This time his hand landed on my bare ass, and I squirmed and tried to escape, but his other hand was pressed none too gently into the small of my back, keeping me in place as he wailed away on my as. I tried putting my hands behind me, but he captured them too and held them beneath his hand in the small of my back, rendering them useless.
“Please, Garrick!” I was crying real tears now because those were real freaking slaps, and as turned on as I was, I was still afraid because he wasn’t saying a word as he doled out his punishment. “You going to be my good girl? You going to behave?” Why, oh, why didn’t I just nod my head like the good girl he wanted me to be?
Instead, I turned my head to glare back at him. “Fuck off!” Now you’ve got to know that I have never sworn at him or even in his presence; in fact, it’s not something I do very often as it wouldn’t fit in with his perception of me and how he'd raised me as was evident by the way his eyes grew wide at my outburst and the spanking continued.
I guess he felt guilty when he saw what he’d done to me because after the last slap and my ass was on fire, I felt his palm running soothingly over my ass as if in apology, but nope, I thought wrong. His fingers left off, rubbing my sore flesh to find their way between my thighs to tease just the outside of my pussy lips.
Each time they grazed me, I tried spreading my legs to get his attention. There was a growing need inside me that started with the first spank and was now strumming through me like wildfire that ended between my thighs. I know I was wet, I could hear it around the long thick finger he pushed up inside me, and then there was another.
My cries turned to moans as I moved against his thigh, trying to get in the right position to rub my aching clit into the coarse wool of his slacks, but he thwarted me once again. “Please. I was begging for what I’m not sure, but I needed something. Each time he’d bring me close, then ease off until I was yelling at him to put an end to my torment.
He sawed his fingers in and out of me faster until my body drew up tight, and I knew my orgasm was going to be massive. Just as my pussy started to tingle and my nerve endings were on edge, the fiend pulled his fingers out of me and pushed me off his lap, rather unceremoniously, I might add. Yes, he pushed me and then tried to walk away.
Somehow, I ended up wrapped around his leg, hindering him from leaving. At this point, I wasn’t sure any longer what the game was, but I knew we couldn’t leave it like this. I was at the precipice of something, again, I don’t know what, but there was something wild coming alive inside of me that only he could tame.
“Let go, Madeline.” Madeline, not sweet Maddie like he’d taken to calling me lately. That made me cry harder. I was a wailing horny mess who needed her man to wrap his arms around her and heal the ache between her thighs. I clung tighter until he hobbled around the room with me attached. I don’t know why; I mean, things were bad enough at this point, but when he ignored me like I wasn’t latched onto his leg, I bit him.
That’s how I ended up on my hands and knees in the middle of the room’s living room, stuffed full of cock. It was so good, like an incessant itch deep inside of me was finally being scratched. I cried and screamed for different reasons this time because he was being so rough, just the way I like it when he loses control.
But once again, as soon as I got close, which I don’t know how the rat knew, he pulled out again. I was dragged, yes dragged, not carried to the bedroom where I was pulled over his lap to straddle his cock, and now here, we are. He was still giving me very unpleasant looks like he wanted to strangle me, but now that I was in the dominant position, I figured two could play this game.
He’d lost his mind with the blow job. I wonder what he’d do with the Kegels and other pussy exercises I’d looked up since we started having sex. The first time I massaged his cock with my pussy walls, his eyes widened, and his nostrils flared.
He rubbed my ass as if in warning, but I didn’t care; my pussy felt too good to stop now, and besides, I like this game of cat and mouse. I licked my finger while holding his eyes, then touched my clit and watched as his eyes darkened. “Fuuuuuck!” He growled, then pulled me down to kiss me or, more like, ravish me.