by Maggie Ryan
“Twelve. Than-thank you, sir.”
“You’re welcome,” I said, not having missed the fact that even while being punished, her sex never once stopped leaking its cream… like it was doing its own weeping. Planting my hands on either side of her hips, I pushed into her, my entry easy with her copious wetness, allowing me to bury my entire length to the hilt in one thrust. I withdrew completely, then pushed deep again. Pulling out, I moved up her body, sitting on the breasts I’d punished.
Her eyes were wide, the look in them one of complete submission.
“What do you see?” I asked, my cock almost touching her chin.
“Your cock, sir.”
“What is it coated with?” I asked, my entire shaft coated with my wife’s essence.
“My… my cream.”
“No, Hannah. My cock is coated with the tears that your cunt wept during its spanking. Tell me, are these tears of pain? Tears caused by my palm harming you?”
Her blonde head shook; her blue eyes shone. “No, sir. They are tears of gratitude. Tears of thanks for proving that I am yours, that my pussy belongs to you and you alone.”
That was exactly what I’d hoped to hear. Nodding, I bent to kiss her lips, not hard, but soft before sitting back again. “Who does your mouth belong to?”
“You, sir.”
“Who is the only person allowed to kiss it, to bite those swollen lips? Who is permitted to thrust inside with tongue or cock?”
“Only you, sir.”
“That’s right. Open.”
She opened her mouth and I guided my cock between those perfect, plump lips.
“Suck off your tears and know that you are mine.”
Her lips closed around my shaft and her tongue obeyed the command. Her cheeks hollowed with each suckle. I pushed further, nudging against the back of her throat. She gagged but didn’t open her lips. They tightened instead and her tongue flicked and licked. I pulled back enough to allow her to drag a deep breath in through her nose.
“Every inch,” I instructed and drove deep, forcing my cockhead into her throat until her lips met the root of my shaft. It felt heavenly. “I own this mouth. I own this throat.” Watching her closely, I saw the moment she began to panic. “I own your very breath.” I held for another few seconds, and then pulled free. She gasped, her chest struggling beneath my ass to rise as she drew in oxygen to replace what had been deprived when I’d deep-throated her.
“Tha-thank you, sir,” she said once she’d regained her breath.
“You’re welcome,” I said, giving her another kiss before once again moving down her body. My cock complained about being kept from the release it so craved, but I had no plans to come in her cunt or her mouth. She’d asked to be claimed, for me to take every single inch of her, and I was going to honor that request.
There was a definite wet spot beneath her pussy that made me smile. Her body might tremble, she might gag, but she was loving every slap, swat, bite, kiss, and suckle. She whimpered as I ran my fingers up and down her sex, lifting her hips when I refused to touch her clit.
“Get that ass down,” I said, my fingers stilling. “I want you to feel every welt you earned. Grind it against the mattress.”
She whimpered but lowered her hips and shifted her bottom from side to side.
“Do you feel them, Hannah?”
“Ye-yes, sir.”
“Do you know why your ass bears those marks?” When she stopped moving, I took her hips in my hands, pressed her down and then moved her body, scraping her ass along the sheets.
“Oh… God… be… because I was naughty, sir.”
Releasing her hips, I slid my hands beneath her, easily finding a welt and scraping my nails across the bump. She groaned but didn’t attempt to move away. “Yes, but give me another reason. Tell me why I’ve branded your ass with my belt.”
“Because my ass belongs to you, sir. Only to you.”
“That’s right. I’m the only person who can make your buttocks jiggle and bounce with every swat of my hand. I’m the only person who can watch it depress, turn white and then red with a paddle or your hairbrush. I’m the only one who can watch it clench in anticipation of knowing that I’m the man who will light it on fire with my belt and watch every single welt rise and swell from each kiss of leather.”
She was breathing hard, her arms shaking with the effort it took to keep her hands where they’d been instructed. Still clutching and squeezing her bottom that I knew still burned and throbbed, I bent forward to speak a fraction of an inch away from lips that were trembling.
