Cora laughs against my mouth. “In case you didn’t guess this last night, I don’t care about what my father thinks. Not about this.” She pushes me back onto the couch, climbs on top of me so her red curls are cascading in a curtain down toward my face. “But maybe you’re right,” she says. “Maybe I’m just a bad girl who does naughty things. After all, no one ever taught me to behave.”
Her lips crash down on mine, and I groan because I can’t stop myself I can’t fight this, not now when she’s right here begging me for the very thing I’ve wanted. But not like this. I sit up and lift Cora off me, setting her on her feet just long enough for me to pull that skirt off her hips. She’s wearing panties this time, a lacy turquoise thong that makes me want to take it off with my teeth. There’s time for that later. Instead I guide her back over my lap again, just like last night.
“I’ll teach you to behave,” I say, barely recognizing my own voice as my hand comes down on her ass. “I wasn’t quite finished last night when we were interrupted.”
“Yes,” she pants. “Please.”
I grab her panties, gathering the fabric into my fist and pulling them taut so I can see the outline of her pussy and the edges of her perfect asshole. She’s soaked through the tiny piece of cloth, and I run my fingers across her clit. The way she shudders is almost enough to make me come. I press my thumb down harder, rolling it in circles, using her panties against her as the friction of the fabric gets her off. “Is this what you want?” I ask, “To get off?”
“God, yes.”
I pull my hand away and spank her twice. “Well, then you have to promise to be good. If you’re not good, you’ll be spanked more.” I let my hand fall harder on her skin, just to prove my point. She cries out, and at the same time her back arches into me. Moving back to her pussy, I stroke her lips, tracing the outside through the fabric before dipping underneath. That first stroke, that first feeling of heat, is everything that I imagined it would be. She moans as I push a finger inside her, and I immediately pull away. Three quick, glancing blows just at the base of her ass where the skin turns tender. “I told you to be good,” I say. “Now be quiet and let me play with you.”
Her mouth is muffled where it’s pressed into the couch. “Yes, Sir.”
Something dark and primal unlocks at her words. I’ve never considered myself a kinky person—never been into sadism or bondage or anything you see in those strange romance novels. But I have a girl over my lap, and I’m spanking her, and I love it. It feels right. I feel powerful, knowing I can give her both pleasure and pain and she’ll like both, and even further, she’ll accept both.
I never thought I wanted to be called “Sir” in the bedroom, but the way she says it, like I’m the most powerful man in the world, makes me want to run to the rooftop and pound on my chest, crowing that she’s mine. I like it more than I should. “I see you’ve taken my advice,” I say, smoothing my hand over her ass. “You’ve decided to show me some respect.”
“Yes, Sir.”
Again, that surge of adrenaline and power. Another spank, and another, and another, and Cora doesn’t make a sound. I pull her up so she can straddle my lap, but I keep my hand at her pussy, working my fingers back inside. She’s sitting on them now. “Are you going to be good?”
“As good as I can.”
I thrust up into her, and she moans. “There’s a condom in my wallet. Get it, put it on me. The wallet is on the desk.” She lifts herself off me and retrieves it, returning to straddle me as she undoes my belt. “Missing something?” I ask, wiggling my fingers and unable to contain my smirk as she blushes and works her pussy back onto the three fingers I have bunched together just for her. I brush my thumb across her clit while she works at my belt and pulls my cock out of my pants.
Her breath goes shallow when she sees me fully erect, and I thrust up into her, letting her imagine what this is going to feel like. She seems almost shy as she rolls the condom onto me, hesitant. “Have you changed your mind?” I ask.
She laughs softly. “No. It’s just—” I wait for her to continue, while she finishes placing the condom. “I’ve never been with someone who’s as big as you are.”
A swell of pride rises up in my chest and I lift her up, guiding myself to her entrance. “Then take your time,” I say. “Take as long as you need to get me inside you. But Cora,” I say and she looks at me. “Once I’m inside you, I’m going to fuck you. And I’m not going to hold back.”
She lowers herself onto me, and we both groan. She feels so good, so hot and tight that I could come right now. But what a waste that would be. I press my lips to her skin, feeling her chest rise and fall in little pants as she slowly works herself onto me. It’s exquisite torture, and I say so.
“Maybe I like torturing you,” she says, but it’s all breath and no voice. Her eyes flutter closed as she takes another inch, and I hold my breath because God, it’s so good. And then she’s there, and her pussy clenches around me and I almost lose it. Almost.
“Good girl,” I say softly, and she shudders. I give her a moment to adjust, feeling the way she moves her hips against mine, feeling the way I fill her up—and I do, completely. “This needs to go,” I say, pushing her shirt off her shoulders. And when that’s gone I help her unhook her bra so that I can finally see those breasts I’ve been fantasizing about. Cora’s nipples are a dusky red that compliment her skin, and I have to taste them because I can’t help myself. The way they pebble and harden under my tongue is so fucking hot, and I know that I can’t wait anymore.
“You don’t have to be quiet anymore,” I say. “I want to hear how loud you can scream.” And then I thrust up into her. It’s not a scream at first, it’s a gasp and then a moan, and fucking her is like a dream come true. I want this to last forever, but I know that it won’t. We’re both too riled up, too overwhelmed by the last two days for it to last.
I push faster, pulling her hips down with every stroke so that she’s fucking me just as much as I’m fucking her, and it’s amazing. Cora squeezes me, her pussy like a damn vise of pleasure and I have to grit my teeth to keep from coming. She’s going to come with me. Pulling her against me, I hold her still so that I can fuck her faster, and I love her voice in my ear, screaming my name, asking for more, saying yes please yes please fuck .
“Don’t come,” I tell her.
Her voice is more a sob than a moan. “Why?”
“Because I told you not to.”
Her entire body shudders again, and I watch her head thrown back, eyes closed, fighting the or
gasm that I’m at once giving her and denying her. It’s perfect. We’re both close, almost there. I squeeze my hand between our bodies, reaching out to touch her clit and as I do her body goes rigid, pussy locking down, and she screams. I hold on a second longer before I tell her, “Now,” and I feel her body shake with the explosion of her climax. I let go, thrusting into her again and again and again, shouting my own climax that feels like it’s ripped from me and suddenly I’m blind. There’s nothing in the universe but this pleasure, and fuck, it’s good. So good. For a moment, I’m suspended in it, lost, and then I come crashing down, collapsing back into my body with a breathless Cora on top of me, my cock still deep inside her.
“Fuck,” she says, mouth against my chest.
I laugh. “Fuck is right.” Helping her off me, I toss the condom and turn to find her retrieving her clothes and putting them back on. “Going so soon?”
She grins. “We both have to be here early tomorrow. I was going to invite you back to my apartment, but I think we both know how that would go. But tomorrow evening,” she says, coming closer as she buttons up her shirt, “I don’t have any plans.”
Pulling her against me so I can get one last feel of her, I press my lips to hers. “You have plans now.”
“What about my father? Aren’t you worried?” Her voice has a playful, mocking note. “You’ve gotten over your fear so quickly?”
“No,” I admit. “But I think you and I both know we can’t do anything to stop this.”
“So what should we do tomorrow?”
I swallow. “I don’t know. But I’m going to spend all night thinking about it.”
“Me too.”
5
I have no idea what I’m doing. I went on total instinct last night, and even though it was the hottest night of my life, I feel out of my depth. I don’t feel ashamed of it, but I’ve never done anything like this before. I don’t know the rules or how it’s supposed to work. I spent half the night researching, and there are so many individual variations that it’s still infinitely complex. One thing seems clear though, Cora and I need to define this. What we want from each other. Set some boundaries.