I whimper, but that’s not enough. He shifts his grip a little, his hand tightening on my waist as he lands a flurry of slaps right to the very bottom of my cheeks, going back and forth from one to the other until I am gasping and wailing.
“Cry for me,” he insists, sliding his hand down between my legs for a brief moment to check my pussy. I feel his middle finger slide into me easily, because I’m soaked, because my body loves this treatment. I am limp over his lap, giving into his discipline, my eyes watering the way he wants them to.
“That’s it,” he praises me. “Wet at both ends for me, aren’t you, little one? You wanted to speak disrespectfully, but you’re not going to sit tomorrow, are you? No, this bottom is going to be very, very sore, just like you need it to be.”
He speaks softly and even encouragingly, but the content of those words and the absolute hellfire reigning in my ass are at complete odds.
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Simon
She needs this. She needs me to be dominant and stern. When she started giving me plain sass, I was a little shocked, but not for long. I know what a request to be put in one’s place looks like, and Lydia just wrote me a request and sealed it with a kiss as far as I am concerned.
I spank her squirming, hot ass until she is shaking and sobbing over my lap. She’s truly soaked, too, her body reacting to the stimulation of the spanking, and the emotional realization that she is held, she is under control. I do still have her, even though she was afraid she lost me.
I pick her up, I stand her up, and I know she thinks she’s going to be put to bed. But I bend her over it. She can rest on her knees, but a pillow keeps her hips high. I cannot express how perfectly beautiful she looks right now. Her body is all curves and submission. Her thighs part naturally as her legs seek the floor, and I am treated to the most beautiful display of a soaking wet pussy, lips puffed with desire, just waiting to welcome me in.
“You’re going to take this fucking,” I remind her. “Because it’s what you deserve, as much as the spanking was what you deserved. You should have a nice, sore ass. You’re a bad little girl who is going to be spread around my cock, aren’t you?”
She makes an incoherent noise that rises in pitch as I sink my cock inside her. Spanking this girl makes me rock hard.
I fuck her slowly at first. I want her to feel loved. I want to draw this sensual moment out, and let her feel each and every inch of me as deep inside her as I can go.
The cries are so beautiful, as are the moans that mix with them as her body shifts away from being sorry and toward seeking orgasm. My flesh is inside her, joined with her. She is part of me, and I am part of her.
My climax is not far off. I want to hold back, because I want to make sure she is well spanked and well fucked, and this little display of temper is thoroughly dealt with. I could be annoyed with the attitude if I took it personally, but I know she’s just trying to feel settled again.
This will teach her a lesson. She’ll learn that she is safe with me, that I always come back, and that the rules do not change when that happens.
As I work my cock in and out of her tight little hole, I start to become aware that it is getting bigger and thicker than usual. I’ve always been well-endowed, but the base of my cock is starting to really swell up, and orgasm, which I’ve always had pretty good control over, is rushing through me and taking over against my will.
I come inside her with a growling predatory intensity, and my cock continues to swell at the base while deep inside her. I can hear her gasps of erotic surprise as she feels herself stretching ever wider, my seed filling her up to the brim, unable to escape the usual way.
“Oh, my god,” she moans. “What’s happening?”
“I think I’m knotting,” I rumble back. “It’s a swelling to keep us locked together so we can be sure you are properly bred.”
“What the fuck do you mean, knotting?” She squirms and I have to hold her hips still to stop her from trying to pull off me. That will not work right now.
“It must be an aftereffect of the formula,” I tell her. “It’ll go down. Just stay there and be patient, baby. Nature designed this to make sure you got bred properly. Don’t you want to know that your bare cunt is completely full of my cum?”
I accompany my words with a playful motion of my fingers over her clit and I feel her shudder. This might not be the worst thing. With my cock stuck inside her, I have all the time in the world to toy with her and make her accept the pleasure I want to give her.
She enjoys, and then suffers through several more orgasms, each one more powerful than the last until finally she cannot stay awake or react orgasmically anymore. She falls asleep in my arms, as satisfied as any woman has ever been.
CHAPTER 8
Lydia
I wake up the next morning sore for reasons I can’t remember initially, but that come rushing back the moment I reach down between my legs and feel the still swollen folds of my lips.
That was fucking wild. I have been completely ravaged, beyond what sex has ever made me feel like before.
He knotted in me, that thick ring of cock flesh keeping him deep inside me while his cum filled me and found its way deep into my womb. I know what it means to be bred.
“Baby,” he murmurs, reaching for me with a hand that I swear to god is bigger and hairier than it was before. He snugs me back against his body and I rotate to bury my face in his chest.
“I don’t think you entirely came back,” I mumble while trapped in the warm grip of his embrace.