“And, Hannah, I am the only man who will bury my cock in your ass and fill it with my cum.”
Her eyes widened, her breath hitched, but she nodded. “Yes, sir.”
Pulling my hands free, I moved off of her. “Turn over. Hands and knees. Chest and face down and that well-striped ass up. Legs wide and reach back and spread your hot cheeks apart. Show me where I’m going to claim you.”
As she obeyed, I reached into my nightstand drawer and removed the bottle of lubricant. Settling back, my ass on my heels, I slowly applied the emollient to every inch of my cock, squeezing the base to remind it that I was not ready to release despite my need.
“Wider, Hannah. I want to see every wrinkle of your pucker.”
After she pulled herself open further, I poured some of the lubricant down her cleft, watching it glide down to her anus. Her pucker was pink and quivered when the fluid hit it, the wrinkled skin turning a darker hue. I began to rub the lube around the rim, loving every shudder and soft mew. I’d waited a year for this moment. I’d been preparing her for a week, but knew it would still be an effort for her to accept my cock. I was far larger than the egg I’d pushed into her or the fingers I’d inserted. It would be an effort, but she’d take every single inch.
Sliding a finger into her, I rotated it, watching her pussy leak its own lubricant onto the sheet. I added another finger, and she gasped as I began to scissor them, stretching her resisting muscle. Applying a bit more lube, I made sure she was as prepared as possible, slick both inside and out. Flipping the top closed, I set the bottle on the mattress and moved up between her splayed legs. Fisting my cock at the base, I guided it to her entrance.
“Ask me for it, Hannah.”
“Please, sir.”
She squealed when I reached out and slapped two fingers into her cleft. “No, ask me properly. Tell me what you want, what you need.”
“Please, sir. Please show me that you own all of me. Please… fuck my ass.”
Pressing forward, I introduced my cock to her ass for the first time. I watched the skin of her anus stretch, the wrinkles smoothing, the flesh stretching to accept my cockhead. She cried out, my girth far more than she’d ever taken before. I stilled a moment, gritting my teeth as I waited for the muscles to surrender, to accept that they would be defeated. Once I felt the merest hint of relaxation, I pushed again, forcing the inner muscles to give. Her hands dropped, fingers clutching at the sheets.
“Who owns your ass?”
“You do, sir. God… it… it burns!”
“Let that burn remind you that every single inch of you belongs to me.” I wanted so badly to plunge inside but I forced myself to go slow. She whimpered, she gasped, she cried out with every inch, but her ass swallowed my entire shaft. My balls slapped against her flesh as I paused again once I was buried to the hilt.
Holding onto her hips, I bent forward, the heat of her punished ass against my abdomen as I kissed her shoulder. Moving to speak against her ear, I said, “Good girl. Now I’m going to fuck you and fuck you hard. I’m going to keep fucking you until you come. I want to feel your ass clamping around my cock. I want to feel it hugging my flesh, thanking me for reminding you that I own even this darkest, most intimate part of you.”
It was glorious to see her flush, watch her eyes close but not before I saw the look of complete surrender, the submission so beautifully reflected. I moved back and began. Starting sl
owly, I withdrew, the tightness of her virgin ass gripping my cock as if reluctant to let me go. I didn’t pull out completely, sliding back in. Back and forth, in and out, I repeated the moves until she loosened just a bit. Her legs trembled, perspiration shone on her skin, but when I reached beneath her to flick a nipple, I found it rock hard. When I twisted it, I felt her channel convulse, tightening around me.
“Where is my cock, Hannah?”
“In-in my ass, sir.”
“And what is it going to do?”
“Fuc-fuck me hard.”
“That’s right. And if you don’t come like I’ve commanded, I’m going to spank your naughty cunt again. Understand?”
“God… yes… yes, sir.”
