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Such beautiful words.
Before I could even find the words to tease him with, Roman had me over his lap and spread out down the couch. Having just my ass on display for him while the rest of me was clothed made it even hotter. As Roman’s hand came down and started my spanking, I couldn’t hold the pleasure back. Gasps and moans poured out of me as my ass started to heat.
“You’re going to remember who you belong to, Brat.” I loved it when his possessive dominance came out. He loved to watch me tease and flirt, but his favorite part was when he got to remind me who I belonged to.
He was perfect.
I couldn’t decide what felt better, the flames that washed over me as the spanking started to build or the way my still-trapped dick rubbed against his lap. I alternated between arching up into his hand and then grinding my cock on him, but it wasn’t enough.
“Please, Roman. Please.” It wasn’t enough of a spanking, we both knew I wanted more, but the need to come was even stronger than my need to feel his hand on my ass.
“Oh, I don’t know, Brat. If I stop now, you’re just going to get another one in the morning. This isn’t enough to make sure you feel it tomorrow, and I’m going to send you off to work thinking about no one but me.” Excitement and desire pulsed through his voice. As turned on as he was, I’d have agreed to almost anything. “Do you understand, Brat?”
“Yes, just let me come…just fuck me now…please.” He would get creative tomorrow and I’d spend the entire day cursing him, but as long as I didn’t land in that damned cock cage again I didn’t care. I just wanted to feel his dick thrusting into me. I didn’t want to wait.
“Oh, my little slut, you’re going to regret it in the morning…but I’m going to love it.” The rough words had me shaking and nearly begging for more. Only the thought of what else begging might earn me kept the words from tumbling out. It might be even better, but it might get me locked away for days.
Okay, so both might be fabulous.
“Please…” One finger started circling my hole, and I arched up again, trying to get more. Roman just pulled his hand away and smacked my ass again. “I’m sorry…please…”
“Naughty slut.” The dirty words sent another shiver through me, and I fucked my cock against his leg, desperate for more. “Rutting and begging…I’m going to have to show you how to behave.”
Thank god.
His hand kneaded my ass, drawing moans and little noises from me. “Over the couch, Brat.”
Fantasies flashed through my head and the combination of pain, pleasure, and dirty images was enough to make my knees weak as I climbed off his lap. His lingering caresses and smacks didn’t help either.
By the time I was bent over the back of the couch, ass still hanging out since I was half-dressed, I was nearly panting with need. Roman pressed up against me, pushing me against the couch, and my hard cock dragged against the leather, making me gasp.
“You can’t come until I’m inside you, Brat. But even if you come, that’s not going to stop me. I’m going to fuck you long and hard and then fill you up. I think having my cum plugged deep inside you will help you remember that you need to behave.” Roman’s dirty words made me whine. I tried to push back against him, but I was trapped with just enough freedom to rut against the couch.
He just chuckled and rubbed his jean-covered cock against my ass. “Stay still, Brat, or you’re not going to get to come.”
The threat was hotter than it should’ve been, but I was at the point where anything he said would’ve turned me on even more, as long as he had that passion coming through his voice. “Please.”
My grip on the back of the couch tightened as he pulled away, but I fought to stay still. As much fun as punishments could be, I wanted to orgasm more than anything else. Hearing his clothes start to fall to the floor had me closing my eyes and mentally picturing how he would look, but I didn’t turn around. I wanted nothing to stop the perfection that was coming.
Time seemed to drag by as I heard him move around the room, but it was probably only seconds until I felt him back behind me. I expected to feel him press against me, but only one finger dragged down my shirt as he spoke. “Arch back, Brat. I want to see that ass on display for me.”
There was just enough objectification in his voice to make my cock start dripping precum down the leather. It was so hot I almost came right then. As I stuck my ass out, I heard him hum with pleasure and then a finger started flicking over my hole, making it even more erotic.
“I’m going to have to get some pictures of you like this, just your ass sticking out and your body vibrating with need. They’d be incredible.” He eased into me just enough to make me whimper as he chuckled. “With your plug in, Brat, yes, they’d be perfect…spent…exhausted…but plugged and ready to be used again.”
Fuck. He said the craziest, most perfect things just to make me insane.
“P—” Before the needy word could escape, he’d thrust the slick finger as deep as it would go, caressing over my prostate and making my breath catch in my throat.
Roman just made a low pleased sound and started stretching me. When I had a white-knuckled grip on the couch and it was all I could do to keep from begging, he added a second finger. That pushed back some of the need but not nearly enough. Soon, I was whining and clenching down, trying to silently beg him for more.
When he’d added the third finger and was just dragging things out to torture me, I broke. “Please…you have to…please…”
“Naughty slut, I don’t have to do anything. Yes, I’m going to have to make sure you remember who’s in charge tomorrow. It’s going to be a very long day for you.”
I couldn’t feel regret. Even though he was going to make me insane, I knew it was going to be incredible.
As he finally withdrew all three fingers, I knew what was going to happen, and all I could do was shake. If this was his idea of fast and giving me what I wanted, then I couldn't imagine what he was going to do to me later.
