by Piper Stone
He ignored her infraction.
Smack! Pop!
This was exquisite pain, pushing her into a sublime moment. She kept her eyes closed, her head lolled, her mouth going slack.
Crack! Pop!
“Good girl.”
Smack! Pop! Crack! Slap!
Boone’s hand was shaking as he rubbed her legs, his fingers roaming up and down. He brushed the tips across her ass to her other leg, the touch light and sensual. Then he slipped his fingers between her legs, fingering her cunt. He dropped the brush and hunkered down.
Panting, she was shaking as he toyed with her pussy, rubbing up and down then swirling the tips of two fingers around her clit. She was so wet, so very much in need.
His touch became demanding, using both hands to open her legs wide. “Keep them open for me.”
“Yes, sir.” Had she even muttered the words?
He continued stroking up and down, dipping a single finger into her pussy, thrusting in and out.
The sound of his probing was delightful, a sucking noise that created goose bumps, beads of perspiration along the top of her lip. She opened her legs as far as they would go but kept them straight, locked, her hands pushing against her knees. This was as open as she’d ever been, completely giving him her entire body.
A single finger became two, plunging in and out and he lowered his head, breathing a swath of hot air across her pussy and stomach. Pressing his lips against the inside of her thighs, he added two additional fingers, pumping hard and fast.
“Oh, God…”
“Mmmm…” Licking and kissing her leg, he used his other hand, sliding his fingers between the crack of her ass. He thrust his index finger inside her dark hole, wiggling as he thrust in orchestrated rhythm into her cunt, flexing his fingers open.
Stasha remained panting, licking her dry lips and tossing her head back and forth. She longed to reach for him, to touch and suck on his cock, but this was his time and she was required to obey.
Licking all the way from her knee down to her groin, he buried his face in her pussy, shoving his tongue deep inside. Using the combination of his tongue and fingers, he licked and sucked while he drove as deep inside as possible. He added two other fingers, driving them into her ass.
“Oh, God. Oh!” Her entire body was trembling, shaking as her desire roared into a heated frenzy. The man was making her crazy and she wouldn’t be able to hold the orgasm back for long.
Harder and faster he plunged as he sucked on her juice, covering his face as he wiggled his head. A single growl erupted from his lips and he pulled back, licking up and down, using his breath to create cries of desire coming from her throat.
“I can’t hold it,” she moaned, her eyes unfocused as she stared down, watching every move, the wild expression on his face.
“You will until I say.” Grunting, he sat back, licking his chops as he continued pumping into her asshole and pussy, back and forth moving one then the other.
She dug her fingers into her knees and continued pushing, the offer blatant.
Exhaling, he sucked on her clit, biting down on the tender flesh. His fingers were moving in an almost desperate state, savage and hard, pushing her body as well as her mind. “When I say, come for me.”
“Yes, sir. Yes… sir.” Completely out of breath, she struggled to swallow, to hold back the raging climax. Please let me come. Please.
Boone continued licking, sucking and thrusting for another full minute before issuing the strong command. “Come!”
Yelping, she let go, floating into the most intense moment of raw ecstasy as the orgasm shifted, rolling down from her toes and straight into her cunt. “Ahh!” The single climax turned into a second then a third, and she could no longer feel her legs.
He sucked, licking up every drop then peppering her ass and legs with a series of wet kisses. When she stopped shaking, he rose to a standing position and eased her legs closed and down. Walking to the side of the bed, he leaned down, licking around her lips before whispering. “I love to eat you raw.”
A slight smile crossed her lips as she opened her eyes. His pupils were dilated, his expression one of primal desire. This was utter passion.
Boone rubbed her neck with the tips of his fingers then drew circles and lines across her chest until he reached her nipples. “Hard. Ready.”
“Yes, sir.” She arched her back slightly, wanting him to suck, to bite down on her hardened buds.
A wry smile crossed his lips and he continued fingering her chest and stomach before bending down, sucking on first one then the other nipple. “Such a bad girl. I’m going to love taming you.”
