by Piper Stone
“I agree.” Sawyer yanked his shirt up and over his shoulders, his eyes unfocused with desire. Reaching out, he fiddled with the single tie on her dress, yanking the bow then peeling the material down the length of her arms. “So beautiful.”
“So sexy,” she countered, purring as he took a step back.
He lowered his head, licking and nipping her neck, his fingers dancing down from her shoulders to her forearms.
Reese’s breath sounds became scattered as she fumbled with the button on his jeans. “No belt today.”
Kissing and licking, he moved his mouth along her jawline, crossing over her mouth. “I have other implements in my bag.”
“You do, huh?” she whispered, lolling her head back.
“Several. I knew you’d require a hard spanking or two.” He sucked on her earlobe before darting his tongue just inside her ear.
“How did you know?” Unzipping, she used both hands to push his jeans past his hips.
Sawyer grunted as he struggled to kick off his boots. “Because you continue to be a very bad girl.” He kept his mouth on her neck, mouthing kisses as he lowered his jeans, kicking out of them.
Cooing, she wrapped her hand around his stiff cock. “No underwear.”
“Didn’t figure I’d need them.” He pressed his hand against her lace covered mound, rubbing in a circular manner. “Neither do you.” Fuck, she was so damn wet, her juice already soaking her thong. He rubbed in a slow and steady manner, moving his hand up and down.
“Oh, God.” Her body trembling, she tilted her head back as he cupped her breast, pinching her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. “I want to taste you. Suck you.”
“In a minute.” Allowing a single growl to slide up from his throat, he twisted her hardened bud, until she gave an anguished cry. Grunting like a savage, he dragged his lips down her chest to her breast, swirling his tongue in circle after circle.
“Sawyer…”
“Yes?” He jammed a hole into the lace of her panties, thrusting his finger inside, flicking back and forth.
She arched her back even further, the offer blatant.
He was invigorated by her scent, by the fragrance of her pussy juice combining with her perfume. To him, this was the perfect appetizer. He dropped to his knees, holding her hips as he drove his face into her wet lace, sucking her cum through the slender confines.
“Oh… Yes…” Spreading her legs wide open, she pressed one hand on top of his head and the second he slipped his tongue into the hole, she threw her head back and moaned.
Every action aggressive, he ripped at her panties with his teeth until he was able to lick and suck on her clit, pulling the tender flesh into his mouth. She was already swollen, her pussy lips extended, her desire building. He adored the fact her face was shimmering, her eyes clenched shut, her mouth open in the perfect ‘O’. She was without a doubt the most beautiful women he’d ever seen.
“Ah. Ah!” Rocking forwards and backwards, her knees bent, her body quivering, she gripped his shoulder.
Wrapping his fingers around the thin elastic, he twisted his wrist then yanked, ripping the thong from her body. Using both hands, he opened her pussy wide, licking up and down in languishing motions, every action deliberate, every move meant to drive her into a heightened frenzy.
“I… I…” She dropped her head and beads of perspiration trickled down from her forehead, falling on his cheeks, his nose. His nostrils were filled with her scent, driving his cock to the point of blissful anguish. He sucked on her clit, biting down before licking harder and faster, driving his tongue as deeply inside as possible. When he knew she was close to coming, he slid his arms around her legs, gripping her buttocks and burying his face in her wetness.
Every part of her shaking, she tossed her head back and forth as the pants became moans, the moans turning into garbled sounds. “Yes. Yes. Yes!”
Opening his mouth wide, he sucked every drop of juice, electric jolts racing down his legs as her juice slid down his throat. Sweet. Hot. Perfect.
“Oh!” She gripped his shoulders, nearly falling as the climax roared, turning into an entire wave. When she finally stopped shaking, she slumped down, panting.
Sawyer eased her back until she was sitting on the couch then crawled on top, straddling her legs and pinning her arms, pushing her head back against the soft leather. He wrapped his hand around the base of his cock, rubbing his cockhead back and forth across the seam of her mouth. “You need a fat cock buried inside every hole.”
