“Did I give you permission to lower your arms, my sweet?” His voice had dropped further, and even though the words were barely above a whisper, there was no mistaking the dangerous edge to them. Every pore in her body tingled, and adrenaline rushed her system, coiling her muscles ready for what was to come.
“N–No,” she said.
Her very own Man-Droid Dom crossed his arms and tapped his foot, and she hastily corrected herself.
“No, Sir.”
Elliot’s smile didn’t reach his eyes, and her throat went dry when he pulled her up to a sitting position by her still-bound hands. With one swift move and an embarrassing loud squelch when her slick pussy slid off the counter, the world tilted. The breath whooshed out of her lungs and before she could even gasp, Beth was laid flat over his jeans-clad legs. The rough denim chafed against her sensitive skin, and his rock-hard erection dug into her belly, reminding her that he had yet to gain relief himself. Did Man-Droids need relief, or was this just another programmed function to make him appear more human?
His callused fingers caressed her exposed ass, and all rational thought fled her befuddled brain when he massaged the orbs under his fingertips.
“You have such a fantastic ass, and it will look even more beautiful once it’s red by my hand. Now tell me, my sweet little Beth, how many swats should I give you? What punishment have you deserved for not following instructions, and fighting your body’s needs for so long?”
Oh good god. Every pore in her body quivered with excitement at the thought of punishment, and despite already having had more orgasms than she could count, her pussy clenched in need, and more of her juices coated her thighs. She would leave a wet stain on his trousers at this rate.
“Pu–unishment?” she asked. Beth barely heard his amused laugh over the rushing in her ears, so focused was she on the slow circles his hand made over her ass. His other arm held her torso in place, making it impossible for her to move—not that she would have wanted to be anywhere else but here right now.
“Yes, my sweet. Punishment. How many swats do you deserve?”
“I–I—” The first one came out of nowhere, and she sucked in a breath and grit her teeth. Heat seared her ass cheeks, and tears sprang into her eyes as Elliot delivered two more in quick succession with enough force to wind her. Beth was no stranger to a good spanking, but none of her ex-boyfriends had ever spanked her quite so hard, ever mindful of hurting her. Elliot seemed to have no such worries. He was not taking it easy on her. Despite his curt order to count the swats, Beth lost count time and time again.
Each time, Elliot stopped and thrust two fingers into her dripping pussy, fucking her to the brink of release, before he withdrew with an evil laugh.
“I said count, and keep counting. You stop counting, I’ll start again, and we will be here all night.” He molded his naked torso over her back, his voice a compelling whisper into her ear. “Perhaps this is what you want, sweet Beth? For me to spank you raw so that you can’t sit comfortably for a week? Is that what you need to let go? Answer me.”
“No…yes…I don’t know…please.”
Beth didn’t even know what she was pleading for. All she did know was the pain in her ass, pain that morphed into heated bliss, until she floated somewhere warm and safe, the only focus Elliot’s deep rumble, reminding her to count. Somehow she made it through a set of twenty swats, her body a mass of liquid fire that spread from her poor abused butt to every fiber of her being. From the soles of her feet to the tips of her hair, her heartbeat thrummed Elliot’s name, and when he pulled her head up to look at her, she burst into tears.
All the stresses of the day, all the worries and frustrations she’d been carrying around with her, disappeared with his smile of approval.
“Good girl. You did so very well.”
* * * *
Elliot held a still-sniffling Beth in his arms and murmured sweet nothings into her hair. Seeing her let go, her sweet ass rising into every swat he’d delivered, had brought him peace, too. He was so damn proud of her. Never before had Elliot felt such a connection before, and he had delivered many a spanking session. It was a popular fantasy, but it was clear that for Beth it had been so much more. He could almost see her worries lift away, until her sweet self simply responded to his hand on her skin.
His jeans were soaked through with her arousal, and he was so fucking hard, he could use his cock as a battering ram. Elliot counted backward from a hundred to distract himself from the thought of pounding his dick into that delightful ass. She would be sore, and he had to concentrate on giving her the aftercare she needed. His body’s wants were irrelevant right now.
