Dirty Bad Secrets(74)

“Chapter one,” she whispered.

“Chapter one.” I positioned myself on the foot of the bed, sitting comfortably, with my feet firmly on the floor and my cock firmly in my hand. “Come here,” I beckoned her towards me. “On my lap.”

“Is that an order?”

“You could see it that way.”

She tilted her head and there was that mischief again, always pushing it. “I thought we left the coin toss in the club?”

“This isn’t about the coin toss,” I said. “It’s about you doing what you’re bloody told. You want to do what you’re told, Faye, cut the bullshit. Just get on my fucking lap and stop your whining.”

She laughed. “Ever the charmer.”

“Ever the realist.”

For once she did as she was told. Her eyes were glued to her reflection as she backed up towards me. She was stunning in the lamplight, her skin glowing in soft amber, the shadows of her body so fucking tempting. She sat down and wriggled, my cock hard against her ass, then made to shift herself to take me, but I wrapped my arms around her waist, holding her in position.

“Patience,” I said. “This is chapter fucking one, Faye, we haven’t even started.”

“What, then?” she whispered, and she was aching to be dominated, I could feel it in every horny ripple of her body. “What are you going to do to me?”

One of my hands moved up to her throat, and I watched her eyes in the mirror as they fluttered and closed. She yielded to the pressure, resting her head back against my shoulder without fight. I spread her legs with my other hand, hooking her knees over mine, the heat of her thighs burning mine. I cupped the gorgeous mound of her pussy, slipping my fingers between her rings. There was a whole fucking story there, I just knew it.

“You pissed me off today,” I growled. “Blabbing away with that loose tongue of yours, you want to keep your pretty mouth closed, Faye, or I’ll have to make sure it’s filled with something to my taste.”

“You piss me off every day,” she hissed.

“Is that so?”

She nodded, but she was squirming. I felt her swallow, her soft throat so delicate against my palm. “Punish me,” she whispered. “Not for the coin toss, just because you want to.”

I teased her clit with my fingers, just the slightest touch. “Hands on your thighs, don’t you dare move them.”

She did as she was told, and took a deep breath, resting her cheek against mine.

“Fucking hell, Faye, you’re perfect like this. Why can’t you be like this more often?”

My question was rhetorical, and there wouldn’t have been opportunity to respond if she’d wanted to. I landed my palm hard, right between her legs, and how delicious her pussy felt, so soft and so fucking vulnerable. She jerked but didn’t fight it, and subtly shifted, opening herself wider.

“Yes…” she breathed. “Hurt me there…I want it…”

“That makes two of us.” I landed another, cupping her after the sting, and massaging her soft pussy lips until she relaxed. “Isn’t it nice to be on the same fucking page for once?”

Her eyes opened and fixed on mine in the mirror. It was a beautiful moment, exquisite and charged and insane. I slapped her again, hard, over and over again, keeping a steady rhythm until her fingers were clenched around her thighs. She began to jerk, and her face showed her pain, the softest moans escaping her mouth. I tipped her face to mine, landed a kiss on her open mouth as my palm struck, and my cock pulsed as I felt her moan.

I pushed two fingers inside her, and she shuddered, her body rippling as the endorphins flooded.

“How does it feel?”

“Good…” she whispered. “It feels nice… it burns…”

I worked my fingers inside her until I felt her body relax, and then I withdrew them and resumed her punishment. The slap of palm against wet pussy was the stuff of fucking dreams. She was horny, and every smack sent her reeling, wriggling, twitching against me.

“Look at your sweet cunt, Faye, see how beautiful it is.”

Her pussy was pink and swollen, tender and vulnerable. “More,” she hissed. “Fuck, Andy, hurt me some more…”

“Good girl.” I pressed my lips to her temple. “I want you to watch this. I want you to see everything.”

She nodded and her eyes were wide but glazed, fixed on my hand as I rubbed her hard little clit. She braced herself, her back arched against my chest. “Hit me,” she said. “Hit me, Andy, just fucking hit me.”

I unleashed it all, every frustration at her smart fucking tongue, all the humiliation at her crazy little games, and then there was more, so much more. Her dismissive emails, months of nothing but thanks, Andy, kiss kiss kiss as I waited for her to come home. Come home to our fucking club, come home to me. Fuck, how I punished her pussy, and she took it, she took all of it. Her breath turned ragged, and her thighs started shaking, but she took it. My palm was tingling, and her cunt was hot and sore, beautifully pink, and flushed from the pain.