After an evening out, when the other guys had been undressing her with their eyes all night, he always took her home and gave her a good rough and tumble, all possessive and growly like. A couple of times he hadn’t been able to wait until they made it home and had bent her over the hood of their car and fucked her til her knees buckled. The sex was incredible when he was asserting his claim.
Michael slapped her ass, pulling her out of her musing and bringing her back to the task at hand. “It’s supposed to hurt love, or it wouldn’t correct your behavior now would it?”
“I’m sorry for being late when you summoned me. I’ll never do it again.” Sarah squeezed her muscles and groaned. The pain was fading a little and the need to be taken hard was building rapidly. “And I’m sorry for chewing gum.”
Michael yanked sharply on the belt and reached under her to pinch her swollen clit. “I’d forgotten about that. I assume you now know the proper use for your mouth, young lady?”
“Oh yes, Sir.” Sarah rotated her hips and Michael growled, thrusting forward, causing her breasts to rub against the cold wood, and her pussy to grind against the desk.
“Damn it Sarah! I said no moving!” Each word was accompanied by a slap, and each slap sent a shock wave of exquisite pain to her core.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. Please, Sir.” Sarah clenched her muscles as hard as she could until Michael stopped spanking her. “I swear I’ve learned my lesson.”
“Have you now?” Michael held Sarah by the belt around her waist and pulled all the way out of her incredibly tight ass. They both hissed in unison at the sensations his movement caused. “Who owns your body Miss Walton?”
“You, Sir.” Michael entered her again, pushing slowly, opening her up, and delving deep into her hot velvet core, the crimson skin of her well spanked bottom slowly stretching to accommodate him. One of Michael’s hands moved to dip between her swollen pussy lips and flicked her clit teasingly. Sarah gasped, her body trembling beneath his.
“The first thing you will think about each morning and the last thing that will go through your head each night will be how you are going to please me, because if you ever fail to sweet girl, you'll find yourself bent over this very desk with a paddle beating your sweet ass while I’m fucking you to your knees.” Michael slowly pulled out then thrust forward a little harder, Sarah’s heat almost making him lose control. He grit his teeth and tried to think of cold things, ice cream, snow, bloody fucking polar bears, anything but the scorching heat of her ass enveloping his throbbing shaft.
“You will be kept in a state of constant arousal, only cumming when I see fit, only getting release if you’re a good girl. If you don’t please me love, there will be no pleasure, only pain. Your body is going to ache from being filled by me over and over again.” Michael pulled out a little faster, and then pumped in again, once, twice, three times until they were both whimpering. Sarah clenched her muscles and Michael rubbed her oversensitive clit, but only for a moment. Sarah rocked with the motion then cried out when he stopped.
“Michael, please!”
“We’re not done yet. Naughty girls must wait to cum. Forget to call me sir again and we’ll start over with the belt. Is that what you want? Another bottom warming?”
“No, Sir. I’m sorry.”
“Each morning you will present yourself for my pleasure. You will be well disciplined in any manner I see fit, and well fucked at the start of each day. Your bottom will burn as you sit and wiggle on those hard wooden chairs in class, and the feel of my cock stretching your sweet cunt or tight little bum will linger far into the afternoon reminding you of how you are to behave.”
Michael moved his hands to her ass cheeks and gripped them tightly. Sarah hissed as his fingers dug into the welted skin. Michael held her open wide and looked down as his cock slid all the way out then pierced her tight rosebud once again. In and out, in and out, so tight, and so beautiful. Her little bum hole was red and hot. The erotic sight of him filling her transfixed him.
“You are never to forget that my eyes will be on you at all times, and if you stray, I will blister your bottom. I own many things designed to give pleasure or pain, and I assure you I am quite talented in the use of all of them.” Michael moved his hands to her hips and angled her so her clit wouldn’t rub against the desk. He increased his pace, giving her anal stimulation only, ramming home hard and fast. Sarah gripped the far edge frantically, trying to maintain her hold as a powerful force began building deep in her belly.
“Who do you belong to?”
“You... oh God only you.”
“Who will pleasure you Sarah?”
“Ooohhhh Gooodddddd Michael. You... you will.” He growled and pulled out of her. Sarah twisted in shock and confusion, her body burning, blood pounding, desire making her crazed. Michael pulled the belt from her waist and struck her with it, three times quickly, forward and back as he snarled. Sarah howled in outrage reaching the limit of her endurance.
He pulled her up then sat her down on the edge of the desk, spreading her legs, bringing the belt down on her swollen pussy. Sarah screamed and fought him, but Michael pushed her backwards, his movements fluid and quick. He tossed the belt aside, hooked her legs over his shoulders, and thrust back into her ass before she could react, then to her dismay, he refused to move.
Sarah bucked her hips and thrashed under him, the fire from the belt burning her pussy and the swell of his cock in her ass driving her mad. She had to come or she would lose her mind. “Noooooo.... oh God. Evil, evil, evil.”
