“Goodnight, Sarah,” Tommy re-shut the hallway pocket door and locked it, effectively blocking the staff quarters from the kitchen.
“Ohmygod!” I was mortified. Tommy dropped the spoon on the counter and plunked the ice cream back into the freezer and then picked me back up, straddling him like before, and kissed between my breasts as he carried me up the stairs. It was as if we hadn’t just gotten caught almost doing it on the kitchen counter.
When we were back in the bedroom he turned off all the lights but one dim lamp, then he laid me on the bed on my back and lavished my breasts with affection as I pushed his jeans the rest of the way off with my feet. My panties weren’t coming off, they were shoved to the side instead and then he was inside of me. He thrust in and out two or three times, then breathed, “You here for me, baby?”
I frantically nodded.
“You gonna give me what I need?”
I nodded some more, running my fingers through his hair and thrusting my pelvis at him,
“You my little cock slave?”
“Mmm hmmm,” I thrust my tongue into his mouth.
“Mmm. Bend over my lap.” He pulled out and sat.
I blinked for a second or two and then directed my mind to forget about Vegas. We weren’t there and there was no anger on his face. I crawled over him eagerly.
He started running his hand up and down my ass, and then he hauled off and gave it a slap, sending my pelvis down, flat across his lap. He ended the slap with fingers digging in, not painfully, possessively. This didn’t feel like punishment, this was fuck-hot!
It filled me with lust, made me so wet down below and I was almost seeing stars in the dim room. His fingertips slid under the lace of the panties and teased me for a few strokes and then he took his hand away.
I was so into this right now. I lifted my rear end into the air and he slapped it again and murmured, “Greedy girl.”
I moaned. Yes, I could be what he wanted; all his. I could make sure he had what he needed. I could give him me, let him have me, it’d be what he wanted and exactly what he needed and the idea of that got me so wet, so ready. He slapped my ass again, “You like that?”
“Yes, baby.” I answered, feeling so wanton, so his.
He slapped me again and this time grabbed my ass harder. It hurt but I let myself feel it and then gave in to it and the feeling --- it was so freeing. Then he leaned over and bit down on my butt cheek. I squealed in surprise and pain. He let out a deep throaty laugh and then went, “Mmmm, you’re so fucking mine, you know that?”
“Yes.” I answered all breathy and feeling all emotional.
“Beg for it,” he whispered.
“Please, Tommy.”
“You want me to spank you?”
“Yes, please.” Oh fuck, oh please.
“You want me to fuck you?”
‘Oh, yeah, Tommy.”
“Yeah what?”
“Please, Tommy.”
He put me on the bed on my knees and then took me from behind, holding my hair in a ponytail at the nape of my neck.
“Please what?”
“Please fuck me, Tommy.”
“Mmm…I’m gonna fuck you so hard.”
“Yeah, baby.”