by Sara Fields
I came so many times that tears threatened to fall.
Then I came again. And again.
And the tears did begin to fall. He reached forward and lifted me up so that my back pressed against his chest. His fingers curled around my throat, squeezing tight and limiting the amount of air that I could pull into my lungs. His cock continued to use my little pussy hard. My body was a mass of pleasurable sensation.
He knocked my hand out of the way and took ownership of my clit himself. He pressed harder and more mercilessly than I had done and with him taking completely control over me, I could feel another orgasm rising to meet his demand.
“You’re going to come one more time for me. You’re going to come so hard that it hurts,” he said firmly, and my body shook with need. I sobbed as he held me, so dangerously lost in pleasure and agony that I feared I’d never escape.
“Please, sir,” I begged. I didn’t know if I was begging to come. I didn’t know if I wanted it to stop. The only thing I did know was that it was no longer my choice.
His fingers skillfully danced over top of my clit and I wailed as my orgasm brewed stronger. I could tell that I was going to come hard. Tears were rolling down my cheeks and I shook my head from side to side. His grip tightened on my throat and I whimpered, his powerful touch a firm reminder of both his strength and control over me.
His pelvis slapped against my backside, reminding me of the moment he’d taken me naked, over his knee, and spanked my bare bottom like a naughty little girl.
My pussy clenched at the thought. All around his cock.
He pumped into me hard and fast as his fingers teased my clit. Each moment that passed drove me closer and closer to orgasm. The more my orgasm grew, the more I began to fear the moment it would crash over me.
I had a feeling that with that final orgasm, I was going to finally understand how it felt to be truly punished for the very first time in my life. I was going to understand what it meant to be punished with his cock.
My clit was sore. My pussy was sore. Every muscle in my body hurt and I was going to come again because he demanded it.
I began to shake, and I knew I was so very close.
“Come now, little girl. Come now or else I’ll mark your little bottom with my belt,” he growled into my ear.
I broke. My orgasm crashed over me with such fervor that I screamed. Pain and pleasure ripped into me with such intensity that I forgot to breathe entirely. Every muscle in my body trembled as I lost control, and nothing could stop it. I screamed. I cried. I wailed.
Tears rolled down my cheeks. I sobbed as my orgasm shattered me so utterly and completely that I wondered if I would ever come back together in one piece again.
He pumped his cock into me, and I felt it throb hard. His seed spurted up deep inside my pussy and my orgasm intensified as it rolled into a second. I no longer knew where one orgasm started and another began. The only thing I knew was pleasure. And pain. So much pain.
Every inch of my body crackled with sensation.
He growled as he fucked me, his seed marking my pussy with every last scalding spurt. My orgasm lasted on and on as he came inside me and I was grateful for the support his arms provided me as I fell apart.
I couldn’t stop the exquisite ecstasy that rendered me senseless and I didn’t even try. Right now, I was his to control and that meant that I had to come for him.
My eyes rolled back in my head as white-hot pleasure took a hold of me. I was drowning in pain and pleasure. I didn’t know if I would ever make it back to the surface, but it didn’t matter.
Agony. Desire. The two were one and the same.
The seconds dragged on. My screams turned into whimpers and when I felt like I couldn’t take another second of it, my orgasm finally began to fade.
My tears continued to fall as Dominic released my throat and curled his arms around me tight. He lay down and pulled me to him, his cock still pressed deep inside my pussy. He made no effort to pull free from me. He just held me.
I just tried to breathe. Occasional whimpers still escaped my throat and his palm rose to gently pet the hair atop my head.
“Such a good little girl. You took your punishment so well,” he whispered, and my heart pulsed heavy in my chest. His kind words felt like an incredible reward and I found myself smiling as a result of them.
I closed my eyes and pressed my head back against his shoulder. I could hear his heart beating and the sound was soothing.
None of this should have happened. I shouldn’t have come here. I shouldn’t have ended up in his bed.
“You’re going to stay the night. In the morning, we’ll talk about what is going to happen next, little girl,” he said softly.
I should have fought and protested but I didn’t. I was exhausted. My entire body hurt from my spanked bottom to my well fucked little pussy.
“Yes, sir,” I whispered.
I’d figure out what my next move was in the morning.
Chapter Three
Dominic
I hadn’t planned on stripping her. I definitely hadn’t planned on spanking her naughty backside or her soaking wet little pussy until they matched those pretty red-bottomed heels on her feet. I most certainly hadn’t planned on fucking her but the moment she’d walked into my penthouse wagging her spoiled hips back and forth, I’d decided that she was mine.
With eyes far more intelligent than the words coming out of her mouth, she’d sat in my office and pleaded with me to ensure that her allowance kept flowing. She’d acted the part of a spoiled little brat and I had decided to take her in hand like one. Naked. Red-bottomed and sobbing over my desk.
But that hadn’t been enough for me. I hadn’t been able to stop myself at just a spanking. I’d needed to take her over my knee so I could hold her against me and feel her beautiful naked body squirming to avoid my punishing hand on top of my cock. I’d seen the evidence of her arousal every time she kicked her legs, so I’d made her show it to me. I’d made her spread her thighs for me so I could see it all.