She could tell he was enjoying being in full control and the moment he pinched both nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, she yelped. “Fuck!”
“I can see we’re going to have to wash your mouth out with soap.” The chuckle dark, he twisted as he planted a single kiss on her mouth.
“Yes, sir. I mean…” She bit her lower lips as pain tore through every cell in her body, but the electric sensations were exquisite, delicious.
Boone stepped away and took both hands, pulling her off the bed.
She staggered, and he caught her, holding her as he rubbed the palms of his hands down her back, gripping her hips. “I love you, Boone Martin.”
The phrase seemed to catch him off guard and he opened his eyes wide before dropping his head. “I love you, Dr. Parker. Now, time to finish your punishment.”
A laugh almost bubbled to the surface, but she swallowed instead. “Yes, sir.”
Dragging two pillows from the top of the bed, he placed them on top of the comforter. “Time for the belt. And do you know why?”
She thought about his question before answering. “Because I need release.”
“We both do.”
For a few seconds, she remained standing as he headed for the dresser. This was the truth. This was a new beginning, a release of everything they knew from the past, from the mind torture they’d shoved themselves into. She smiled as she eased over the pillows, making certain they were in the correct position, her ass in the air. Placing her hands over her head, she buried her face in the soft material. Yes, her ass remained on fire, but she wanted nothing more than to beg him to slice the dense leather across her ass.
Boone issued a series of ragged breaths as he inched closer. “Pain and pleasure. Anguish and ecstasy. They are very important.”
“Yes, sir. I know.” And she did. The very reason she’d allowed a nasty relationship to develop with a man who was little more than a sadist had been for this very reason. This time, she was ready.
He caressed her ass, her legs for several seconds. “Twenty.”
“Yes, sir. Twenty.” Clenching her fists, she held her breath.
Crack!
The single slap was jarring but created another tickle in her pussy.
Slap!
“Oh!” Stasha moaned softly.
Smack! Crack!
Kicking out her legs, she was shocked at the intensity of the pain, yet she was tingling, longing for more.
Pop! Crack!
Boone was methodical, taking his time to strike both ass cheeks. “I love the welts. My welts.”
“Mmm…” Wearing his marks was such an intimate and private secret, a method of reminder that she so adored.
Smack! Pop!
As the spanking continued, she exhaled, her body relaxing. This was so powerful, so freeing in a way she hadn’t expected. Dear God, she loved this man.
“Almost finished,” he whispered and dragged the tip of his nail down her spine to the crack of her ass.
She wanted nothing more than for him to fuck her dark hole, shove his cock deep inside.
Crack! Pop!
“Ooh!” Hearing the sound as he dropped the belt, she kept her eyes clenched and opened her legs as she undulated on the pillow, moving back and forth, creating friction.
Fisting her hair, Boone kneeled on the bed and leaned over. “
I’m going to fuck you in a few minutes. Every hole. Then, you’ll belong to me.”
The words were startling, amazing, mesmerizing. She would belong to him.
Boone studied the belt. The leather was warm in his hands and he rolled the material around his fingers then around his clenched hand. Every cell in his body was electrified, his muscles screaming given the level of tension. He’d never been this way with a woman. He’d never wanted such utter, blatant control to this extreme. Or had he?
He almost stumbled as he moved back from her, admiring the streaks of red, the slight bruising that would no doubt turn a shade of purple, a twinge of yellow. He was marking her. He was claiming his beautiful possession. Was this even real? Dropping the belt on the dresser, he fingered the other pieces, his thoughts drifting to spankings when she needed, hard and solid. Her obedience to his control.
Glaring into the mirror, the diffused light gave his eyes a shimmering appearance, his face a rosy glow. He was a different man than he had been the day before. He was the man he’d always hoped he would be. Strong. Powerful. Taking what he wanted.
And he wanted her, his need bordering desperate.
