“Ride me, pet,” I command. “But since you lied about getting excited, you don’t get to come tonight. Only good girls get to orgasm, and it seems you need to be punished. Now, fuck me good.”
Anger flickers in her gaze, but Anya does as she’s told, shifting to grip the couch with one hand as she takes my cock in hand, gripping the base firmly as she guides it toward her entrance. For someone who seems to have little more than a week of experience, she’s learned the art of sex quickly. She knows how to touch me, how to move her hips, and when to adjust her pace. I like knowing I’m teaching her the perfect way to fuck me. Like a well-tailored suit, she fits me perfectly.
My balls throb as the head of my cock slides between her folds, her slick pussy lips wetting my tip as she sinks down onto my rigid length. A gentle gasp escapes her lips as I guide her down onto me, gripping her hips more tightly at the glorious sensation of her pussy stretching to fit me like a glove. Fucking Christ, she feels good, and now that she has birth control, I don’t have to endure the frustrating barrier of a condom between me and her hot, wet depths.
As she takes all of me inside her tight pussy and begins to rock, her fingers move to my collared shirt, unbuttoning it to expose my chest and abs. I groan as she leans in to press her lips to my neck, tickling the sensitive skin with light kisses, soft nips, and the teasing flick of her tongue. Her hips roll, shifting so my cock slides in and out of her as she fucks me slowly, her pussy gloriously soft and inviting.
Reaching between us, I press the pad of my thumb against her clit, intent on driving her crazy even though I’ve forbidden her from coming. I want to torture her, and I’m curious if she can even resist me. She said what I did made her sick, and I want to prove her wrong. She might pretend to have morals, but she wants me inside her just as much as every other girl.
Anya whimpers as she continues to ride me, her hips grinding more desperately against me as her pussy tightens. When she tries to slow down, to restrain herself from coming, I pick up the pace, gripping her hip with my free hand and rocking into her more forcefully.
“Play with your nipples,” I rasp, and Anya shivers violently.
Sitting up straight to keep her balance as she obeys, Anya arches her back as she rolls her hips, following my motion like one might in the saddle of a horse. Her golden hair falls over her shoulders as she palms her breasts, pinching her nipples between her thumb and forefingers. I almost lose my load right then and there as she bites her lip to keep quiet.
She’s so close to coming with all the arousing sensations, and I fucking love it.
“Don’t you dare fucking come,” I growl even as I flick her clit more adamantly and thrust deeper inside her.
Anya’s breaths grow more labored as she fights it, and her hands grip her breasts as if she’s trying to cling to her self-control. Her eyes close in concentration, her teeth turning the pad of her lip white as she bites down hard. Still, as I pinch and roll her clit, she can’t stop herself. With an anguished cry, Anya finds her release, her pussy clamping down around me as she milks my cock.
My balls tighten as I fight my own release, and I grip Anya’s hip with bruising force as I shove deep inside her again and again until her orgasm begins to fade.
“You little slut, you just can’t help yourself, can you? Even when I told you not to come,” I mock. “Well, now I’m going to have to punish you for disobeying me as well as lying. You clearly think you can do whatever you want, but that’s not how this agreement works. You’re my pet because that’s all you’re good for, and you need to learn that you don’t get to come unless I give you permission.”
Embarrassment colors Anya’s cheeks as she stills on top of me. Her eyes shine in the dim light, bringing her lust-filled gaze to life.
“Be honest with me this time. Did you like being fucked?”
Defiance flickers across her face, deepening her blush. Then her eyes drop to my chest. “Yes,” she murmurs.
I chuckle darkly at my victory. “Good girl, maybe you did learn a little something. But you still need to be punished for coming. Lick your cum off my cock,” I command.
Anya braces on the back of the couch as she dismounts me to kneel on the plush carpet at my feet. I scoot forward more to give her better access, and she grips my thighs as she leans forward, her breasts grazing the inside of my knees as she takes my cock between her lips. Her tongue strokes down my length, making me throb in her warm mouth as she slurps up her own juices.
Fucking hell, it’s hot watching her taste her own arousal, eating it off my erection like some kind of popsicle. Gripping her golden hair in my fist, I force her head back so she has to look at me. I don’t think I can take her giving me a blowjob right now. Not if I want to punish her fully like I intend.
“You know, that’s how you train a dog not to pee on the carpet, put their face in it. I’ll teach you to be a good pet that obeys me in the same way.”
Fire intensifies Anya’s gaze, but she presses her lips closed, and I’m not sure if the way she talked back to me or her newfound silence pisses me off more. All I know is I want to hurt her for making me doubt myself, even for an instant.
“Go bend over the edge of the pool table,” I say, shoving her in the right direction.
Anya catches herself with her hands against the floor, her glare undeniable before she crawls to her feet, her perfect ass on display as she walks away. Shoving off my shoes and stripping my pants the rest of the way, I rise to follow her, discarding my unbuttoned shirt as I go.
The green felt table has never looked so good as Anya’s creamy skin spreads across it, her hips bending, so her pussy is at a perfect angle for me.
“Spread your arms and grip the sides of the table,” I rasp. “Don’t even think about moving,” I add.
Anya hesitates for just a moment before doing as I say. I get the perfect glimpse of side cleavage as her breasts press against the pool table’s surface. She looks up at me over her shoulder, her eyes suddenly worried as I massage her ass cheeks, admiring their fit roundness.
Bringing my hand down hard, I spank her with a flat palm, making her squeal as her hands grip the table harder. I caress her pinkened cheek and love the way it heats from the punishment. Then I bring my hand down on her other ass cheek. This time she seems determined to remain quiet as she turns her face from me.
Fine, if she thinks she’s so tough, I know how to make her moan. Spreading her cheeks, I shove my cock into her pussy without pause, thrusting until I’m buried inside her up to the hilt. Anya gasps and her walls tighten around me, begging me to fuck her even though she’s only just come. I oblige her, thrusting hard as I take up a brutal pace.
“Remember, pet, you’re not allowed to come. This is your punishment. It’s not about pleasure for you tonight.”
Anya cries out as I find her G-spot with my cockhead and drive into it repeatedly. She’s so wet that despite how tight she is, I slide in and out of her with incredible ease, and God, I want to come. But I refuse to just yet.