When her sobs finally receded, he lifted her chin to study her face. Blotchy from crying and with her hair resembling a hornet’s nest, she nonetheless looked utterly stunning to him and a heavy vise settled on his chest. She was only his for this weekend, and already the thought of leaving her made him want to punch something.
Damn these emotions. Was this love? The bubbly sensation in his tummy? This intense need to protect her, to cherish and hold her?
Beth sniffed and winced when she wriggled on his lap.
“Easy, my sweet. You will be sore. Let’s get you into bed, and I can massage some of that sting away.”
She looked doubtful but didn’t protest when he stood up with her cradled against his chest and carried her through to her bedroom. He deposited her on top of her bed with as much care as he was capable of and clucked his tongue at her hiss of pain when her bum made contact with her covers.
“Roll over on your tummy for me and let me see the damage. I may have been a bit hard on you for our first session.”
She moaned her denial, and he could just about hear her muffled, “No.”
She pushed herself up on her forearms, and he realized he had yet to untie her hands. She whispered her thanks when he did so and rubbed at the marks on her wrists. Lying on her side, so as not to put pressure on her behind, she smiled at him and raised one hand to his face.
“You weren’t too hard on me, not really. I think I needed that—really needed that. So…thank you. Sir.”
He, too, smiled and dropped a kiss on her lips.
“The scene is over. No need to ‘Sir’ me now, my sweet.” He smiled anew at the fierce blush staining her cheeks, and tucked her hair behind her ears. “Do you have any aloe vera?”
“In the bathroom cabinet.” She watched him from under her lashes, her gaze settling on the monster erection he was still sporting, and he groaned when she licked her lips.
“Don’t you want me to suck you off?” she asked. “I mean, that looks painful, and you haven’t had relief yourself.”
“This isn’t about me. This is about you. Right now I need to take care of that luscious ass of yours, so turn round and let me do that.”
She looked all set to argue, some of her post-spanking languidness already disappearing, but one look at his expression made her comply without comment. Elliot had to turn away to hide his smile. He didn’t have much time left before the spitfire-don’t-mess-with-me Beth would make its reappearance.
When he emerged from the bathroom moments later, he was pleased to see her lie facedown on the bed. He squeezed a small amount of aloe into his hands and proceeded to rub it into the red-hot skin of her ass.
Beth hissed at the first contact of his hands on her skin, and he gentled his touch to a featherlight caress. Again and again he repeated the process, until her sleepy moans told him she was once again entirely relaxed. By the time he had finished ministering to her, Beth was half asleep. He divested himself of his remaining clothes and settled her under the cover.
“Hmm, don’t go.” Her sleepy plea wrapped itself around him like a lover’s embrace, and he carefully pulled her back against him until they were spooning. Pulling the hair off her damp neck, he kissed the now slow-beating pulse point and murmured, “I’m here for as long as you want me to be, my sweet little Beth.”
“Promi
se?”
“Cross my heart and hope to die.”
Her shoulders moved in a silent chuckle, and then her even breathing told him that she had gone to sleep. He shut his own eyes and ordered his body into sleep and recharge mode.
* * * *
Beth blinked in the ray of sunlight peeking through the gap in the blinds. It hit her straight in the face, and she screwed her eyes shut in disgust. It seemed last night’s summer storm had cleared the air for a beautiful day. Of course it had. It seemed even the weather was under the great Samantha’s thrall. If she organized a school reunion, then of course the weather would oblige, so that everyone could mingle in her perfectly cultured gardens and admire the latest statues shipped from god only knew where.
At least Beth would not have to attend by herself this time. She smiled at the sight of Elliot’s large hand cupping her breast in his sleep and gave an experimental wiggle against the hardness prodding against her tender ass cheeks. Instant moisture coated her slit, as memories of last night’s spanking session invaded her consciousness. It had been one of the most erotic experiences of her life, and the tender way he’d cared for her afterward had made it even more special. Beth sighed and turned over, careful not to wake him.
