The curious mix of pleasure and pain is so intense that I moan loudly and unashamedly. He pushes me up against the opposite wall and his hands begin moving up my thighs and into my… lack of panties, shall we say.
I smile inwardly and I can feel his mouth against my skin as he realises just how naughty I have been.
“You bad girl. You should be punished for that.”
I moan again, and I can feel one of his fingers slide effortlessly inside me. His movements are controlled but I can tell I am not in for an easy ride tonight. His other hand moves my shoulder strap down to expose my nipple and he attacks it like he is starved for the taste of me. His tongue moves in slow circles from the nipple all the way out to the edges and back again before gently taking my nipple between his teeth.
I am lost in a world of pleasure where I am nothing but his plaything and I find myself getting wetter and wetter at the thought. He then releases me and moves over to a chair spreading his legs spread wide, and I think momentarily that he wants me in between his legs, but he holds out his hand for me and as I move closer, he guides me to stand at his side before manhandling me over his lap with my dress exposing my bottom to his hand.
“As I said, Bad Girls need to be punished. We can stop if you want to but if you want me to punish you, Cassidy. All you have to do is ask.”
I am momentarily caught off guard. I should be offended that I am being asked by a man to put his hands on me but from the way my pussy is tingling and my nipples straining against his thighs, I don’t see how I could refuse. I brush against him and moan prettily in response but he holds firm.
“I need your words, Cassidy. Do you want me to punish you?”
“Yes. Yes, Sir. I want you to spank me. Please!” My tone is so whiny and desperate that I almost don’t recognise it.
“Okay, Cassidy. You need to remember our safe word for tonight. Red. Can you remember that? Are you okay with it? Everything stops when you say that word.”
I nod, my mind unable to comprehend anything but by the tone of his voice, I know this is something I must remember though and commit it to memory.
He grips the back of my neck and then carefully lifts my body up so I am facing him. I am shocked at how easily he can call a halt to the fun and I want to wail but his look silences me.
“Cassidy. This is serious. Don’t go along with it simply for my benefit. If it were only up to me, I would be nailing you to the wall right now making you scream but there are two of us here. I need to know you are a willing partner. Do you want this?” He says very carefully, and patiently.
I pause, really thinking about what it is he is asking of me. And can only come up with one answer.
“Yes, Sir. I do want this. I want you so badly. Please, spank me. Please!”
He smiles and then pulls me back down onto his lap as he once again draws up the hemline of my dress and pulls down my shoulder straps. He positions me so that my nipples rub against his trouser clad thighs and with the right position, his hand can slip inside my aching wet pussy.
“What are you?” He asks firmly.
“A bad girl.” I say, and the impact is hard and instant but not overly painful. His hand moves directly in a sweeping motion up from the base of my buttock and the force of his hand movement travels all the way through my body like an electric shock but the afterglow is warm and surprisingly pleasing. It doesn’t hit any sensitive areas that would make it too painful to bear but neither does he make it too gentle that I don’t feel it. I squirm and try desperately to move against him for more.
“You didn’t hear me, Cassidy. What ARE you?” He bites out almost aggressively, and I can feel him go from slightly hard to stone underneath me.
“I am a Bad Girl!” I say a little louder.
“No. You’re MY Bad Girl. And how bad girls get turned into good girls is by getting their cute little asses spanked until they can’t sit down for a week. You hear that? You’re MY Bad Girl tonight.”
Although his hands stay exactly where they are, I can tell he is fighting his urges with every breath. He can only hold back so long, and I know that I am barely restraining myself as it is.
“Yes Sir. I am Your Bad Girl. I am Yours tonight!”
His hand then spanks me three times sequentially, with only a slight pause for breath in between but I can’t really tell if that is for his benefit or mine.
“And what do Bad Girls get?” He asks.
“They get their asses spanked, Sir… Until they can’t sit down for a week.”
He spanks me again and it’s so hard that I actually think it hurt his hand but I can only feel a burst of pleasure from the impact. His hand strokes up and down my sore bottom and up my spine, then moves back down to my butt and resumes my punishment.
“You will be my good girl by the end of the night, Cassidy. Or else, I will just keep spanking you. Then again, judging by your reactions, I don’t think you’d mind that at all.”
