“Do you like that, my naughty girl?” he asked huskily as he continued to spank my bottom. “You’re starting to blush already.”
He said it like it was a compliment and I giggled.
“You didn’t answer my question.” He tsked his tongue and the smacks got a little harder.
“Hey, no fair!” I protested, turning around. “This isn’t supposed to hurt!”
He arched a dark brown eyebrow and gave me that look that turned my insides to jelly. “Is that right, little girl? And since when do you get to tell me how to spank you?”
He had a point. Damn it, I hated it when he was right, because it usually meant more pain for my poor bottom. “I don’t, but--”
“You did,” he countered, still frowning in a way that made my thighs quiver--whether in fear or excitement I wasn’t quite sure.
A thousand retorts leapt to my lips, but in the end I lowered my lashes and went with the one that would be the most helpful. To my bottom, that was. “I’m sorry, Sir.”
“We’ll see. Turn around.”
I obeyed, grateful for the playfulness I could hear underneath his stern tone. The next spank landed quickly, followed rapidly by another to my other cheek. Both stung and were followed by half a dozen more, delivered rapid-fire.
“I make the rules, Karen and if I choose to make your spanking hurt, you’ll take it without the attitude. Understand?”
“Yes, Sir,” I sniffled. It was what I’d agreed to, after all, and having him take me in hand made me as wet as it made him hard. Weird or not, it was what worked for us.
“Now, I’m getting the flogger. Put your legs together, please.”
I winced. The only time he ever told me to close my legs was when he intended to spank my thighs. I’d had such high hopes for tonight and I had to ruin it with being sassy. Thankfully, from the first swat I could tell he’d switched back to playful. The spanks hurt a little, but the sting faded quickly and was replaced with a tingling that made me purr contentedly.
“Are you ready for the rest of your punishment, little girl?”
“Yes, Sir,” I replied dutifully, turning to face him.
“On your knees then.”
I obeyed quickly with a radiant smile on my face as I unzipped his fly and pulled out his erection. The sight of it never failed to make me horny. I took to my task with gusto, pulling the length into my mouth as far as I could without making myself gag.
Brandon’s hand tangled in my hair, guiding me as he groaned his pleasure.
Hearing it spurred me on and I slid my lips up and down his cock with more enthusiasm than I’d imagined possible before meeting him. When I tasted the drop of pre-cum on the head of his cock, I slurped lustily, eager to have his seed spill into the back of my throat.
“God, Karen.” He grabbed me around the waist and hauled me to my feet.
He interrupted my pouting with a quick smack to my tingling rear. “Bed. Now.”
I scampered to obey his huskily growled command, throwing myself on my back and opening my legs—not to mention my dripping pussy—to his cock. He plunged into my soaking depths with a roar that made me grab fistfuls of sheet and brace myself. Normally unendingly tender, it set my heart to racing when Brandon took me forcefully, his pumping, hurried thrusts telling me how much my body pleased him.
When he came, I let myself go and climaxed right behind him, our bodies shuddering together in mutual bliss. When he fell on me, his tight, muscled body glistened with a sheen of sweat. He kissed my temple and whispered something that sounded like I love you in
between quick, gasping breaths.
I was too spent for words, so I grabbed his cock and moved my hand up and down his shaft to show him instead.