Elliot seemed in a deep sleep, and she took the moment to truly study him. He truly was male perfection, every taut muscle relaxed in his sleep. If only he wasn’t a machine. Beth shook herself. Where had that thought come from? She wasn’t looking for a relationship, was she? Men took over and left their dirty clothes on the floor, not that Elliot had done so. She smiled at the sight of his neatly folded trousers on the chair by her makeup desk. His shoes stood underneath the chair, his now-dry shirt draped over the top. No, her Man-Droid would not make a nuisance of himself. He was programmed to please, and boy, did he do that. She just had to remember that this wasn’t real, and it couldn’t last. He might have an emotion chip, but that did not make him human. Reading more into this arrangement than it was would be a one-way ticket to heartbreak city.
Elliot was so utterly still, unease traced a line of gooseflesh up her spine. Was he even breathing? She leant close to hold her hand just over his mouth and nose, waiting for the breath that never came. Of course it didn’t. He was probably recharging or some such, and he didn’t feel the need to keep up the pretense of breathing.
Even with that further confirmation of his not-human state, her hormones weren’t listening. She traced his perfect jawline with her index finger, over the prominent Adam’s apple, and then followed the fine swirls of his chest hair. His skin was reassuringly warm under her fingertips, his heartbeat a steady thrum when she bent her head to listen to his chest. From this angle she had a perfect view of his fully erect cock. Thick and long, it reached almost up to his navel, and her throat went dry. She hadn’t managed to get a good look at this part of his anatomy last night, and just like the rest of him it was perfection. She smirked, recalling his statement that he had no control over his dick around her. Beth hadn’t entirely believed that claim, but with the rock-hard evidence in front of her eyes, maybe he had been telling the truth, and besides, he wasn’t supposed to be able to tell untruths. Then again he wasn’t supposed to have emotions, either, so who knew what to believe anymore.
All she did know was that her fingers itched to touch the thick head. Velvet-covered steel met her tentative exploration, and she glanced up to see his reaction. He still seemed fast asleep, so she took his shaft in hand. His heat branded her, and she swallowed hard at the weight and thickness of him. A drop of pre-cum gathered on the tip of his cock, and she closed her eyes and licked the liquid off his slit. Her taste buds exploded with the rich flavor of chocolate and coffee, mixed in with a hint of strawberry, and she released him with a frown.
She sensed rather than saw Elliot stir, and his cock grew bigger and thicker under her fingers. The delicious scent of all her favorite flavors intensified until she couldn’t resist temptation any longer, and took him deep into her mouth. His growl in response trembled through every fiber of her being and settled low in her abdomen. Her pussy clenched and she steadied herself on his thighs, when Elliot lifted her effortlessly until she straddled his chest. He blew against her wet slit, and Beth moaned around his aroused flesh in her mouth, causing his hands to tighten on her thighs.
Tiny spurts of his delicious cum hit the back of her throat, and she swallowed them eagerly. Beth cupped his heavy balls and squeezed, and he retaliated by licking a path of awareness along her slit and up to her anus. He licked around the rim and then tunneled his tongue inside the puckered hole, whilst thrusting his long digits in and out of her pussy.
Beth didn’t know who groaned loudest as she stepped up the suckling off his dick, as though it was the sweetest lollipop, and he in turn lapped up the juices he spread with his fingers. She lost her rhythm completely when he pushed his thumb through the tight ring of muscle and massaged the walls of her vagina with his other hand. With that unerring precision he had shown the night before, he found and massaged her sweet spot until spots danced in front of her vision.
His lips lifted, fucking her mouth with his cock in tune with the fingers up both her holes, and utterly filled and taken over by him, the triple stimulation proved too much for Beth. She screamed her release around his dick as the waves of her climax sucked her under, until she could only feel and hang on for dear life. When her body finally stopped shaking, she lay sprawled along his body, his cock inches away from her lips, and she moaned her denial.
