Page 165 of My Treasured Obsession

She protested at the loss of me.

“Fucking brat,” I growled, so fucking turned on by her and her defiance. I slapped her ass in two successive swats for good measure. My handprint bloomed on her skin. “You never listen to me, huh?”

Panting and basking in her orgasm, she barely heard me.

Right then, the skies above us opened up and rain drizzled. I undid the belt, freeing her hands from the confinement, unhooked the back of her bustier, and unzipped her skirt, peeling off the skimpy costume until she was left naked in her heels and dark angel wings. I removed my own wind-mussed dress shirt but grabbed my leather jacket before I flipped Gabriela around and hauled her into my arms.

She mustered the strength to wrap her legs around my waist and her arms around my neck.

Then I headed into the forest.

Moonlight broke through the canopy of trees overhead as I waded us deeper into the area so we’d have shelter from the rain…and to appease my girlfriend’s fantasy of being fucked in the woods by a masked stranger. Naughty little doll wanted to be ravaged by her grim reaper tonight.

Gabriela never ceased kissing me, gentle pecks voyaging over my face. I groaned when she laved my corded neck with nips and love bites. Miss possessive’s hips kept undulating in a beat meant to destroy me, her glossy pussy glazing over the underside of my dick. She was desperate to have me back inside of her. “Hunter, I want you to come too.”

I cursed when just my tip dipped back into her warm cunt. I went over a year without sex, but now that I’d had Gabriela? I couldn’t fathom going a day without being inside of her.

“Soon.” I threw my jacket on the ground, then dropped to my knees with her. “After I teach you a lesson.”

“Now,” she demanded when I lowered us, making sure her back and bottom were comfortably lying on the leather.

I tutted, pushing my black pants further down my thighs. Gabriela licked her lips, eyeing my thigh tat. She was obsessed with it. I spread her legs and pressed her knees down until she butterflied. Her pink cunt was swollen and drenched. “Patience, Gabriela.”

She attempted a half-assed glare and grabbed my wet cock, giving it a stroke before guiding the tip back to her entrance. “No. Now—”

I spanked her cunt hard.

Gabriela whimpered, eyes widening in shock and…glee.

She loved being dominated. And getting spanked? Yeah, that got her hot as hell. My hand shot out to grab her jaw in a possessive clasp. “Listen to me and listen well.” I snarled, slapping her flesh twice more. She mewled, back arching. “I’ve got a bratty little pussy to discipline and you’ve got a lesson to learn.”Slap. “Remember that this is your fault.”Slap. “You came before I gave you permission.”Slap. “Did I give you permission, Gabriela?”

She met my eyes with defiance in hers. “No, but I did it anyway.”

“Exactly.” I brought my face down until our noses touched. Until I could count every individual lash and every grey fleck in her blue eyes, which appeared almost sterling under the shard of moonlight seeping through the trees above. “So show me you can follow my rules, and I’ll make you come again. Understood?”

She rolled her eyes, but the taunting curve of her mouth betrayed her. She was loving this game. “Fine. Understood, you tyrant—ahh.”

I slapped her heavy tit. “Count with me. Twenty spanks and I’ll consider you graduated as long as you don’t come before I’mfinished.” I pinched her nipple the way she liked. “Now keep your legs open, baby.”

I slapped her pussy and she shakily mumbled, “One.”

Again. “Two.”

She cupped the back of her knees tighter on my third slap, glancing down at where my hand met her pussy. “T-three.”

I turned up the intensity of the butt plug for the remainder. Gabriela’s body shook underneath me. “H-Hunter, I p-promise, I’ll be a good girl. I’ll do better next time.”

“Yeah?”

The innocent façade was just an act. We both knew she couldn’t be good—only bad—but that’s what I liked. She nodded frantically. “I-I will.”

“Liar.” I slapped her pussy a fourth time. “Keep counting.”

My girlfriend obeyed. By the time we made it to eighteen, she was breathing unevenly. Skin flushed pink. Red lipstick smeared. Mascara-stained tears running down her cheeks. She was a beautiful wreck and I needed her like the breath in my lungs.

The drops of sweat fell down my chest and onto her torso, mixing with the light rain sprinkling around us. Gabriela gazed through half-mast eyes, jerking then moaning when I slapped her pussy yet again. “N-nineteen.”

“Fuck.” I rubbed my fingers over her slit appreciatively, humming. “Your pussy’s always so wet, so needy, so ready to play. Isn’t that right,bella mia?”