Page 90 of Total Shutdown

“Beg me.” I repeat my demand.

She grips hold of the wooden headboard. “I told you, I’ve never begged, and I don’t plan on starting now.” Her voice is labored with lust—a sure sign that she’s enjoying our tussle.

“You know, the ice wasn’t the only thing I grabbed earlier.” I drop the half-melted cube back into the glass and reach down beneath the bed, finding the spanking paddle we bought and then a bottle of intimate lube, which I set down beside me.

The first crack to her ass isn’t hard. I want to shock her—and I succeed when she squeals and grips the wood harder—but I also want to respect her limitations.

“Harder,” she instructs.

My dick leaks again. I’m so fucking close to blowing.

The second smack leaves a red mark, and she moans into the quiet room, pushing her ass back into me.

“More.”

I switch to her other ass cheek and hit her harder. “Beg me to make you come, Collins.”

“No.”

Her defiance is sexy as hell and my goddamn undoing. I lose control of my willpower, pushing my boxers down with one hand and plowing into her tight, hot cunt with one thrust.

“Fuck—fuck—fuck!” she cries out. “Again.”

I do the opposite of what she wants, pulling out. Her arousal leaks from her entrance and onto my sheets.

“You can’t—can’t leave me like this.”

“Then beg, Baby Girl. Give me your words, and I’ll put my cock back in your pussy, maybe even your ass if you behave well enough.”

She falls silent, and I smack her ass again, more redness rising on her perfect skin.

I’m rearing back once more when she stops me.

“Please, Sawyer. I’m begging you.” Collins turns her head, ordinarily perfect liner smeared across her face, cheeks flushed crimson. “Fuck me with your dick—in both holes. I want this with you.”

I lose it, along with the paddle, throwing it on the floor and driving into her pussy on a guttural groan that fills my bedroom. My finger finds her ass, and I circle it, using her release to tease her opening while I take her pussy with my cock.

She whimpers with delight. This isn’t just fucking. This is Collins handing me the reins to drive us.

And I do. The shift in our relationship inflates my chest, tightening my balls as my dick hits so deep that I know she’ll be coming in seconds.

“Baby Girl,” I pant, “you’re so fucking perfect like this—at my mercy, taking my dick and finger like the needy slut you are.” I push my finger further into her ass, preparing her for what I really want to do.

“I’m coming, Sawyer.”

Her wail acts like a drug, and I want more of it.

“Tell me who fucks you best, Collins.” I want the praise; I need the words of this woman before I paint her pussy with my cum.

“You. It’s never b-been this good.”

I pull out and swipe up the lube, covering two fingers and slowly dipping them into her ass.

Her head lolls forward, arms slack, and her knees practically give out.

I hold her steady with one arm around her waist. “Do you want to take my dick in here?”

“Yes. I want to know what it feels like.”