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“Ah-ha.” I hiked up the sleeve of my suit jacket and glanced at my watch. “Listen. You wanna go up to my room?”
“Wow.” She blurted out a laugh, like she wasn't sure if she should be offended or flattered or what. “And what exactly are you getting at, captain?”
I leaned closer to her, my breath on her neck. “I'm asking …”
I ran the soft touch of my finger delicately up her slim arm, hooked it under the strap of her dress, and gave it a small, suggestive tug.
“… if you wanna fuck.”
She leaned back from me in a hurry. Maybe to see if I was serious. Maybe because she was about to crack me across the cheek with her open-palm. Her irises strained with an ember of anger. I could tell she wantedto be furious with me, that shewantedto slap me. I could see it in her soul!
… But she didn't. Instead, a softness set in her eyes, like a fallen animal that had accepted its fate. She hooked her arm through mine.
“Okay, captain. I'm yours. Take me to your room.”
I slammed the rest of my drink and gave a smirk.Figures.
***
Her dress and bra laid in a careless, crumpled mess on the floor.
I stood behind her at the edge of the bed. She held her round little ass high in the air, just like I wanted, with her black panties stretched between her knees.
“Oh God!” she shrieked, hoarse and wavering, as I teased her wet folds with the head of my cock. “Please, I want it, I want it—”
She tried to push herself back on me, tried to force me to enter her again.
But my hand came down hard on her ass cheek once more.Crack!
“Isaid,hold still,” I reminded her again.
I rubbed my palm over her ass, soothing the raised welts. Her ass cheeks were a red mosaic, one giant hand-print after another seared into her skin. Each spanking the result of her not obeying.
She whimpered, buried her face into the bed sheets, and submitted to me.
“That's better.” I pushed in and gave her what she wanted.
“Ooooooh,” she howled, her moans muffled by the mattress as I entered her.
I grabbed two handfuls of her raw ass and thrust myself deeper. Her guttural groans grew louder, more urgent—she was close.
Not that I cared. This wasn't about her pleasure. At least for tonight, she belonged to me. And if she was going home to some boyfriend tonight, I wanted him to know it. I wanted him to see how I'd ruined her.
“I wanna ride you!” she begged me suddenly.
“No,” I growled. I didn't want to see her face. “Don't you listen?”
I grabbed a fistful of her hair instead and plunged into her harder, faster. My muscled waist crashed against her rear with rising, rhythmicclaps.
“Oh, God!” she wailed, and a sudden flood of her juices rushed down the base of my manhood and dribbled from my balls.
Ha.The worse I treated her, the wetter her pussy. Unbelievable.
I fucked her harder—longer—faster.
When I came into my condom, I pulled it off, tossed it in the trash, and went straight for the shower.
***