“Told you to call me sir, Sarah.” Michael looked down at her, his woman, his bad girl, and smiled. She was so incredibly beautiful. Her eyes were glazed with need, her cheeks flushed with desire, her hair a wild mass of tumbled gold around her head. Michael pulled her hips to the edge of the desk and started to fuck her harder as he pressed her legs back until her thighs touched the desk’s top. Sarah reached above her head, gripping the far edge for support as Michael began to drive into her. He leaned down and pounded deep with a steady rhythm, one hand moving to her drenched pussy, one to her breasts. He teased her nipples, one then the other as he crushed her beneath him into the hard unyielding surface of the desk. He thrust two fingers deep inside her, stroking her inner walls, as the rest moved in a blur over her clit.
“Nownownow ..... oh yes... oh yes... oh God ... Michael ... do it ... harder... oh God... oh oh oh, harder Michael, fuck me harder, fuck me, take me, so hard, feels so good, oh Michael, oh God, fuck me, fuck me, fuck, me, do it, now, yesyesyesyes.”
Their eyes were full of passion as blue ones met hazel, their breathing harsh, their minds totally focused on each other. Michael’s eye blazed with fire in response to their violent coupling and Sarah’s nasty litany. Sarah let loose a keening wail, eclipsing all words, as all the muscle in her belly spasmed then released in an explosive orgasm. She screamed Michael’s name and he increased the fury of his thrusts, never slowing them or the movement of his fingers over her clit. He pounded into her scorching hot ass and let loose a feral growl as his own climax overtook him. “Fuck Sarah, so fucking tight. Oh God, so fucking hot and tight.”
Leaning forward, Michael hooked his arms under Sarah’s and pulled her up so he could bite her breast. As his teeth bit down on the tender skin, Michael came, his seed erupting in her scorching hot bottom. The bite made Sarah scream and climax again. The white hot pain spiraled through her, mixing with pleasure to become one and the same. Her body shook with the intensity of her climax, milking Michael for everything he had. The force of their multiple releases left them both dazed and weak.
Michael kissed her hard, then whispered sweet words against her skin. He kissed her breasts, nipples, neck, cheeks, and mouth, murmuring how much he loved her. Sarah’s eyes opened dreamily and her head lolled back, her muscles refusing to support her. Her body was completely spent. Michael picked her up, then gently lowered her to the floor. He crawled beside her, pulling her close and cradling her head with his
shoulder.
“That was incredible. I think you wore me out. Such a nasty, evil man you are Michael, making me do wicked things.” Her smile was one of complete bliss as her eyes slid closed again.
“Time to rest, kitten. I believe you've learned your lessons young lady.” Michael stroked her hair and kissed her temple until her breathing was steady and deep. “At least for today.”
“For today?” One eye opened and Sarah looked at him quizzically.
“Heard that did you?” Michael gave her a cocky grin full of challenge. Would she be up for more games in the future? He sincerely hoped so.
“Don’t worry. I won’t be getting rid of that outfit any time soon.”
Michael leaned up on his elbow, eyebrows arched, tongue curling behind his teeth. “We can play that again?”
“Wouldn’t want me straying and returning to my naughty ways now would you?”
“Oh no pet, we can’t allow that to happen. Can’t allow that at all.” His fingers found her nipple and gave it a pinch.
She smiled and shook her head. “Michael, I need to rest. A certain evil Headmaster really gave it to me good. Perhaps after a nap and a hot bath...”
Michael kissed her fiercely then settled her back into the crook of his arm, holding her tight. “Whatever you say, kitten. You know I'm game. Love you Sarah."
"Always Michael, always."
Dining In
Mia struggled as she came through the back door balancing three full bags of groceries. She dropped her keys as one of the bags threatened to spill, tightening her arm around it, as she tried to swing the door shut. She growled in frustration, as the bags began to slip, then kicked the door closed behind her instead. She reached the table just as the paper sack clutched in her fingers ripped, sending oranges rolling across the floor. She dumped the rest of the bags on the table with a curse and a grimace, then gathered up the wayward fruit and quickly put the food away, finally spying the note resting on the kitchen counter. Her expression turned from a scowl to one of delight as she read Ethan’s instructions.
Kitten,
Follow the trail of roses and read each message along the way. I have some surprises in store for you tonight, but you must obey my instructions. Now be my good girl, and go do as you’re told.
xoxo,
Ethan
Mia grinned as her stomach muscles fluttered. Now what did he have planned? Well she was never one to refuse Ethan when he came up with one of his wickedly romantic ideas. They usually involved a lot of delightful playtime and mind blowing sex. “I’m game Ethan. Let’s see what you’ve been up to and what you have in mind.”
She slowly went up the stairs, pausing to pick up and smell each rose along the way, feeling a familiar tingle begin in her core at just the thought of her lover. She lightly ran one flower down her neck the over her breasts, pausing to stroke her nipples, before trailing it down to her stomach. She knew the night would hold many pleasures. Arousal at this point in the game was bound to lead to frustration, but she couldn’t help it. Ethan was a master when it came to erotic play.
