He leads me through to the bedroom. “Get undressed,” he says, shucking off his boots at the same time. “Can’t sleep with your clothes on.”
He watches me as I remove my clothes. I see the flames of desire in his eyes and that makes me feel alive. I’m still here. I’m still breathing. Once I’m naked I run over and kiss him before I know what’s happening.
“This twenty-four hour thing,” he says between embraces. “I’m thinking maybe making it a lifetime instead. What do you think?”
“As long as you don’t run off without another word. That hurt me, Enzo. More than you know.”
“I promise never to hurt you again.” He squeezes my ass so hard I gasp, melting into his arms when he relaxes his grip. “Except when you beg me to.”
“Don’t promise me anything,” I reply. “Just take me to bed.”
He lifts me into his arms, taking my words literally, placing me down on my back on top of the blankets. He strips the rest of his things off, standing before me with not a stitch on him, his cock hard and pointing toward me.
“You want to sleep?” he asks, stroking his cock gently back and forth.
“Not anymore,” I admit, staring at it. I’m bone-tired but my pussy is getting wet just watching him do that. I look at his tattoos, his scars, and his muscles. The whole package. I can’t help but lick my lips at the sight of him.
“I told you to keep the gun with you,” he says, rolling me onto my front, placing a pillow under my hips so my ass is sticking toward him. “You left it out there, didn’t you?”
“I didn’t want to touch it again.”
“You have to get over your revulsion when your safety is at risk.”
“I will.”
“I know you will but I want you to remember what happens when I give you an order. You must obey it.”
“I will remember.”
He strokes his hands over my ass, massaging my buttocks gently, kneading them with his firm knuckles. “You remember your safe word, don’t you?” He strokes a line down to my tight little hole.
“Uh-huh.”
“Good.” He removes his hand and brings it smacking down on my ass an instant later. The sound is loud in the bedroom, reaching my ears at the same time as the sharp sting of pain spreads through me. “You were a bad girl, weren’t you? Disobeying me like that.”
“I was bad,” I admit, a tingling moving from where he spanked me and spreading across my pussy. I can feel how wet I am there as my thighs shift in place when he spanks me a second time. The sting is as powerful as the first time.
I feel more alive than before, more awake, ever more in need of him inside me.
“If I tell you to keep a gun close, you’ll do it next time, won’t you?”
“I will.”
“Good girl.” He spanks me again, this time keeping his hand on my ass, exploring between my buttocks, leaning down, and flicking his tongue over the tiny little hole back there. I jolt in place, sparks of electricity moving deep to a place inside me I didn’t know existed.
“You want me in there, don’t you?” he asks, moving his tongue around the hole a moment later, delving slightly inside, sending new waves of sinful pleasure washing over me.
“I do.”
“Only when you learn to obey my instructions,” he says, sitting up and spanking me again. “Remember this next time I tell you to do something.” His finger goes where his tongue went before. Into my ass.
He’s covered it in something slippery because the digit stretches me easier than I expected. I tense up but then it’s widening me, moving deeper.
A dull ache becomes an intensity of pleasure that’s only enhanced by knowing how naughty a thing this is to do. “I’ll plug you the next time you disobey me.”
“I’ll do whatever you say,” I reply in a low voice, grinding back against his hand.
“I know you will.”