“More than you know.”
Slap!
“Mmm…” She pursed her mouth, darting out her tongue, dragging the tip across his sensitive slit.
Smacking his cock against her cheek, he chuckled, the sound laced with a dark and ominous tone. “Suck me. Open your pretty little mouth as wide open for me as you can.”
Her eyes glassing over, she obeyed, opening her mouth, her breath sounds full of a sensual husk.
Giving her no choice, he thrust half his cock inside, holding his stance as she wrapped her mouth around his throbbing shaft. “Yes. Damn hot little mouth.” Planting his hands on either side of her head, he began to pump in and out, careful to keep control. But damn, he wanted her to take every inch. He grunted as her tongue moved back and forth, her suckling sounds like sweet music. “Yes. Your mouth is… perfect.” He continued thrusting, pushing in another inch, then another.
She gagged once as she breathed around his thickness then relaxed her throat, angling her head until she was able to deep throat him.
“Fuck. Yes!” Harder and faster he plunged, finding the exact rhythm, orchestrated to the point he could maintain control, but his balls were full of cum, longing to be drained. As his balls hit her chin, he began to shake. He knew he was going to come. There was nothing he could do to stop the momentum. Pumping with wild abandon, he gritted his teeth until he was unable to control his body any longer. “Yes. Oh, fuck!”
Her eyes were twinkling as she struggled to release her arms, managing to wrap both hands around the base of his cock, twisting, creating friction.
“Jesus!” He shot his load into her throat and as his entire body tensed, his leg muscles almost cramping, he dropped his head, remaining unblinking. He brushed his shaking hand through his hair and finally pulled back, dragging the tip of his cock around her open mouth.
Cum bubbled from both corners of her mouth and she purred as she drew her finger through the wetness, sucking on the tip of her finger. “Mmm…”
He watched her, a dark and very carnal need sweeping through him. He would fuck her tonight and more than once.
In truth, he would make love to her. Love. The understanding was startling. She could be the love of his life.
Watching the way his face and body reacted to her was beguiling, leaving her breathless, her skin tingling. The taste of him was sweet, salty and the dichotomy was delicious. Licking her lips, Reese was sated, her body languishing in what she knew had to be an intense glow of her skin. This was far too perfect.
Sawyer continued to shake as he stood, his cock still throbbing. “You are incredible.”
“And you taste too damn good.”
He smiled and tilted his head. “There’s much more.” His hand wrapped around her arm, he guided her to her feet, immediately forcing her knees onto the sofa. Fisting her hair, he leaned over, whispering in her ear, “Do you see the world out there, even in the storm?”
The storm. A moment of fear slithered into her system, but she pushed away the ugliness, concentrating on the mesmerizing light, neon blues and purples flashing in the sky. “Yes, sir?”
“Imagine if the world could see us right now, watching our savage act. Would you enjoy that?”
The answer wasn’t as startling as she would have thought. “Yes, sir. I would love that.”
“Then one day. Stay where you are. Do not move. Just imagine that we have an audience, men and women clamoring to see every manic moment, every act. Imagine how hungry th
ey’d be, women wet with desire, their pussies aching. Men so hard that they can’t help but fondle their dicks. And all the while you know what they will do when they leave.”
Hearing his words, the almost guttural sound to them threw her into a state of subconscious need, her body writhing from the way he brushed his knuckles down her spine, yanking on her hair. She belonged to this man here and now. And forever. “Yes, sir. Wanting. Needing.”
“Exactly…” he whispered in her ear before nipping her earlobe. “Stay here, my sunshine or your punishment just might be worse.”
She bit her lower lip, holding back another series of moans. Even in the dim reflection, she could still watch as he walked to his bag, leaning over and unzipping. She was tingling with excitement, her nipples so hard she was in pain. Her thighs were sticky from her cum, and her cunt was quivering, wanting nothing more than to come again. She studied the buildings across the way, never having noticed the various lights. There were people close enough. Perhaps they could see, would grab their binoculars and watch.