Giving her other nipple its own tweak, I gripped her hips again and no longer held back. I thrust balls deep and began to piston my hips. My balls slapped against her pussy with each stroke, quickly becoming covered with her arousal. It wasn’t the slow, easy lovemaking of this morning. This was primal. It was a man claiming a woman—the act imprinting on both of us that we were no longer two separate people. We were connected body and soul into one.
Not wanting to punish, but to drive her arousal higher, I slapped her ass as I plunged in again. Moving from cheek to cheek, refreshing the color that I’d painted on her cheeks earlier.
She arched, pushing her ass up higher, crying out with every stroke of hand and cock until she was begging.
“I-I need to come… God, I-I’m going to come!”
I fucked her harder, faster. Ready to explode, I dropped a hand to her sex, my fingers instantly soaked as fluid practically poured from her. Her clit was slippery, swollen, and so fucking engorged that I was able to easily hold it between my thumb and finger.
“Come!” I commanded, closing my fingers, pinching her clit and she screamed. Her ass muscles contracted so hard that I couldn’t move. Convulsions moved along my shaft as I erupted so explosively that it was painful. My roar filled the room as I filled her ass with cum. She continued to come, her entire body shaking until I had to reach around her waist to support her as I finished emptying into her.
I was breathing as if I’d run a marathon, my heart pounding so hard I could swear it was going to stop, and yet I’d never felt anything so blissful, so damn all-consuming before in my life. As I began to retreat, I could hear her mumbling the same word over and over again.
“God… God… God…”
“No, just the man who loves you with every cell of his being,” I said, my cock slipping out as I rolled to my back, pulling my wife along with me.
She collapsed against me, her breathing as hard as mine, her skin coated with sweat. Her hands slipped under me, hugging me close. Her ear was pressed over my heart, her legs twining with mine.
It was several minutes before either one of us could speak without gasping. She lifted her head, her cheeks wet with the tears that were falling from luminous blue eyes.
“Thank you. Thank you for loving me. For being the man I need so very much but don’t deserve.”
She yipped as I slapped her ass. “You deserve so much more, Hannah, but thank you for accepting me.”
I pulled her up my body, cupping her face between my palms as I kissed her long and hard until, once again, we both had to gasp for breath. “Thank you for being mine.”
“Every inch,” she said, dropping to give me a gentle kiss.
“We should shower,” I said without an ounce of enthusiasm.
“Later,” she murmured, her eyes closing.
Smiling, I adjusted her until she was spooned against me. I’d experienced terror at the thought of something happening to her and then joy beyond measure as we celebrated the blessing of no real harm coming to her and our commitment to each other. Closing my eyes, my hand gently cupping her breast, my leg thrown over hers, I said a prayer of gratitude, knowing that tomorrows were never promised and vowing to make sure that every day, every moment that we were granted on this Earth, my wife, my babygirl, would know just how much she meant to me.
Chapter Thirteen
Hannah
Brett’s groan came only a second after the alarm began to blare. “For God’s sake! Shut it off!”
I slapped for the button, finally hitting it, silencing the noise. Forcing my eyes open, I successfully bit back a moan as I slipped out from under Brett’s arm. However, once I sat up, the sound slipped past my lips. It felt as if I’d been ridden hard and put up wet. That had me giggling as it was exactly what had happened. Not about to scoot to the edge of the bed because my ass was warning me it would revolt and revolt big if I did, I moved to my hands and knees, crawling across the expanse of mattress.
“Babe, I know you enjoyed that position last night, but couldn’t we wait until the sun comes up before having another go?”
How I could still blush after last night, I had no idea, but I did. Continuing my journey, I crawled off the bed. “What’s the matter? Did this poor little recruit wear out the big, bad major? Come on, it’s five thirty. It’s time to get up, so get a move on, Commander.”
“The only soldier who is going to move is you as you get back here. We didn’t go to sleep until after four and big bad major or not, I need more than an hour and a half of sleep. Besides, I assure you, all that hand-to-butt contact last night counts as exercise.”
