’t use it unless you have to. Don’t play games with me, girl, or I’ll know.”

  She looked back over her shoulder at him.

  “Sir?”

  “Yes, Kat?”

  “Could you please get on with it before I piss myself from anxiety?”

  Stifling a chuckle, he brought his hand down on her right cheek. She was silent until the fourth or fifth smack when she made a soft pleading sound. He ignored her, warming her up with firm, carefully placed smacks until her entire bottom was uniformly pink. She would bruise less this way, as much as he wanted to mark her. Later. Baby steps. He babied her, his novice subby, but the pleading sounds increased steadily in volume and he had to tighten his grip on her hands when she started to jerk and pull away.

  “No. Be still and take it.”

  “It hurts!”

  “Yes, it does. This is a punishment spanking.” He stroked her crimson cheeks, letting her rest for just a bit. “I know it hurts, but I’m not trying to turn you on right now. I’m trying to teach you a lesson.”

  Trying to teach her a lesson but enjoying the show in the meantime. She was kicking, yelping, moaning—and he enjoyed every moment of it. He wanted it to last, and for her part, he could practically hear her getting wetter with every word he spoke. The words were part of the game, the exchange, the turn-on. In fact, the words were the most important part. The mental aspect, the psychological backstory, the verbal exchange, it was the basis of the whole thing. He spanked her squirming, kicking form a little more, until he was afraid she’d either come or cry if he kept going, and then he released her.

  She jumped away from him and backed against the wall. Her eyes glistened with unshed tears. He watched her to see what she’d do, what she’d say. She said nothing though, just stood and watched him. He stared at the beating pulse at
her neck, her body so vitally beautiful to him. Maybe he saw a little adulation in her eyes warring with shame or fear. Whatever it was, it was gorgeous to look at, so he let her stand there a few moments and compose herself before he reached out his hand.

  “Do you want to go home?” he asked her.

  She looked at his cock again, still rock-hard, still jutting up against his belly. One-track mind, this one.

  “I do have to go home. But maybe not just yet. Sir.”

  She took the hand he offered. He pulled her back to him, smelled her sugary sensual scent. He pushed her down under him on the bed, turning her onto her stomach so he could see the deep red spank marks on her ass. He caressed the hot globes for long moments, squeezing them with his hands. He felt rich. He felt wistful. One thousand cranes for a wish. He reached for a condom and knelt between her legs, spreading her wide. She opened for him without resistance, making a small sound of anticipation. He leaned over her with one hand braced on either side of her head.

  “You make me happy,” he murmured against the back of her neck. She shivered under him and he felt like shivering too. “You’re a good girl and I’m very pleased with you.”

  She hid her face, biting her fist, unable or unwilling to say anything back. He moved into her slowly, inch by inch. She moaned and arched her hips back against him.

  “I know, I know,” he whispered. “I know you’re turned-on. I’ll make you come.” She was alive beneath him, reacting to each touch, each stroke without inhibition. Her hands made fists beside her head, grasping at the covers. He pressed those hands into the bed, gripped them in his own and trapping her so she couldn’t escape. She came not long after that, rippling jerks and a gasp of wonder, and he came too in waves of deep, explosive pleasure. All of it—tasting her, spanking her, getting to see her walls fall down—it all coalesced into one shimmering peak of ecstasy.

  He fell over her, feeling emptied and replete. He lay over her a long time, just nestled inside her, until his cock softened and he had to slip the condom off and pull away. Still she didn’t move. He put his ear down on her back and listened to her faint, steady heartbeat. He basked in her lovely scent, the scent he already recognized. He tried to memorize the feel of her skin against his. He breathed her name in her ear, felt her long, soft exhalation.