He’s not wrong. I want nothing more than to feel his hands on me again and I press further into him to prove my point but his hands pull me up so I am standing and facing him.
“Now bad girl. I want you to show me how useful that sassy mouth can be.”
My pussy tightens in pleasure and I can feel my mouth begin to water as I get to my knees and my hands automatically move down his shirt and hook into his belt loops. I can feel my grip tighten and pull him close to me for a kiss, and he doesn’t stop me. His lips meet mine and I marvel at their softness but each time he even tries to slip his tongue in my mouth, I pull away.
He looks a bit miffed when I stop, but not enough to hold my head in place, which he could very easily do. His sheer strength and size could ensure my total obedience but his hands remain on the arm rests. I feel myself glowing with satisfaction as my hands open his linen shirt and kiss down his stomach to his belt buckle then untie it slowly before pulling down his zipper and reaching inside his shorts for that hard, aching cock. It gives me a pure thrill to see him breathing deeply through his nose and closing his eyes as his hands clench tight. I feel the power surge through my body like a drug. I can barely keep my hands from shaking but I feel my mouth turn up at the sides in pleasure.
I then pull out his cock. It’s rock hard and oozing pre-cum, I find power in knowing that handling it just right could make this powerhouse of a man explode into a million pieces. I lower my head and am relieved that his hands don’t automatically push my head down so I can no longer move. I take him in my mouth slowly and allow my tongue to wrap around the head before dragging it slowly up and down his shaft. He shivers and tries to hold back the moan as best he can. He grips my hair and tries to push me down further, but I stop him in his tracks by sucking the tip so hard that I know he is close to the limits of his control. And just as he can’t take it anymore, I remove my mouth slowly.
“I take it Sir likes my mouth?” I say, coquettishly.
He takes a couple of deep steadying breaths before he says: “Oh god, my girl. Please don’t stop.”
Just to torture him further, my hand moves to the base and starts stroking his balls. My hands mirror the pressure of my mouth and I find myself taking his whole length up to the point where I am about to choke, only to remove all of it then bow my head and suck his balls deep into my mouth. He gasps and has to physically wrestle me away from him so he can then pin me to the bed and remove what little clothing I have left.
“It appears that nothing is going to stop you from being a naughty little slut for me, is it Cassy?”
He spreads my legs and bites the inside of my thigh before attacking the overly stimulated flesh with his talented mouth. His tongue is probing and seems to know exactly how to make me moan and writhe underneath him. I lose my breath as his tongue moves from the opening up to my clit and back again, a particularly masterful move. I then feel his tongue move to my opening and it teases my entrance with such care and attention that I almost don’t feel it when his tongue enters me. All the time as his mouth works its magic, his hands are wrapped around my thighs, making sure I keep them apart, and I can only squirm around so much. I swear I see stars from how good his mouth feels, and the tender skin of my inner thighs feels the scratching of his neatly trimmed beard. My hands find their way into his hair and I have to stop myself from pulling too hard as I never want him to stop.
“Oh god, Cassy. You taste amazing. I think this pussy is about to become a dangerous addiction for me,” and I believe every word as his moans and deep noises of appreciation reverberate through my whole body.
He then stops and kisses his way up my body slowly and carefully, making sure to look me in the eyes as he enjoys me. I can feel his hunger and need in my core and my hands wind into his hair to pull him up closer but he pins my hands down to my side and grips them hard. He kisses up my neck slowly before devouring my mouth all over again. Tasting myself on his lips makes me want to bite him in all his deliciousness.
Oh, this is by far the best sex I have had in months, and he hasn’t even began fucking me yet.
I look at him and I say between kisses: “You’re not bad for a man I met four hours ago.”
He smiles wickedly before he then straddles me and reaches for something on the nightstand. I am preparing to see a foil packet but to my bewilderment, he is holding what looks to be velvet ropes.
“Offer me your wrists, my sweet little slut,” He says gently.
I know I should absolutely be protesting right about now but I can’t fight the urge that is coursing through my veins.
He smiles and ties my wrists together above my head, kissing my neck and making gentle cooing noises. I can feel my heart beating faster but I don’t feel any real panic. I genuinely feel safe with this man even when I know that a situation like this would normally send me running for the hills. Never before have I let a man have this level of control over me in the bedroom.
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