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She gasped, but instead of pulling away, she pressed closer. So close, I could feel the tight buds of her nipples. I reached up and pinched one lightly, then harder, until a mewl of need escaped her. I eased the sensual hurt away, then repeated it on the other side. Her tits could become an obsession, full and lush and firm, and so sensitive.
“What if I decide I want to spank you?” I asked, tugging on a swollen nipple.
Her breath hitched out in a shudder, then broke again as she answered, “Okay.”
“What if I tell you to get on your knees and suck my dick until I say you can stop?” Just the image had my cock jerking in demand.
“Okay.”
I damn near lost it.
“Are you sure?” Crowding her back against a nearby armchair, I caged her up against it, arms bracketing her in place. “If I push you to your knees right now, tell you to open for me, then push my dick down your throat, if I fuck your mouth until I’m ready to come…then pull out, let you catch your breath…and start all over again? If I decide to do that as your punishment?”
“Okay.” She was panting now, her face flushed and eyes fogged with desire.
Dipping my head, I bit one swollen nipple. She arched up and cried out, high and sharp. I slid my fingers into her cunt and twisted three times fast. She clenched tight around me, but when she went to grab me, I stopped and stepped back.
She moaned in frustration as I pinioned her wrists, trapping them at the dip of her spine, just above the lush swell of her ass.
“I think you might enjoy being punished, Tina.” I grazed her lower lip with my teeth and sucked on it lightly. Lifting my head, I skimmed my free hand along her side, the curve of her waist, the swell of her hip. “But I’m still not sure you understand.”
“Then tell me,” she said, rising onto her toes and pressing her breasts into my chest. “Make me understand.”
“I want…everything,” I said. “I want you to submit and give me everything I ask.”
“I…” She swallowed, then gave a nervous nod. “As long as it doesn’t involve other people. I…I’m nervous, but I’m curious, too.”
“No other people. But if I say get on your knees, then I want you on your knees. If I tell you not to come, then you don’t get to come.” I cupped her ass. “And as to that punishment…I think I want to bend you over, maybe over this chair here, or a table. I’m not sure. But I want to bend you over, tie you down so you can only squirm…so you’re helpless as I spank this perfect ass. And once it’s blushing and pink for me, I’m going to fuck it.”
As I said the last part, I sank my fingers against the cleft between her cheeks, making sure she understood just what I wanted to fuck.
Her lashes fluttered, and she whimpered, then sagged, as if the words had stripped her strength.
Decision made.
She gasped.
I kissed her, short and rough, before biting her lower lip, then nuzzling my way to her ear. “That excites you. Have you had your ass fucked before?”
“Yes,” she whispered.
“And how was it?”
She didn’t answer.
“Tina. Answer the question.”
“I…liked it, but I felt like something was missing.” She met my eyes as she made that admission, her cheeks coloring.
“You won’t feel like that tonight.”
Twenty-Five
Tina
He hadn’t been makingconversation when he talked about bending me over a piece of furniture.
Face hot, body immobilized, I pressed my cheek to the cooling leather under me. This piece of furniture was a glammed-up, padded sawhorse with small platforms for my knees and another set that folded out from somewhere for my arms.