I’d punished that little pussy next. I spanked it bright red, so it matched her bare bottom. I spanked her until she was sobbing over my knee. My cock had never been so hard and by her reactions, she’d never been that wet before either.
Being punished made her wet.
I’d made her crawl onto my bed. I’d made her display that wet little pussy for me, still bright pink from being spanked. She’d displayed herself for me and earned my cock once and for all.
The feeling of her tight little pussy around my cock was heaven. I could have fucked her all day, but I had needed to finish her lesson. I had needed to teach her that not only could I punish her bare bottom and her pretty little pussy with my palm, but that she could always be punished with my cock too.
I hadn’t yet decided if I would allow her to leave in the morning. I was certain of one thing though. She was mine and that meant that she was going to live by a certain set of rules. If she disobeyed, she’d end up naked and well punished, marked with either my belt or the cane and with my seed dripping down her thighs.
Just thinking about whipping her disobedient little bottom made my cock hard and my balls heavy with arousal.
I took a deep breath and pulled her close to me. Carefully, I pulled my cock from that sweet little pussy so that I didn’t wake her.
I’d used her hard and she’d earned her rest. I doubted anyone had ever made her come so hard or so many times in her life. I’d been able to see her reflection in my bedroom window as she came all over my cock with tears streaming down her cheeks and it had been the hottest thing I’d ever witnessed in my life.
Her hair was a long chocolatey brown that flowed all the way down to the middle of her back. I yearned to thread my fingers into it and tug her head back so I could kiss those beautiful lips until I saw the desire for me to kiss her in places other than just her mouth.
Her eyes were a brilliant emerald green. She had beautifully high cheekbones that were
often complemented by a pink blush that set off her face with such beauty that they held me captive. The more she blushed for me, the more I wanted to make her.
She wasn’t very tall, maybe five foot four, but her body was long, lean, and curvy. Her breasts were full, and her pretty little pink nipples practically begged to be pinched and tortured. Perfect for clothespins the next time she was naughty.
I shuddered, fighting off the desire to wake her and fuck her hard once more. There was nothing more that I wanted right now than to slide my cock back into that tight little pussy and fill it with my seed as she screamed my name into my sheets.
There would be time for that in the morning. If I let her leave, she was still going to get another hard fucking before she left. I hadn’t even touched her little bottom hole yet. I wondered if anyone ever had.
I reached my hand down to touch my cock. I could still feel her wetness on its rigid surface. I groaned softly as I ran my fingers up and down my shaft. She rolled onto her back and I saw her eyes flutter open.
If she was awake, she was going to get fucked.
“Spread your legs,” I whispered softly enough that if she was still sleeping, I wouldn’t wake her.
She spread her legs, her movements slow, tentative, and beautifully obedient.
“Good girl,” I said, this time a little louder. I rolled on top of her and slid my cock back into its rightful place in the sweetest little pussy that I’d ever fucked. She fit around me like a glove and the sound she made as I stretched her sore entrance was like music to my ears.
“Does your little pussy hurt?” I asked her.
“Yes, sir,” she answered, and I could feel her clench around me.
“Such a greedy little girl. Your cum is still wet on your thighs and still, that needy little pussy is begging me for more,” I murmured, and she cried out with her shame.
“Please, sir,” she begged, and I smirked as I pumped my hips in and out of her too slowly for her to be able to come. I wouldn’t make her ask for permission this time. I’d just let her orgasm.
“The only thing I’m going to allow you to wear tomorrow is my seed marking those pretty thighs,” I added, and she shivered beneath me, the tight sheath of her pussy fluttering with arousal around my cock.
She liked it when I controlled her. She liked it a lot.
I slid one hand beneath her head and grasped her hair, wrenching her face to the side as I slammed my cock in and out of her pussy. I fucked her hard and fast knowing that she was sore. I wanted her to feel my cock every time she took a step tomorrow. I wanted to remind her that her body was now mine for the taking and that I would leave her as sore and spent as I wanted, whenever I wanted.
She moaned and I captured one of those pretty pink nipples with my lips. Using my teeth, I scraped the tip and she clenched around me, so I bit down gently. When she clenched even more, I bit harder. I punished that little nipple with my mouth, and I felt her fall apart all over my cock.
She cried out in pain, but I could feel just how wet she was. I probably knew her beautiful body better than she knew it herself. I jerked my hips, grinding my pelvis against her sore little clit over and over until she started to lose control.
Her moans quickened. They sounded more desperate, more guttural. She was going to come for me, and my cock throbbed hotly inside her at the thought.
Her mouth opened wide and she squeezed her eyes shut. I fucked her harder and I felt her pussy quiver around my cock. My own balls pumped heavy with my seed and I used her little body roughly until I was close to orgasm too.
I held it back though. She was going to come for me three times before I marked her thighs with my seed once again.
I sucked her nipple firmly and captured the other with my fingertips, pinching and twisting it hard. The moment I released it, she fractured beneath me and screamed with her orgasm.