What if she met them on the street, engaging in normal conversation. Would they have seen her body? Her sex?
Crack!
Another flash of lightning drew a harsh breath, but she was no longer afraid, merely turned on by the violence scattered in the sky. In his arms, she was safe. Protected. When he walked back toward her, his hands were filled, the reflection muting the implements, but her curiosity was piqued, desire rushing to the surface once again. Her mouth was dry as the anticipation turned into excitement.
Sawyer touched her shoulder, the brush of his fingers gentle and inviting. “Punishment before any additional pleasure.”
“Your own implements.”
The question seemed surprising and he laughed. “Several. I was serious when I told you that I have always practiced some form of discipline. I simply never found the right woman. Until now.”
The words were the most exciting ones he’d stated, and she gripped the back of the couch, opening her legs wide.
“I search the internet for the perfect spanking tools. Did you know you can find anything you’re looking for?”
“Yes, sir. I own a few myself.”
“I bet you do. Every time I come to your condo, you will have at least three waiting for me. Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir.” Why was she trembling all over?
He eased a wooden brush in front of her face, twisting and turning the handle. “Maple. Simple yet effective.”
She eyed the bristles, concentrating on them. “Wonderful, sir.”
Sawyer exhaled as he rubbed the bristles down the length of her back. “Thirty. Then a very special paddle.”
She bit back another series of moans and closed her eyes.
Yanking her back by her hair, he lowered his head, this time the whisper harsh. “You will watch, knowing there are people out there enjoying the show.”
“Yes, sir.” Reese whimpered only once as she prepared, but longed for the rush of pain, the kiss of adrenaline.
Crack! Slap!
“Oooh…” The brush hit squarely against each ass cheek, the pain extraordinary.
Smack! Pop!
“All women require discipline, excel with a firm hand. Do you believe this?” He kept his tone of voice low, husky.
“Yes, sir.”
Pop! Crack! Smack! Whack!
The force of his hand pushed her hard against the back of the couch and she panted as the pain tore through her entire body. She studied his reflection, the change in his expression. He was in total control.
Whack! Slap!
“Pain is necessary, a reminder of who is in charge. Punishment as needed.” Sawyer eased back, inhaling. “Discipline is vital.”
Pop! Crack!
“Yes… Yes, sir.”
Crack! Slap! Whack! Pop!
As the round continued, she realized she’d arched her back, longing to meet every hard strike.
Smack! Crack!
She was excited, alive, and on fire.
Whack! Slap!
When the spanking was over, she was shaking all over, her pussy clenching. She wasn’t even certain how long he’d left her but when he returned, holding the paddle in front of her eyes, she swallowed hard.
“Rosewood. Dense. Perfect. And painful. Another thirty.”
“Oh… Yes. I mean, yes, sir.”
Crack!
The way he hit the paddle against his hand, the thudding noise dying almost instantly, was so damn powerful.
Sawyer tapped her ass cheeks several times. “Remain in position.”
“Yes, sir.”
Slap!
The single hard strike was enough to curl her toes. She opened her mouth in a silent scream.
Smack! Crack!
Every hit was practiced, as if he’d been performing the deed for years, perfecting his swing, the use of his powerful muscles.
Slap! Pop!
“Oh!” The pain became agony, the rumble of the hard thud roaring through the back of her legs.
“Watch as the men and women walk closer to their windows. They want to be in your position. They long to be the woman receiving needed punishment.”
Now, she was whimpering, longing to have his cock shoved deep inside. “Yes…”
Crack!
He rubbed her back before striking again.
Smack! Pop!
“I want nothing more than for you to wear my marks, to know how much I care about you,” he stated, his tone more authoritative.
Slap! Crack!
