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“May I call you Sir?” I asked as Jonathan wrapped his arm around my waist and shifted back, lifting me with him and depositing me on all fours.

“Yes, you may.” He knelt behind me and pushed my torso down on the bed, leaving me with my ass up in the air. “Hands behind your back, please.”

“Sir…” I turned to look at him, my hands positioned behind me. “Wait.”

“What is it?” He ran his hands across my back, splaying my hair over my shoulders before sliding lower to my buttocks. His fingers slid between my cunt lips, teasingme.

“Vanilla,” I whispered. “It’s my safeword.”

He nodded. “I should have asked you earlier.”

“It’s okay–OH!”

The first time his palm struck my skin, it stung and I drew an intake of breath. He did it again, and then again. Four strokes and I was whimpering, not because of the pain but because I wanted more. I wanted his cock inside me, needing him to take me as roughly as he could. I wanted him to punish me and pretend I was the woman who’d hurt him, who’d shamed him for his needs. I wanted to be her and give him what he’d always wanted.

“Beg for it,” Jonathan said, his voice rough, demanding. “It’s the only way you’re going to getit.”

So, I begged. I pleaded. I implored him to hurt me, to leave his mark on me, to fuck me hard. Four more stinging slaps on my ass and he was inside me, filling me in one smooth stroke. I was so wet, so ready. He gripped my hips and held me in place as my pussy pulsed around him. I was a mess, a quivering mess in his hands as his hips slammed against my sore ass but it was exactly what I wanted. I wanted him in control. I wanted him to become what he was. Jonathan grabbed hold of my wrists for leverage as he began to fuck me roughly, leaving me out of breath with each thrust. It left me reeling, floating, drifting yet knowing that I was completelysafe.

Please, Sir. May Icome?

Notyet.

May I come, Sir? Please, I can’t take it. Fuckfuckfuck…

No.

Please, Sir…

Sharon…

Please, Sir…

Come.

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