I only fucked her harder. I played with her nipples and ground my hips into that perfect pussy of hers. She cried and screamed and came for me a second time and I growled with approval. Such a good little girl. The perfect little submissive.
The feeling of her pussy around my cock was glorious. Fucking spectacular. I knew at that moment that I would never get enough of it. I’d fuck her perfect little body until she begged me to stop and then I’d fuck it some more.
Fuck. She was incredible. So goddamn fucking beautiful.
I could feel her body tense around me, and I knew her third orgasm was imminent. I pulled back my restraint and let myself loose, fucking her tight little pussy as hard as I could. My cock throbbed hard and my balls grew even heavier until they started to squeeze tight.
She wailed as her orgasm broke over her and I growled with pleasure as my seed spurted deep within her, marking her as mine once and for all. My cock pulsed hard with every last surge of cum. I watched her pretty face as she came for me, her pleasure washing over her features and making her look every bit of the perfect angel.
Absolutely fucking incredible.
I didn’t stop until her orgasm began to fade. I made sure she experienced every last second of painful ecstasy before I began to slow.
Finally sated for the moment, I pulled my cock from her pussy, released her hair, and pulled her close to my chest.
“Can I clean myself off?” she asked quietly.
“No. You’re to wear my seed on your thighs until I give you permission to wash it off,” I answered sternly, and I watched a blush caress her pretty cheeks.
“Unfair,” she whispered.
“Whiney little girls get their little bottoms spanked,” I warned her.
“Sorry, sir,” she answered, her blush growing redder by the second.
“Close your eyes, little girl, and go back to sleep now. You’ll need your rest,” I said, my voice firm, leaving no room for argument.
“Yes, sir,” she whispered. Obediently, she closed her eyes and within seconds, her breathing had begun to slow.
Good.
She’d sleep very, very well tonight. In my bed. Naked. Covered in my seed.
With a sigh, I realized my cock was once again hard. I had a feeling that I would have to get used to having a constant erection since I was planning on keeping Brooke here all to myself. I wound my arm around her torso and pulled her close, nestling my hard shaft in between her still warm bottom cheeks.
I shut my own eyes and fantasized about having her face down over my lap once more, my palm reddening her disobedient little bottom. There was no doubt in my mind that when I was through with her next time, that her pussy would be just as wet as I’d found it today. I imagined the sound of shock she’d make when I touched her bottom hole for the very first time. The cries of pain and reluctant pleasure she’d make when I fucked her there after that. I dreamed about it all night.
The next morning, I felt her wake up. She tried to move slowly and not rustle the bed, but I was a light sleeper. She wriggled her body just slightly enough to sneak out from under my arm and I feigned sleep as she made her way across the bed. Silently, she pressed her feet to the floor and padded off.
Likely, she just needed to head to the restroom. I listened for the sound of her footsteps, but they headed off in a direction opposite to the master bathroom on the other side of the bedroom. I kept my eyes shut until I was certain that she’d left the room. The door to the restroom remained open, the light off. She definitely hadn’t gone in there.
She wouldn’t be able to leave the penthouse. I had secured the deadbolt, locking her inside the moment she’d walked in my door. I didn’t leave the bed for several long minutes, waiting to see if she returned. When she didn’t, I opened the drawer in my nightstand and pulled out my laptop. I powered it on and opened my surveillance software. I had my entire penthouse wired under constant observation because sometimes my business required me to meet with very dangerous people who did very dangerous things.
I rolled back the footage several minutes to find her leaving my bedroom. I watched her go down the h
all into my office. She was up to something.
She started searching my desk first. She opened drawers, rifled through papers, and investigated every square inch of it looking for a secret compartment. She wouldn’t find anything because I never kept records of the sorts of deals that I was involved in, but her thorough search amused me.
There was much more to Brooke Mikaels than I initially thought. Maybe I’d been wrong about her. Maybe she wasn’t a spoiled little princess in need of a constant red bottom. Maybe she’d fooled me, and she was hiding something else beneath her well-manicured nails and expensive outfits. I’d seen the intelligence in her eyes when she’d sat before me in my study. I’d seen the way she’d sized me up just like any of the businessmen I met with.
Just like her father.
Perhaps she was more like him than I had initially thought, and the spoiled brat attitude was all an act.
I licked my lips.
Naughty girl.
I closed my laptop and put it back into my nightstand. A short while later she returned and made her way into the restroom. I heard the toilet flush. She’d only been gone long enough to search my office. She returned to the bed and snuck underneath the covers. A few minutes later, she yawned loudly and snuggled into my chest.
“I’m hungry,” she whispered. I opened my eyes and met her pretty green ones.
“Would you like some breakfast?” I asked her. I decided to keep my knowledge to myself for now. I’d handle her later after I fed her.
“I’d love some coffee,” she answered with a mischievous grin.
There wasn’t even a hint of what she’d done on her face. Brooke Mikaels was a brilliant little actress that I’d have to figure out how to crack and I had a suspicious feeling that before the end of the day, she was going to figure out what my belt felt like on her bare little bottom until she decided to be honest with me.
“I’d also love some clothes,” she whined. “You ruined mine.”
