“That’s right, my sweet Ambrosia. We don’t want the neighbors to hear, now do we? They might interrupt and our… relationship will be difficult to explain. But don’t worry. I’ll have your mouth stuffed mere moments from now so you can’t scream again.”
“We don’t have a relationship,” she hissed, trying to jerk away from me.
And I couldn’t help but notice she hadn’t complained about the idea of me shoving my cock down her lovely throat.
With the light in the room filtering onto the deck, I concentrated my gaze on her lips.
Succulent, they were still stained a delicious cherry red even after the rough kisses. Seeing the tiny smudge in the center of her lower lip, my desires drifted into a pitch-black need to suck and bite until she called my name.
She dared look at me as if I was a piece of meat. In truth, I was even more aroused by her reaction to my full sleeve and the concentration of her eyes on the raven in the middle of my chest. While I wouldn’t say she had a heart of darkness, I’d suspected for a long time she preferred a man with both an adoration and experience with a touch of kink.
Just being able to see her this way, her voluptuous body on full display brought a possessive growl from my throat. With a perfect hourglass figure, rounded hips, and full breasts, in my mind she was utterly perfect.
One thing was certain. She was built for a man’s hands.
Mine only.
The woman knew my single weakness. I could tell by the flash in her eyes, which I’d seen several times. She could tell I’d fallen into a fog and chose that moment to slip from my fingers once again.
But the wicked girl should know by now that she couldn’t outrun or best me. In a quick flash, I not only had her down on all fours, I also had my hand wrapped around her long hair.
“What are you doing?” To my hearing, her question was more of a purr.
My cock hardened even more than before.
“Do I really need to repeat myself? Not only do you know what I’m doing, you crave a man with a firm hand.” I kept her tethered while I folded the thick strap. Call me sadistic but I couldn’t wait to hear her cries.
The lilting cries that I’d so coveted didn’t take long to enjoy. With the first crack of the belt against her backside, the first exclamation was one of shock. Why I didn’t know since I’d already spanked her before. But the sound was encouraging, pushing me into hungering for more.
I brought the strap across her sit spot four times in rapid succession. She did her best to free herself, yanking and tugging while I held fast.
She wasn’t going anywhere.
Using my knee, I pushed her legs open, taking a deep breath seeing her swollen, glistening pussy lips. One taste of heaven’s nectar wasn’t enough. Why was it that I continually smiled when I was with her? All her smiles and touches were powerful aphrodisiacs and I remained on edge.
After I smacked the tops of her thighs twice with the strap, she threw her hand back. The growl she issued was guttural and ripped with rage. I adored every sound she made. I also loved the hateful looks she threw my way when I knew otherwise.
She craved what only I could provide.
I waited a moment for her to move her hand then brought the belt down a few more times, enjoying the way she wiggled as well as her strangled breaths. The girl was a true vixen and I was at the point of being desperate to fuck her.
But the round of discipline wasn’t just for fun and games. She refused to recognize the potential danger if discovered. And I had no issue reminding her of her importance and what would happen if she continued disobeying my rules.
Four more brutal cracks of the strap and she was doing little more than panting. Her skin shimmered in the light and I couldn’t help but notice her entire demeanor had changed. Her face was flushed and although slightly, her ass was raised for more.
As if she was enjoying herself.
Or at least my domination of her.
While issuing a deep exhale, I placed the belt on the bed where she could see it, then dragged two fingers down her spine, my eyes trailing behind. When I reached her bottom, not only did I admire the blushing pink and hints of crimson, I took another deep breath when realizing her skin was hot to the touch.
“You won’t get away with this.” Her voice was deeper, huskier than before, as if she was already drunk on sex.
Not yet, but soon.
“I guess we’ll see.”
My entire body ached with need as I picked up the belt and resumed the spanking. Sweat had already formed on the backof my neck and near my hairline from the raging desire alone. When beads trickled to my eyes, forcing me to blink them away, I realized I was losing the battle.