“Yes.” She tossed her head back and let out a low cry as he played with her slit and hole, delving deeper, then shallow. Her nectar coated his hand and he used it to his advantage. When he rubbed her clitoris harder, she shook and clung onto him.
“Don’t come, not yet,” he murmured. She clenched around his agitating fingers and he removed them, but he was too late. A flood of lustful liquid followed behind the spasm and she bucked her hips against his leg, coming so quickly even her tattoo took time to respond. She lost control of the image and the little cat melted away in the rainbow of colors. It didn’t surprise him; she was a novice and had done well to hold onto it for so long.
“I’m sorry, so sorry,” she panted.
He shook his head in mock anguish. “Such a pity. I’m going to have to take you over my knee and spank you for such a flagrant display of disobedience.”
He sat on the bed and drew the pouting Zara over his knee. He would enjoy spanking her, especially watching her ass turn red while listening to her mewl.
She wriggled and failed to disguise her thin protests. Her plump sex lips were visible below her furrow and the wetness shimmered under the light. He smacked each buttock in turn, and allowed her to squirm for a while before pinning her down with his arm and legs. With her subdued and submissive, he ramped up the speed and intensity.
With a cry, his girl surrendered to him. She needed the release so much and he gave her what she desired with a grateful heart. For now on, they would be together, and perhaps, unlike Vendu coupling, forever. There were to be no doubts in either of their minds that this was the right decision.
* * *
“Mercy, mercy,” she panted.
Galen was fucking her hard when she begged for release. Instead of letting her come, he eased back and slipped out of her pussy, leaving her raised bottom exposed to the cool draft drifting in from the open window. She needed the whisper of cold air; she had an especially hot ass.
Drat. Why did he have to stop just then? She muttered a curse under her breath. He slapped a burning cheek hard and she jerked.
“No. You will learn to control those primitive urges of yours,” he insisted. “Or do I need to take you over my knee again?”
The spanking had been cathartic and she’d cried a lot at the end, but not because it hurt badly. She needed to feel safe and perversely the spanking had delivered exactly what she needed: tears and cuddles. The tears accompanied his smacks, whereas the cuddles came afterwards. Grateful for his care, she’d slid onto the floor by the bed and opened her mouth, ready for him.
After the lengthy use of her mouth, he positioned her on the bed, bent over a pile of pillows, and entered her. He met no resistance and even though he conjured up a modicum of bondage by holding her arms behind her back, she wasn’t his prisoner any longer. She loved the way he ground into her pussy and claimed its entirety.
“Oh, sir, I am trying.” She thumped her forehead on the bed in frustration.
He fingered her furrow. “Are you going to be good or will I have to punish you here?”
A multitude of shivers brought goosebumps along her arms and shoulders. She shuddered as he poked her. She glanced behind her. He looked majestic; naked, knelt behind her raised rump with bulging muscles and wearing a stern expression. When he caught her peeping, he narrowed his eyes and rebuked her with the black line of his eyebrows. She snapped her head forward. The silver-backed gorilla was in residence alongside the alpha wolf. Two dominant creatures! She glowed with delight; he was desperate for her.
“I will be good, sir,” she said meekly.
She relaxed as his cock nudged her pussy open once more and he continued his relentless pummeling. He drove her crazy and she battled to obey him. It didn’t matter that her clit wasn’t the focus of his attention because an impending orgasm teetered on the brink. There was nothing she could do to stop it.
“Oh, no,” she wailed as a pulse of electricity shot through her bud. Her nipples hardened and she tensed. He would have to punish her. It was no good. She wanted this orgasm so much.
He slowed the pace of his thrusts. “Naughty girl,” he growled softly as the contractions waned. In retaliation for her disobedience, he probed her puckered entrance with finger. “I shall punish your tight hole while I fuck you.”
“If it pleases you.” She hugged the pillows beneath her. She meant it; she wanted them to share the pleasures of lovemaking. If he loved her as much as she loved him, she’d give him anything to have him come in her.
“It does please me,” he said sternly. “However, not like this
. You shall ride me so that I can watch your face.” He withdrew and fetched something from a drawer—a large butt plug. He oiled it with the special lubricant. Satisfied with his preparations, he lay on the bed next to her and drew her toward his erection.
She hurried into position. Rising high, she impaled herself on his huge cock and jiggled her hips. “Oh, yes,” she moaned. It took several seconds to achieve maximum penetration. With his hand around the back of her neck, he lowered her head and forced her bottom out. She continued to offer him indignant whimpers. He ignored them, as she expected. The excitement was amazing. She wanted the nerves, the trepidation of not knowing what it would feel like to be doubly penetrated. The unknown was her future and she had to get used to it, if she could. Courage, Zara, find it!
He gazed up at her with two dazzling eyes and a serene expression. He was in control and she had to trust him. She stilled her wriggling ass and relaxed.
“I’m so naughty, sir. Punish my bottom.”
He reached behind with the plug and the tip touched her ass. She instinctively clenched and tightened her hole as the plug slid down her furrow. He stared right into her eyes with a soft rebuke, and she concentrated on releasing the tension. With her lips pressed together to keep her exclamations muted, she opened up her timid asshole to the hard intrusion. Each second that passed meant more stretching, more loosening of taut muscles. Her need to succeed battled her fear of failure. As the plug entered the depths of her bottom, she gasped. The amazing sensation of fullness in both of her holes had outstripped her expectations. Her jaw lowered into a gape of delight as she drifted in a state of bliss, oblivious to any discomforts.
“Move, Zara. Move, my love,” he urged.
She fucked him as he fucked her. She rocked and rode him, making sure her breasts bounced and her hips ground. Whenever his cock thrust into her core, it felt like it was gliding directly against the plug and stretching her more than ever before. The ripples of delight created in her pussy echoed out into her clitoris. As promised he watched her as she came on his command. His face glowed with a flush of excitement when the orgasm reached its apex. She cried out, bucking hard on his lap as she fought to contain the power of the spasms that gripped both his cock and the plug. The contractions almost felt too much, too overwhelming. The electricity unleashed refused to diminish as he used his fingers to agitate her nub, forcing her orgasm to last for ages. When it finally lessened, she slowly folded over him and rested her forehead on his shoulder.