I need her to sit with the realization of what she did and the consequences of keeping things from me.
I nearly gave in—nearly licked her pussy until she came over my face. Nearly plowed my cock into her with a ferocity to match how I felt inside.
But that would reward her for keeping things from me.
And we can’t have that.
So instead, I left her there, alone, stinging no doubt, to think about what she did. To think about what sheomitteddoing, which was sharing everything with me.
Out of all the things that she kept from me, she chose the one thing that signals any type of real danger in her present-day life. She’ll tell me every care from her past, every banal detail of her day-to-day existence, but she won’t mention she has apotential stalker? Someone electronicallyharassing her?
She makes me want to throttle the living shit out of her some days.
And now, I’m left here with a rock-hard cock.
That’s why I excused myself. Because I was too tempted by her pussy which was starting to drip with arousal as I spanked her.
Dirty little poison enjoying her punishment.
She doesn’t know I have a little library of names for her. She’stoo complex for just one. And while stray is cute and fitting for someone who’s so scrappy—who’s spent life surviving on the margins—it’s almost too sympathetic on its own. It doesn’t do her justice.
Because Ivy is addictive. Like her namesake, she’s small and delicate, but deadly. Now that I think about it, she really does remind me of my other girls… my black widows. She’s underestimated—a small but ruthless fighter. Persistent. Probably hard to get rid of—not that I would ever want to.
And there’s something else about the name that fits her. Something I can’t quite put my finger on just yet. But I sense it, hiding beneath the surface, an affliction that can be felt but never seen.
I’ll let her know about this one when the timing is right.
I can’t help but smirk. Even though I know most things about her, she still surprises me in the best ways.
Like just before, when she gave herself away.
By her mouth that opened in a silent scream, and then her yelps which made me want to silence her by shoving my cock between her full lips.
I yank down my pants, my cock springing free, and I grip it so hard I groan.
She didn’t notice me grab her panties when I stood up, and they’re still bunched in my hand, the silky fabric rubbing against my shaft.
I bring them to my nose just for a moment, inhaling her sweet scent, imagining she’s here with me—a weak substitute, but I can’t let her feel like she’s being rewarded for bad behavior.
Dangerousbehavior.
Then I use them to wipe away the generous drop of pre-cum pooling at my tip in anticipation.
I stroke my length as I think about her, still gripping her panties tightly in my palm. The way she squirmed at my touch. I grunt as I recall the way the spanks rang out and bounced off theliving room walls. How her flesh vibrated against the torque of my palm.
I wasn’t gentle, and she took it well.
What a good girl she can be when she knows what’s good for her.
My pace increases, sliding my palm and her underwear up and down my length—jerking fast and forceful, my forearms taking heed of the frenetic pace with which I’m abusing my cock.
I picture my hand being replaced by her sweet cunt, and it’s enough to undo me.
I groan as I come hard, cum shooting from me and splashing my abdomen, wishing I was coming inside her beautiful body. I don’t care if it’s her pussy, her mouth, her ass. I just want to be in her, covering her in me.
The pulsing subsides and I sink back into my chair, spent.
I tuck the panties into my desk drawer. I love that they’re coated in her pussy and my cum, like some erotic artwork that represents both of us.