When she tried to take him back in her mouth, his sharp, “No,” stopped her dead.
“I want inside your sweet pussy this time, Beth. Scoot.” He grumbled the words and he shifted her downward until he had her aligned just right. With a tug to her hair, he pulled her upward, and like a heat-seeking missile, his amazing cock found its target.
Beth almost came again, so intense was the feeling of being impaled on his thick member. It twitched and grew inside her until it hit every sensitive nerve ending.
“Ride me, cowgirl.” The hoarse command was followed by a playful swat to her ass that sent darts of pure need to her clit. His hands cupped her breasts, and his thumbs rubbed her already needy little nipples into wanton beacons of lust. Beth lost herself in the feel of him surrounding her. His chest hair chafed the skin of her back, so sensitive was she to all the sensations bombarding her at once, and she ground her hips against him. Her body was his to command, and it obeyed his every move. Elliot’s arms, hands, fingers, lips, and teeth, seemed to reach every part of her, and when he tipped them over so that she was on all fours, the new position sent her tumbling over the edge again. He grasped her hips and pummeled her in earnest, the roughness of it all adding to her excitement, to the whole feel of being owned by him, her need to submit well and truly met. When he slowed and then pulled all the way out, she groaned her denial, only for her insides to clench in need and pure lust when he ran his cock through her juices and used his fingers to spread more of her natural lubrication around her anus.
“I’m going to fuck you up the ass so hard you will see stars, my sweet. Tell me this is what you want.” He bit her neck when she didn’t answer straight away, and he pulled her hair with enough force to yank her head back until he could study her.
“Tell me you want my cock to fuck your ass. Tell me. Use your words.”
She nodded, and he growled his annoyance, the sound so low and feral that Beth knew she was going to explode if he didn’t finish what they had started.
“Yes…god, yes…please.”
He kissed her in a harsh, bruising kiss of possession that gentled as he thrust two fingers past her tight ring of muscle and spread them, preparing her for his cock. She clamped around those thick digits and pushed against him, and she felt his smile in the kiss he gave her.
Elliot pulled his fingers out and, curiously bereft, she waited while he pressed his thick head against the tiny hole.
“Relax, my sweet, let me in. I’ll make this so f
ucking good for you, I promise. That’s it. Oh yeah, fuck yeah. Shit!” His whispered words into her sweat-damp neck was all the encouragement she needed, and Beth pushed backward until he was seated as deeply as he could be. Slowly at first and then with ever-increasing speed, he thrust in and out of her, every smooth glide of his cock setting not-oft-used nerve endings alight. Beth climbed the rungs of bliss, and when Elliot reached around and pinched her clit she splintered, dimly aware of his grunted release into her shoulder.
He collapsed on top of her, and she smiled at his grunted, “Fuck it, I’ve died and gone to heaven.”
Chapter Six
Beth leant back against the hard wall of muscle that was Elliot’s chest and sighed her contentment. His amused laughter skittered over her wet neck, and she gave herself up to the sensation of being pampered. The one thing her little flat did have was a nice deep corner bath. For someone who loved to soak for hours reading her favorite smutty stories surrounded by fragrant bubbles, this was heaven on earth. It also meant that they had just about enough room to accommodate Elliot’s big frame. Sat between his legs, she savored the moment of being pampered.
After hours of hot sex, only interrupted by her need for food that had Elliot scare the poor pizza delivery guy by answering the door stark naked, he had eventually run her a bath. Elliot proceeded to wash every inch of her skin until she had melted into his embrace, and they had added a slow and passionate joining of their bodies in the bath to their list of christened surfaces.
“So, tell me about this Samantha,” Elliot said.
Beth pouted, and some of her contentment fled as though someone had thrown an ice-cold bucket of water over her. She shivered in his arms, and he drew her closer, his ever-ready cock prodding his willingness against her ass.
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