“I’d better keep it together. There’s no telling how long before he gets home.” She stopped at the top of the stairs spying another rose and a note lying on the small hall table.
Mia,
Take this rose and the others to our room, there’s a vase by the bed. Go and do it now before reading anymore...
That’s my girl. Now remove every stitch and pin up your hair. I want it up high, curls trailing down your neck. I plan to nibble every inch of you...
Are you naked, pet? You better be. Caress your lovely tits and slip a finger inside that wonderfully sweet cunny of yours for a moment. Are you thinking of me? I’ve no doubt you’re already wet. Patience sweetheart, good things come to good girls. Now go into the bathroom and do as you’re told.
Mia had done as instructed and silently padded on bare feet to the bathroom. The counter top was full of all sorts of new items. Candles, bottles, a tin of something, a tiny feather duster, two fancy chocolates on a plate, and a chilling bottle of champagne, the ice hardly melted.
“You’ve been here recently, haven’t you? Perhaps you’re watching me right now.” Mia glanced over her shoulder and smiled at the thought, another tingle shooting through her. There were two notes on the counter. She picked up the one that said “Read me first.”
My Sweet Girl,
You are to eat the chocolates and prepare a glass of champagne to drink during your bath. Light all the candles and turn off the lights. Fill the tub and add the wild clove bath gel. Relax and inhale the spicy scent as the warm water and bubbles lap at your breasts and nipples. Lather up the sponge and feel the warmth of the cloves spread over your body. Your skin will tingle like it does under my touch. As you wash yourself, I want you to close your eyes and whisper my name.
Slide your hands over your tits and spread your pretty thighs for me kitten, feel the silky smoothness of the gel as you touch the body that belongs to only me. Say “These are Ethan’s breasts, this is Ethan’s cunny, my luscious bottom belongs to Ethan alone.”
Feel my possession as you touch every part of yourself Mia, because you are mine. When you are done close your eyes, inhale the wonderful mixtures of scents around you, and think of all the nasty things I am going to do to you. Leave yourself a short while to prepare your body for me after your bath. I will be home at 7:00.
Kisses,
Ethan
Mia did everything Ethan requested, luxuriating in the rich bubble bath. It warmed her skin as she washed herself, leaving her satiny smooth and tingling with a warmth inside and out. Speaking his name out loud turned out to be an incredible turn on, and she had to resist the urge to let her fingers linger between her now swollen cunny lips as she washed herself. “I do belong to you Ethan. All of me does. I’m going to be ready to jump you the minute you get home, but I don’t think that will be allowed. You always make me be patient.” After her bath, Mia picked up the second note lying on the counter.
My Mia,
Are you warm and silky smooth pet? I can’t wait to touch you, to make love to you. I have a very sensual evening planned for my girl tonight. You will cum for me pet, over and over, make yourself ready. You are to rub the ripe raspberry massage cream all over your body then paint your nipples with the Cherry Almond Love Oil. Do it now then come back to read this...
Are your nipples hard pet? Did the paintbrush feel good as it stroked your little buds? Tilt your breasts up and blow on the tips. Feel that... the oil heats up when you breathe upon it. I’m going to cover every inch of you with this oil tonight luv, then drive you wild blowing soft kisses upon your skin.
Now brush the Honey Dust on your entire body with that little feather duster. Does it tickle? It’s edible, pet, and I plan on indulging my taste for sweet things. I shall lick it off nice and slow. I want it everywhere, your neck and your adorable bottom, the insides of your thighs, between your fingers and toes, even your earlobes and the bottoms of your feet. Feel how soft your skin is. Your body is ready for me now pet. Are you? Are you wet? If I were there would I smell your arousal? Would I want to curl my tongue between your soft pussy lips and let your ambrosia flow into my mouth? So many things to taste and savor will be mine tonight.
Now go back into the bedroom and put on the new dress in your closet and your shiny black fuck-me shoes - you know the ones that make me drool. No bra or panties tonight, just the simple silk of the dress next to your skin. I have great plans for you, pet and I want all of you accessible. We’re dining in. Light the candles downstairs and wait for me in the living room.
Be wet for me,
Ethan
Mia finished the note and sighed. What a wicked, wicked man he was. God she was hot. She went to the bedroom and slipped the dress over her head, luxuriating in the feel of the whisper soft material caressing her skin. The dress was a mere slip of a thing in a shimmering forest green silk that brought out the deep hue of her eyes. It ended ju
st above mid-thigh, baring her lean tanned legs. She rose on her toes and did a small pirouette in front of the mirror, feeling sexy and oh so turned on. She felt so incredibly decadent. Prepared like a concubine in a harem for her sultan. She glanced at the clock. Only fifteen minutes until Ethan came home.
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