“Anything you want baby,” she murmured, “as long as you promise to fill me up with your cock when you’re through with my punishment.”
He smiled to himself, knowing that the inevitable bridge would have to be crossed.
“Yeah, that’s not going to happen,” he retorted, “not while you and Mr. Movie Guy are living in vanilla harmony.”
She stopped moving and turned to look at him, an expression of disbelief in her eyes.
“You’re not gonna fuck me?” She asked plaintively; not knowing what to make of the situation.
“I don’t take this situation lightly,” he began, “I am not one to share, especially when forced upon me. So until you are free of this sham marriage, you belong to me in all the ways that you don’t belong to him. Let him do what he will; it doesn’t sound like much anyway. But at the end of the day, your mouth and ass are mine.”
“Well that’s hardly fair,” she whined, her face scrunched up in contempt.
“And having the girl you’ve been seeing for almost a year get married behind your back? That’s fair i suppose?”
He gave a hard slap to her plump ass, eliciting a wail of agony as she lurched forward; feeling the intense heat rising from her inflamed cheeks.
“Ow, fuck!” she complained, “can I have a break...please? We can sit and talk.”
He was in no mood to talk, and responded with the hardest one yet, crushing her into his lap as he left another vivid red weal on her backside.
Let the guy see those on her ass when she comes home, he snickered to himself.
“There’s nothing to talk about, I told you where I stand.”
He could feel the warmth coming off her ravaged cheeks, and used his fingertips to give her soft flesh a few sharp pinches.
“owww, oww...shit!” she whined, “it’s soooo fucking sore!”
“It better be,” he snarled, inflicting another cruel slap on her tender derriere, “and I’m not through with you yet. You asked to be punished, this is your due.”
He laid into her a final time, barraging her tenderized flesh with a string of hard, punishing slaps; squeezing her crimson hide while he waited for her to recover between each strike; it would make it all the more memorable for her. And he needed her to remember his words this time, it would be her only opportunity.
Cassie was draped over his lap; limp while her body absorbed the pain. She was slowly getting back to feeling a shred of pleasure from the hard slaps, the last few had been intense; almost too much so.
He was taking it a little easier now and she sensed him tiring a little; thankfully. Her backside was puffy from the awful spanking, even the lighter smacks he had turned to were making her twist and flail each time he laid one on her.
She’d gotten so hot when he started it was hard to push the feeling down, in spite of the pain and his assurance that he wouldn’t be fucking her. She could feel his stiff cock pressed into her stomach and the slick trail of liquid it was leaving on her skin; it was deliciously wet and erotic. The pain had faded into a dreamy bliss, and her senses felt amplified; every inch of her skin felt new and fresh
His fingers were tracing over her thighs, lighter than she could remember him doing before; but with every nerve ending in her body alive, it was a slow, tantalizing torment.
“So do we have a deal?”
His voice startled her from the daze she was drifting into, and she shivered, the air around her electric with energy reverberating off her sweat dampened skin.
Of course they had a deal, she thought; if only he could understand the position she was in. But then, considering her position at the moment, perhaps he understood very well; he was a demanding, controlling jerk sometimes, but that was what she found so sexy about him; he was strict and fair with her even when it was painful, exquisitely painful!
“Yes baby; we have a deal,” she sighed, “I told you I’d do anything for you.”
She was in a state of contented euphoria, her ass was radiating heat, and she felt at peace with her punishment.
“So from now on when you see me,” he began, spreading her round, crimson cheeks apart, “this fucking hole, belongs to me.”
He emphasised his point by hastily shoving a finger deep into her puckered asshole, holding it there, immobile.
“Auughh...fuck!” she whined, it was so sudden she hadn’t had a chance to relax herself, and she could feel her muscles contracting, trying without success to expel his merciless finger from her tight channel.
“Ok, it’s a deal! Ahhhh...shit...”
She could tell from his tone he wasn’t finished; and though he could be unforgiving at times, nobody could understand her, could love her in the way he did.