“Oh…” She dropped her head for an instant then regained her position, her fingers digging into the leather. She could swear she noticed sets of eyes watching her. A flash of lightning created a wave of goosebumps, but she was no longer afraid. She was protected by a man who seemed to know her inside and out.
Pop! Slap!
Sawyer exhaled, the sound guttural. “You made me hunger.”
Smack! Crack!
She could no longer hear anything as his words echoed, floating in and out of the back of her mind. This was raw and untamed, pure and so real. There was no pretense, no method to help her understand that she was falling madly and deeply in love.
Whack! Slap!
When the spanking was over, he carefully laid the paddle on the coffee table then placed both hands on her shoulders, pushing his groin against her bruised ass. “Can you tell how much I desire you?”
His cock was already stiff, pushing against the crack of her ass. “Yes, sir. Fuck me. Please, fuck me.”
Pulling her back, he cradled his arms around her and guided her toward the expansive glass. “Do you want everyone to see that I own you? Do you long to have them understand that you will obey me, no matter what I ask?”
“More than anything.” Exhilaration and excitement surged through her, leaving her mouth dry with anticipation. She could see his reflection in the glass, the way his eyes had changed. So dark. Laced with his own brand of danger.
Issuing a whispered groan, he dropped his head, biting down on her neck.
In the moment of pain washing with pleasure, she gripped his arm, her legs shaking. And she knew they were indeed watching. She leaned her head against his shoulder, trying to remain focused, a rush of energy mixing with the increased electricity. She was alive, on fire and more intrigued than ever by his quiet man. There were so many layers and she longed to peel them back, exposing the darkness furrowed inside.
Sawyer licked up from the base of her neck to her earlobe, nipping before whispering, “I’m going to fuck you hard and fast.”
“Yes…”
Every action methodical, he wrapped his hand around her wrist, placing her palm on the glass. Repeating the move, he gripped her hips, pulling her back, kicking her feet apart. Taking a single finger, he dragged the tip of his nail down her spine to the crack of her ass, moving ever so slowly. “When they watch me fuck you, what will they think? Will they see the woman inside, the impatient brat or the de
fense attorney?” He tapped her ass checks before running his hands around her hips, rubbing up and down.
“Both,” she breathed, uncertain if she’d even uttered the single word.
“Yes. And they will understand that you belong to me.” Cupping her breasts, he squeezed, his fingers digging into her skin.
“I…” She tried to swallow but every part of her seemed frozen.
In time.
In his arms.
Reese could feel the vibrations of her heart mixing with the rumble of thunder as beads of perspiration trickled down both sides of her face. What this man could do to her.
He ground his hips back and forth, sliding his throbbing cock against her skin. “And now. I own you.” He pinched her nipples, twisting her tender flesh as he brushed his lips across her shoulder to her neck, planting kisses. “Forever.”
“Yes. Forever.” She arched her back even more, her actions begging for him, for his cock, his touch. His mouth. She wanted all of him in every manner. She would surrender, relinquishing full control.
Easing back, he wrapped his hand around the base of his cock, placing the tip to her pussy lips. “And I’ll take you anywhere I desire.” Impaling her cunt with one hard thrust, he threw his head back and roared as he gripped her hips, digging his fingertips into her skin.
“Oh!” Her breath stolen, she panted, blinking several times, the force pushing her up onto her toes.
He pulled out until just the tip was inside, issuing a lust filled smile before driving into her again. And again. Every sound was laced with a hint of the savage man inside. “Wet. Tight.”
“Mmm…” Lolling her head, her hair hung in her eyes.
Fisting her long strands, he yanked back her head, pressing his face against hers. “Watch. Imagine all your colleagues standing just outside.”
A single cold chill swept through her as thoughts of Christopher slithered into her mind. He was a cold-hearted bastard and would no doubt enjoy seeking revenge. No. She refused to allow him to destroy another moment of pleasure.
Or her life.
“Fuck me,” she whispered, inhaling the strong scent of the man, full of testosterone, exotic spices. The fragrance was inebriating, creating another sense of euphoria.