A smile crossed his lips as he removed his clothes, unable to take his eyes off her resting form. When he advanced, he took both hands, rubbing down from her neck to her back, caressing her arms and hips, fondling her ass and stroking her legs.
Moaning, she spread her legs and arms, offering every inch of her body.
Yanking the pillows from under her, he turned her around and pulled her into a sitting position. The way she looked into his eyes was so telling. She wanted nothing more than to submit, succumb to his every need. And he wanted nothing more than to make her happy, fulfill her dreams.
She cupped his face, her fingers exploring, her mouth pursed. Then she took his hand into hers, planting kisses on his palm, licking all the way down his index finger.
He was shaking, his cock throbbing to the point of extreme discomfort, a wafting level of pain. “Yes.”
After sucking on every finger, she placed his hand on her breast, wrapping hers around his fingers and squeezing. Moaning, she tipped back her head.
He cupped her other breast, rubbing as he used his knees to widen her legs. The feel of her was intense, breathtaking. “Suck me.”
Stasha purred and glanced up at his face as she rubbed her hands on the outside of his legs, squeezing her fingers as she kneaded. She darted out her tongue, licking around his swollen shaft, teasing.
Placing a single hand on the back of her head, he pushed, forcing her mouth against his dick. “Don’t tease me, sweet sunshine or I’ll spank you again.” The sound of his statement was guttural, commanding and she responded instantly.
Sliding her hand between his legs, she cupped his balls, rolling them ever so slowly between her fingers. She sucked on the sac as she fingered the underside of his shaft, running the tips up and down, every move lazy and carefree.
Boone knew he was going to go mad but allowed her to play. His grip tightened and beads of sweat began to trickle down the back of his neck, the sides of his face. A growl slipped past his lips as she used her strong jaw muscles, sucking, her hand creating painful friction at the base of his cock. “Suck me, baby. More.”
She took him down an inch at a time, her hand pumping to meet her mouth, her fingers squeezing his testicles. She sucked, holding the stance, her tongue darting back and forth.
“Fuck! Yes.” Tossing his head back, he jutted his hips forward, shoving his cock further into her mouth. He could hear her strangled noises, sliding past her lips and stopped, panting as he waited. Releasing his grip, he moaned the second she pulled her hot mouth off his aching dick.
Chuckling, she licked down the underside until she reached his balls. Sucking on one then the other, she grunted as she savored him, taking her time.
His legs were shaking from adrenaline and he had to fight to keep from shoving the entire length of his cock into her mouth.
Licking back up, she rolled her tongue around his cockhead then blew air.
“You are so bad. I’m going to punish you every day.”
She smiled and nodded, her head bobbing. “I hope so.” Opening her mouth wide, she took him down all the way until her lower lip rested on his balls.
“Sweet Jesus!” Pressing the back of her head, he added pressure, forcing her to remain. His eyes were watering, and he so wanted to shoot his load down her throat but not today. Not now. Tonight, he would have all of her.
She moaned again, the sound slipping past the thick invasion.
Easing back, he gripped both sides of her head, using the power of his upper thighs as he face fucked her, moving in slow and even motions. He had trouble focusing as the beads of sweat dripped into his eyes, stinging. Burning.
Her fingers caressed his hips and she relaxed, her eyes never leaving his.
He pumped harder and faster until he knew he could come at any minute. Panting, he dropped his head, blinking as salty beads dropped down to her face. “I want this so much, but I need more. I will have more.” When he took a step away, he almost stumbled. He wiped his mouth and shook his head, tensing as he tried to control his breathing.
She rose to her feet, moving closer, her mouth in a perfect ‘O’. “What do you want, my sweet sir? What can I give you?”
He laughed, the sound muffled and gripped her shoulders. “Everything.” Using a single hand, he tossed her back onto the bed then crawled on, planting his knees in between her legs. “Absolutely everything.” He placed his hands on either side and lowered down until their lips were just inches apart.
Reaching up, she held his neck as he licked around her mouth then she captured his tongue, sucking. She wrapped her legs around his hips, pulling him down until his groin touched hers.
