“Do you want me, Laura?” he asked.
“Yes, Master,” I replied. Calling him Master felt so right.
“Kneel and show me how much you want to please me.”
I went to my knees and still didn’t say a word. In the book, Lisa bowed her head and I copied the writing.
“You look beautiful and submissive. What should I do with you?” he asked.
“Reward me, Master.” I answered.
“Did I give you permission to speak?”
“No, Master.”
“Five lashings for you. Get up and lean over the back of the sofa.”
I got up and rested my stomach on the back of the sofa, my hands holding onto the edge, placing my ass up in the air.
Like in the book, Dean ran his hands all over my ass.
I shook with excitement. Dean was going to punish me. Should wanting to submit to the man I love repulse me? I couldn’t think of a single reason to say no.
His hand landed smartly on one ass cheek and I yelped. The second followed by the third, fourth and fifth. Tears stung my eyes and he soothed a hand over the red flesh. My ass felt warm and hot.
“Are you going to speak without permission?” he asked.
“No, Master.”
“Good. Kneel,” he commanded.
Without questioning him, I got to my knees before him and he played with my hair. I’d kept the length loose, as I wanted to be prepared for our time together.
“Look at me,” he said.
I looked up and my eyes strayed to his hands on his belt. I watched as he unbuckled his belt and dropped his jeans.
“Open those pretty lips,” he told me.
I opened my lips and he drove his cock into my mouth. My fingers went to his thighs and as he pushed his cock to the back of my throat, I took all of him in. He didn’t give me time to get prepared for what was happening. When he pulled out,
he surged right back inside, going even deeper. I couldn’t stop gagging, and he went slower as he got deeper.
The trust I felt with him baffled me. I felt in my heart and mind that I could trust him. Dean wouldn’t do anything to hurt me. I know this and it gave me power. Filled me with the need to please him.
Once I pleasured him enough, he pulled his shaft out of my mouth and pulled me up with a tight grip on my arm. Not painful. He bent me over the edge of the sofa and thrust his cock inside my wet cunt. I was soaking wet. The tops of my thighs would be glistening with my arousal.
“Fuck. Tell me, Laura, tell me you want me to fuck you,” he ordered.
Laura knew in that instant that Dean couldn’t take his pleasure from her without her permission.
“Fuck me, Dean,” I whispered.
“Tell me to fuck you hard and fast.”
“Fuck me hard. Make me burn,” I told him.
He rammed inside my pussy and fucked me harder than any other time. Dean is a considerate lover and his fingers found my clit as he fucked me from behind. The mating was pure and carnal. I couldn’t stop screaming as a hand landed on my ass. I knew the scene from his book was changing with our own needs and desires. We didn’t need to follow a book to be turned on.