Finn likes to make me beg.
And no matter how much I resist, holding on to my pride, he breaks me and then once he’s done, he coaxes me back, lovingly, gently with whispered praises that makes my blood stir and my heart tremble.
He moves his mouth against mine, growing more demanding by the second and I have no choice but to surrender to him, feeling small and feminine as he overtakes me so thoroughly. He licks in my mouth, and I let out a small whine, feeling wetness trail down my inner thigh.
And then he’s pulling my head back with a harsh grip on my hair and attacking my throats, licking and sucking while deliberately leaving marks that I’ll have to hide with a muffler tomorrow. He nips at my collarbone and I’m arching into his body, my nipples tightening into hard painful points.
I feel his lips curve into a smirk against my neck and he trails wet kisses up along my neck towards my ear, his hand in my hair holding me in the position he wants me in. His words are harsh against my ear, “You shoved me.”
“W-What?” I gasp out, mindlessly, feeling his hand dip into my skirt, squeezing my ass.
“When you walked in here,” Finn reminds me in a friendly manner.
This makes me swallow because I know what lurks underneath that friendly tone.
“You pushed me and you hurled accusations at me.”
My eyes widen and I find the courage to growl. “Well, they were—”
“I think that deserves some punishment,” he cuts me off, casually
I freeze. His punishments are usually keeping me from coming till he decides to let me. The end result nearly has me passing out and has me seeing white. I both love it and hate it. “Look—” I try to say something.
Finn doesn’t give me the chance, whirling me around pressing down on my back to bend me over the arm of the armchair. It’s a soft one so it’s not uncomfortable but I end up having to hold the other arm of the cushy chair for support.
My skirt is being pulled up and when I feel the cool air against my backside, I have an ominous feeling about how he plans to punish me. I open my mouth to protest and all he has to do is tighten his grip on my hair. I fall obediently silent, only gasping out when he tears the delicate panties I had on, off me. I hear the tearing off the cloth and I remind myself that he’s going to be buying me underwear if he keeps destroying every set I own.
My lower half is completely bare for his perusal and I can feel his large hand caressing my ass, squeezing it, and I let out a shuddering breath, asking warily, “What are you going to do?”
“I think you need a spanking.”
I can’t even look back at him, his grip in my hair is holding me in place, and I swallow, knowing what’s to come, anticipating it.
However, my silence has him tightening his fingers in my hair and asking in a harsh voice, “Don’t you agree?”
Oh, God, I love it when he uses that tone with me.
My pussy is almost drenched with the way he so casually mishandles me. “Y-Yes,” I groan, trying to restrain the urge to rub my legs together as the throbbing between my legs intensifies.
“Yes, what?” he asks in a dangerous tone.
“Yes, please,” the involuntary moan is torn out from me.
There’s mocking laughter in his voice as he squeezes my right buttock. “Look at you, begging to be spanked by me.”
This thing between us, I am the one to let go of my pride, letting him dominate me, and I know that those words have no sense of truth behind them. At the end of the day, Finn holds me, respects me, loves me. But in the bedroom, I’ve learned we both like this. I prefer to be completely submissive and he likes to be harsh, almost rough, his taunts barbed and accurate. And they turn me on, the mixture of needy desperation with that tinge of humiliation, it makes me go wild.
But in truth, it’s only with this man that I allow this, that I’m comfortable enough. Any other person and I would never have let them put me in such a position. There’s an unspoken trust between me and Finn. In fact, that is what he uses to control me and that is what lets me let him do this.
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nbsp; A shiver ripples along my spine as I feel his hand caress my ass so softly and I lick my lips, feeling unnerved.
“I want you to count,” he orders.
“Okay.” My voice is meek, not looking forward to the pain and yet knowing it’s going to turn me on.
When his palm strikes down on my ass, my eyes widen in shock, feeling the burn spread across my cheek and I let out a small sound.