He moved back and forth, sliding his cock across her pussy. She was so wet, so very hot and he could no longer hold back. Lifting onto one hand, he used the other to position his cock. “Not going to be gentle.”
“I don’t want gentle.”
Boone thrust the entire length of his cock into her cunt, jerking back and roaring as her pussy muscles clenched. “Yes!”
She dug her nails into his skin as she whimpered, jerking up from the bed.
“So tight.” Pulling out until just the tip was inside, he grinned and pressed his lips against hers. “I can only imagine your sweet ass.” He thrust deep inside again. And again. Harder. Faster.
She wiggled, her moans becoming purrs as the plunges became more forceful, pushing her hard against the bedding. “You feel so good.”
“I’m glad.” He plunged in and out, enjoying the way she responded, the look of happiness on her face. They fit together so well, a perfect combination and he never wanted this to end. When she seemed to relax, he pulled back.
“No!” she cried.
“Yes.” Allowing a series of deep throated growls, he rolled her over, tugging her onto her knees.
Smack! Slap!
He spanked her ass several times before thrusting his cock into her cunt. Leaning over, he kissed the back of her neck, nuzzling against her skin. “Never forget you belong to me.”
“Never.”
Pumping in long and even strokes, his rhythm became faster, the drives more savage and his balls were full of cum, throbbing with anguish. The sound of skin hitting skin was nothing more than an aphrodisiac, charging his hunger, heightening his desire.
She clenched her muscles again and again as she pushed up from the bed, arching her back.
He was shaking, his skin on fire, his muscles tense from the raging current. Blinking, he tried to hold back, waiting, wanting more. Slowing down, he held his cock inside and kissed her shoulders as his dick throbbed. “I’m going to fuck you in the ass.”
“Yes. Oh, yes.”
Easing back, he slid the tip of his cock to her asshole, wiggling until he was just inside. “Forever.” Plunging inside and past the thick ring of muscle, he threw his he
ad back. “Fuck!”
“Oh, God. Oh…” Tensing, she fisted the comforter, her entire body shaking.
Panting, he concentrated on his breathing then began to pump inside her dark hole, slow and steady.
She met every hard thrust with one of her own, groaning as he smacked her ass. “Fuck me. God, fuck me!”
Closing his eyes, he continued his now savage actions, slamming into her with wild abandon. He held his breath, holding back, enjoying the sheer bliss until he could no longer stand the anguish. The moment he erupted, spewing hot cum, he dropped his head. “Mine.”
Chapter 10
Mine.”
Stasha rolled over, stretching as she yawned then opened her eyes. The word was the first one she thought of and the second she rolled onto her back, she groaned. Her ass was on fire. Smiling, she moved back and forth, savoring the way the sheets shifted across her bruised backside. The spanking had been controlled, Boone’s actions and methods demanding but almost sweet. She could tell he was no longer in bed, but she grabbed his pillow, drinking in his scent.
They’d talked for hours then made food, drinking wine until the wee hours of the morning. They were so close, and she was surprised she opened up to him in body and soul. Shifting again, she glanced at the clock. “Shit!” It was after eight. She still had a practice to maintain, patients to see. Scrambling out of bed, she started to search for her clothes then remembered the neat way she’d stacked them on the dresser.
Walking closer, she stopped short as her reflection caught her eye. Blinking, she smiled at first, snorting given the look of her disheveled hair. Just fucked hair. Suddenly, a vision from the past rolled in her periphery of vision. Forced to grab onto the edge of the dresser, she began to hyperventilate.
“You’re only my possession. Nothing more.” His voice was full of anger, rage and he stormed closer, tossing his briefcase.
She watched as the contents flew, papers and folders hitting the wall. Taking several steps in reverse, she had no idea what to say to him. “I’m not your possession.”
“Yes, you fucking are.” Closing the distance, he wrapped his hand around her throat, squeezing. “You are nothing without me. Nothing!”
