“But—”
I held her open and moved between her legs, my chest pressing against her wet heat, her soft abdomen and thighs a cushion for my massive shoulders. “But what, Tiffani?”
“But I’m not… I mean, I’m sorry. Never mind. It’s nothing.” She turned her face away from me, her eyes dark… ashamed. The sight angered me.
“I warned you, mate.”
“Warned me?”
Lifting her from the ledge, I pulled her into the water before laying her on her stomach. She lifted her hands to the edge of the bathing pool and held on, her ass perfectly on display where it floated above the water. “What did I say would happen if you doubted my desire, doubted your beauty?”
She shook her head. “I don’t know.”
Smack!
I spanked her plump, round ass and she squealed in surprise.
“That was for lying, mate. Now, tell me what I said would happen if you spoke of yourself in a negative way.”
“That you’d spank me. You have to be kidding.”
I rubbed her bottom, her back, telling her with my touch how gorgeous her body was, how perfect. “I will never make light of your perfection. Nor will I allow anyone to speak poorly of you.” I tugged on her hair so she would turn her head and look at me. When our gazes locked, I spoke again. “Nor will I allow you to speak poorly of yourself.”
Tears welled in her eyes and I released my hold, allowed her to turn away before I lost myself in her gaze, before I gave in and fucked her before giving her the solid reassurance she needed, comfort and security in the knowledge that I was in control, that I would honor her, defend her, protect her, even from herself.
Smack!
Smack!
Smack!
With each sharp strike
of my palm on her naked flesh she writhed, her bottom turning a gorgeous shade of pink. I didn’t spank her all that hard, but the sound of it in the tiled room was quite loud.
She turned her face to the side, her small teeth lightly sinking into the soft flesh of her arm.
Checking on her mental state, the response of her body, I lowered my touch to explore her wet folds and found her soft and slick, and not from water. But the spanking was not enough for my beast. He wanted complete dominance, ownership of her body in every way. He wanted complete submission. Tiffani needed to understand exactly who she belonged to now. Her body was mine. Her pleasure was mine. Her pussy, her breasts, her round bottom, soft skin and tight ass, mine. The beast rose and I knew my eyes were changing color, going black as night as my gaze roved over her pink bottom and full curves.
Mine. I agreed.
I reached above us to the wall, pulling down the smallest of the curved sex toys from its hook. Quickly coating both her tight rosette and the small end of the device with the scented oil, I spread open her pussy and slowly inserted the thick end of the curved device.
“Deek!” Her eyes went wide before closing in blissful surrender. “God, what are you doing?”
“Making sure you know who you belong to.”
“I thought you were spanking me.”
“I am, mate. I’m not finished with you yet.”
Her only response was a soft moan as I slowly, so carefully worked my finger into her, coating her tight little hole. I moved the larger end of the device in and out of her wet heat, rotating the bulbous head over and over the ridge of resistance, the muscle within her core that I knew would bring her pleasure.
When I was sure she could take the rest, I removed my finger and slid the opposite end of the sexual device into her tight ass.
“Oh, God.”
“Do you want me to stop?”