Two more quick licks from Dr. Pepper and my pussy flooded as a moan came from deep in my throat and escaped my lips. The pain had somehow shot sparks of pleasure straight to my clit, causing me to squirm in Ansel’s lap. The realization that I wasn’t squirming to get away from him scared me. Lust hung heavy in the air, blanketing my body and warming me up for more.
Another hard lick and I accepted that he’d been right. I wanted him to keep hitting me because each lick had my pussy convulsing in pleasure, and the stimulating sensations enticed me to squirm even harder.
Thwack!
My moans came louder this time, making me close my heavy eyes to the delicious sensations he’d sparked within me.
“There is no enjoyment in life without the rough touch of fear or the biting grip of pain.” His voice barely registered over the gratifying stir that had taken over my body.
Three of the hardest licks yet landed on my sore ass, and I became engulfed in a shot of pleasure so strong I forgot who the hell I was.
“Oh God! Mmm.” My head dropped into the couch as the orgasm shot through my starved body and left me meowing like a kitten in heat. I’d never experienced anything like this. My morning shower had been destroyed, my pussy drenched. I needed to change my underwear, take another shower, and wash my clothes.
I remained in place across Ansel’s lap since I was too stunned, and my body was too relaxed to move. He’d left me a panty-soaked puddle of nerves and anxious energy. My breath heaved as I was useless to do anything but lay there.
Ansel’s heavy hand turned delicate as he started to rub my ass with soothing strokes. He glided with gentle ease across my jean-covered bottom, easing my mind as much as my ache. The stinging had already started to be lulled into a gentle ache, but I didn’t care. The pain had been well worth the outcome. I hadn’t come that hard in a long time. Who was I kidding? I’d never come that hard.
The aftermath of the orgasm was still coursing through me, making my body shiver with a satisfying throb I savored. When I found the strength to lift my neck, I peered back at Ansel.
He lowered his arrogant face closer to mine. “Fuck what you’ve heard. It’s not all about torture, Doc.”
I’d learned my lesson about assuming.
He helped me up from his lap, but instead of sitting next to him, I slid down in front of him, preparing to return the favor. He stopped me by gripping my hand and pulling me back to the couch.
“It doesn’t work like that, Doc. I’ll have to teach you how to ask and how to obey. This counts as the only freebie you’ll get. Are you ready to cross the fence you’ve been straddling?”
What in the heck was he luring me into? I shifted in my seat to ease the sting on my buttocks. Each shift reminded me of the sensational way he’d just made me fall apart. My nipples were still hard and aching, and he noticed. A satisfied smile shone in his eyes but didn’t meet his lips.
“I’ll be honest with you, Doc. I’m not like anything you’ve had before. Some men like to have sex, some like to fuck, some even like to get rough.”
He pointed a finger into his chest as his glare penetrated mine and had me hanging on to his every word.
“I will be brutal.”
Speechless, I couldn’t move. I couldn’t say a damn word in response. What was I supposed to say? His words scared me as much as they excited me. Like the way he’d sent panic jetting through me and put me through pain before he turned it all around and gave me delicious pleasure. Now, his words were scaring the hell out of me and turning me on at the same time.
“Once I’m done with you, Doc, you’ll need recovery days. But, I won’t spring it on you too fast. I’ll get you to my level in stages.”
Still speechless, I sat listening. “Stages?” That one word was squeezed out among the jumble of questions and confusion swirling around in my head.What in the hell was he planning to do to me?
“Yes. Stages. Its imperative that I build you up to the kind of fucking I like to do.”
“Build me up?” I was a parrot. As much as I talked and rambled, I was unable to form a proper sentence.
“Yes, Doc. Build you up. If I fucked you the way I’m picturing in my head right now, you’d never let me fuck you again. I’m talking grown man kind of fucking. Wild and nasty fucking. The kind of fucking that’s going to have us calling for people who died before we were born. The kind that’s going to have your lower half numb. The kind that’s going to have your pussy wet enough for me to drown in. The kind that’s going to have you tipping and limping through the house instead of walking—”
“I get the point, Ansel,” I exclaimed, raising my hand when it was apparent he wasn’t going to stop until I said something. As much as I hated my body for reacting, his nasty words were making me hot. I’d be damned if he didn’t know it too.
“Once you’re mine, no one else is allowed to touch you. If the marks I leave on your body don’t tell a story, I will have failed you and myself. And I’m not talking about physical bruises. I’m talking about marking your body to respond to my commands. I’m talking about marking that pussy to respond only to my dick.”
With wide, unblinking eyes, I swallowed, and my loud gulp sounded. Whether it was his intention or not, he was making me wet all over again. My chest bounced up and down, chasing every exhausted breath. My foggy mind searched for words, but my tongue was weighted down by bricks, stalling my ability to speak.
“I’ll ask you once more,” he voiced sternly as his unyielding gaze held me in place. “Are you going to be my submissive?”
I nodded—eager, terrified, anxious, and scared. As quickly, I changed my mind and shook my head when I realized what I was agreeing to.
“Doc, why must you keep testing me? You’re playing with fire.”