by S. R. Jones
“Put me down,” she shrieks.
I laugh. “Not a chance.”
“But I’m all sweaty,” she complains.
“I like you all sweaty,” I answer.
She giggles and puts her head in the crook of my neck, wrapping her arms around me. “You’re terrible.”
“You’re the one that’s always tempting me.”
She laughs into my neck. “I tempt you all the time, when I’m not doing anything to cause it. Like the other day when I bent over to take the dinner out of the oven.”
Oh, yeah. We’d had burnt offerings that night. “Maybe I should punish you for it. Always walking about the house tempting me left, right, centre.” I’m joking, but she doesn’t say anything, and her breathing increases.
I remember something then, a long-ago confession she whispered to me, back when we were new. A secret fantasy about being spanked. My steps quicken as my blood heats, and when we reach the bedroom, I throw her on the bed. She looks up at me with those big blues and I want to eat her up like the big bad wolf.
“You’ve been a naughty girl.” I shake my head. “And I’m going to have to punish you.”
“How are you going to punish me?” she asks, all fake innocence, and I smile at her bad acting.
“I’m going to have to spank you.” She gives a little squeak, but a wash of colour spreads up her chest and neck, telling me she likes the idea a lot.
“Undress,” I order her.
She does as I tell her, standing by the bed to take her clothes off. I keep mine on, wanting the contrast to highlight my dominance over her, at least within this game we’re playing. I sit on the edge of the bed. “Come here.” I crook my finger at her.
She walks over to me, biting her damn lip, and it gets my blood up every time she does it.
I pull her swiftly down over my knee and she gasps in surprise. Once she’s over my knee I bring my hand down on her bare backside. Hard enough for a slap to echo out, and for it to sting, but not too hard.
“Ow!” She reaches her hand behind her to rub at her flesh, but I catch it in my free hand and hold her wrist.
“No, no, no. No touching. No soothing. I’ll be the one to soothe you, when I say so.”
I smooth my hand over her luscious behind, and then give her another slap. She makes another ow sound and I tsk at her. “Keep that up and I’ll make you count. Give you something to do with your mouth.”
“You wouldn’t?” She sounds genuinely scandalised. It makes me laugh. I decide to make her do it.
“Okay. I’m going to give you ten and you’re going to count them down.” I slap her again and she flinches but says nothing. I sigh. “Each time you don’t count, the spank doesn’t count. Unless you want this to go on all night, you better start counting.”
She turns to look at me and I see a flash of defiance in her eyes and wonder if she’ll refuse. But she doesn’t, the next time my palm connects with her flesh she starts to count.
By the time I am halfway through, both her cheeks are a nice shade of pink, and she’s squirming about on my knee. “This will teach you to be a bad girl. Tempting me at every turn.” It’s a cheesy line, but we’re only playing here, and it’s her fantasy. I want to make it good, and fun for her. Nothing too serious or heavy, but a way for her to let this side out.
“It hurts.” She moans the words, but there’s no real heat behind her complaint.
“I’ll rub some cream on if you take the rest like a good girl,” I tell her. And it feels good, this bit of role play. I’ve shied away from stuff like this with her because I used to do shit like this for money. Me and her have had a pretty vanilla sex life so far, but it’s been way hotter than any of the wildest things I did with my clients. My concerns that I’d get bored by being all vanilla were needless. I find a blow job from Isla hotter than the freakiest shit with any of the party girls in my past.
She keeps moving around on my knee and when she looks at me her cheeks are flushed and her eyes are bright. I know she’s turned on.
“Go to the bathroom and fetch your body lotion,” I order her.
She gives me a glare but does as I ask. When she comes back to me and hands me the lotion silently, I hold two fingers up and twirl them around in the air, indicating I want her to turn around. She does so, and my cock twitches. I love this--her naked, me clothed. Her doing exactly what I tell her to.
I squeeze some of the cool lotion out onto my hands and rub it into her warm flesh. She gives a little gasp and goes up slightly onto her toes when I first touch her. But soon I am smoothing it in and rubbing and massaging her butt cheeks. She turns to look at me and I can see what she wants. What she needs, and I need it, too.
Not bothering to undress, I crook my finger at her. She comes to me, until she’s right up against me.
“Take me out,” I order her.
Biting her lip, she unzips me and takes my hard cock out.
“Get on your knees and suck me.”
She does as I say and I take hold of her hair, wrapping those locks around my fist and giving a firm tug. Her hot, wet mouth covers me, and it’s heaven. I groan and close my eyes. It’s perfect, she’s perfect.
It doesn’t take long before I feel I’m going to come so I pull her off me and pick her up in my arms. I position her over me, her legs straddling mine, and lower her down.
As I push in, we stare at one another. Her eyes are wide and her breath comes in little hitches as I fill her. Once I’m seated fully inside, I give her the control. I lean back and let my hands rest loosely on her hips.
She starts working herself on me, rising up and down, and I admire her body. Not only how good it looks, but how strong it is. How strong she is. She might be small, but she’s fit and toned now, and she fought to be those things. She’s my warrior, and I admire her more than anyone else in this world.
Not able to cope with the distance in our position, I move toward her and wrap my arms around her, holding her tight. Our mouths find one another, and soon we’re kissing hard, our lips and tongues mirroring our fucking.
She’s grinding herself against me, rubbing her mound and getting the friction she needs, and I can tell when she’s going to come from all the little familiar signs. The way her breathing doesn’t only speed up but becomes erratic and hitches every now and again. The way her eyes start to close and then open only to flutter shut again. I love this moment, when she’s unguarded and free.
She falls over the edge and wraps her arms around me tight as she buries her face in the crook of my neck and I lose it too.
Once we come down, I pull her under the covers and quickly shuck my own clothes off until I can snuggle with her and hold her tight.
“Do you have any plans tomorrow?” I ask her casually.
“No? Why?”
I smile into her hair. “Fancy getting a new family member?”
She turns to look at me. “What do you mean?”
“There’s a German Shepherd pup, failed military training, but one of my friends trained him, and he says he’ll make a perfect pet and guard dog. He freaks at loud bangs though and runs away – no good as a sniffer dog.”
“Oh wow! A puppy.” Her eyes shine.
“Yep. What do you think?”
“I think, yes.” She peppers my face with kisses.
She’s my family now, her and our dogs, the only family I need.
My own piece of perfection right here in my arms.
Thank you so much for reading.
Book two in the Strength and Love world will be out in December.
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