“Are you sure? I don’t want to wimp out.”
“I’m sure. Now get your ass back here.”
Jumping back onto the bed, I moved much faster to snuggle against him again. “See how well your little recruit obeys?”
“Remind me to give you a prize later. Now, go back to sleep.”
I did and the next time I opened my eyes, Brett was no longer in bed, and I could smell coffee. Abandoning the bed, I turned and stripped off the sheets. We’d both crowded onto his side of the bed all night because of the huge wet spot in the center. I’d managed to ignore it last night, not even very embarrassed that I had been the cause, but in the light of day, I wasn’t about to sleep on those sheets again until they’d been washed.
After dropping the bundle by the door, I took a shower. The hot water went a long way to relieve muscles that I really hadn’t known were tight until I remembered how I’d had to strain to keep my hands on the rail, spread my legs wider than ever before, and how hard my husband had fucked me. Fucked my ass. Dripping wet, I turned to look at that very ass in the mirror. I’d thought that he’d spanked me hard last week and had been surprised to find not a blemish had remained on my skin the next morning. That wasn’t quite the case today. Though my butt was no longer red, there were two spots that were discolored. Pressing my fingertips into them, I smiled. Yes, it had hurt like hell when that belt had licked against my ass, but seeing the marks, feeling the tenderness, all I could think about was how damn grateful I was to see evidence that I belonged to Brett.
Drying my hair and dressing, I added the clothes from the hamper to the sheets and carried the load to the utility room before going into the kitchen.
“Good morning, lazybones.”
“Someone seems to forget that I was not only awake but anxious to get moving hours ago,” I huffed.
Brett cocked his eyebrow. “For someone who was so anxious, you sure got back into bed a hell of a lot faster than you got out of it.”
I laughed and went into his arms for a hug and a kiss. “Something smells fabulous,” I said, sniffing the air.
“I made breakfast. Sit and I’ll serve you. Consider it your prize.”
Seeing the pillow that had appeared on my chair, I gave him another hug. “Well, I was actually hoping for a promotion in rank, but the pillow and breakfast is even better.”
He handed me a mug of coffee after I sat down. Breakfast consisted of crisp bacon, fluffy scrambled eggs, and thick slices of bread that he’d turned into French toast. I topped mine with sliced strawberries and then covered the entire stack with syrup.
“Oh, my God, this is almost as good as sex,” I said after s
wallowing the first bite.
He chuckled and after eating a few bites, paused to take a drink of juice. “I meant to ask you something yesterday.”
“What?”
“Why did you call Stephanie—”
“I wanted to tell her that I was coming,” I said, the memory of how exactly that had turned out dampening my enthusiasm for the food remaining on my plate.
“No, babe, I didn’t mean that. I meant, why did you refer to her as Coach?”
“Oh.” Stalling, I shoveled another huge bite into my mouth. I’d wanted to surprise him, but also didn’t ever want him to wonder if I was keeping anything from him. Swallowing, I took a sip of coffee and then looked at him.
“You know how you have me exercising and running?” At his nod, I continued. “Well, when I took the t-shirts to Stephanie and apologized for being such a bi… not nice about her efforts, she asked if I was going to run in the 5K. I honestly had never considered ever doing so, but she said it would be great if I joined the team, and when I told her that you were already having me run, she said I’d be ready.”
“You are,” he said with a smile. “You’ll do great and it will be fun.”
Nodding, I bit off a bite of bacon and then continued. “I think so, too. But, then we started talking, and she told me about this other run. Well, it’s not just a run, it’s a run and obstacle competition. Gary’s done them before, but this will be her first time. I wanted to surprise you and enter both of us, but wasn’t sure if I could really do it.” I laughed and shook my head. “I’m still not sure, but she’s been coaching me every day.”
“What competition? Like a triathlon?”
“Oh, no. It’s a Mudder Run.”
He sat back in his chair, and though his grin grew huge, he was shaking his head.
