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“You’ve been a bad girl.”


He towered over me. I nervously went to take a sip from my glass, but he took it from me before it reached my lips. After setting the wine on the bedside table, he pulled me to him roughly, his hands pressed into my lower back.


This kiss this time was more forceful, more urgent. At first, our tongues intertwined, but then he pulled back, our lips barely touching, making me strain to press my lips to his. He was in control of the situation, and I was in trouble.


Just the way I like it.


His hands slid down my back and over my butt, and he grabbed it forcefully, wadding the fabric up in his hands. My dress was quickly pulled over my head and off and thrown into the corner of the room. He lifted his lips away from mine and kissed down my chin, under my ear, down my neck, to my collar bone.


Meanwhile, his hands expertly released the hooks on my bra. My heavy breasts pressed the fabric forward and away from my body. His lips followed the strap off of one shoulder and down my arm. Then the bra was tossed in the general direction of my dress.


With his hands on my upper arms, he pressed his face into my breasts. First the right, then the left, his mouth encircled my nipple. His teeth pressed into my skin with a large but gentle bite, while his tongue circled around with the added occasional flick. Then with some suction, he dragged his teeth over my skin and bit the nipple before drawing away.


His hands moved from my arms to my shoulders, and he pushed me down to the floor. The tip of his hard cock trailed over my body as I descended, and it sprung up in front of my face. I did not start sucking as he had done with Mr. Calloway. Instead of immediately taking his cock in my mouth, I went to his balls first. Kissing them, licking them, I cupped them in my hand and pressed my middle finger at the base.


Normally I would kiss my way up his shaft, but he was too impatient for that now. He put his hand on the back of my head and made a fist, grabbing a handful of hair. My head bobbed back and forth under his control as he fucked my mouth. His cock filled my mouth with a silkiness, but I made an effort not to gag when it forced its way down my throat.


With all the excitement, I thought surely he would cum soon. I was wrong. Instead, he yanked my head back and pulled me to my feet. His hands pressed into my back again, firmly pushing my breasts into his bare chest. He put his lips next to my ear and said, “I’m going to fuck you just as your Mr. Calloway fucked me. And there is nothing you can do about it.”


He grabbed my arm, spun me around, and pushed me forcefully onto the bed. I heard him pick up the oil. His hand slid down my stomach and his fingers spread around my clit, and he used that to grip my hip and pull me into standing. My legs were locked with my ass in the air, while my head stayed buried in the covers.


His other hand reached between my thighs and spread my legs apart. I stiffened and waited for the feeling of the oil dripping down my crack. It didn’t come. Everything stood still for a moment. His fingers didn’t move over my clit, and his other hand didn’t touch me at all.


I felt the movement of his body and knew what was coming a split second before it happened. As soon as I had begun to wonder what the stillness was about, his open hand smacked my buttcheek with a painful slap. And then again, slowly, deliberately, another blow was dealt to the other cheek.


“In addition,” he said, with another smack, “you disobeyed me.” Smack! Smack!


Suddenly, his hand was in my hair again, and he pulled me up to a standing position. He put the half full glass of wine in front of me. “Finish it.” I drained the glass. He pushed my head back into the bed.


I stiffened, expecting the next spank, but it didn’t come. Instead, as I expected earlier, he deliberately poured the oil over my ass. It dripped between my cheeks, then between my lips and down my inner thigh, although I couldn’t confirm that all of that was just oil. His hands went to work rubbing it in, making sure I was well coated.


A finger massaged its way around my asshole, teasing, tempting to go in. I took a deep breath and focused on relaxing, arching my back and raising my butt high in the air to make it more accessible. For my efforts, I unexpectedly got another series of smacks. By being off guard, it made them sting more. I lost my footing and collapsed onto the bed. My lover again reached between my legs, teased me by coming so close yet so far away from my clit, and pulled me to my feet again.


“Also,” he said while his finger went back to work, slowly circling it’s way into my ass, “How do you know Mr. Calloway?” He plunged his middle finger in several time before quickly removing in and delivering a few more blows to my cheeks.


He continued to alternate between smacks and fingers, giving my poor pussy and clit no attention whatsoever. Once my butt was sufficiently warmed, instead of fingers, it was his cock he slipped in this time. The head pried me open wider and wider, when I thought that it would surely be in all the way, it spread me even more. Finally, with a pop, the ridge passed my sphincter, and his cock began to fill me.


My pussy ached from the lack of attention. Yet even as he drove himself into my ass, I felt the orgasm swell up within me. He pulled his cock completely out, then plunged it back in again, never letting me get acclimated to the rhythm, delaying my release.


Finally, he sunk himself into me to the hilt and held steady. My muscles involuntarily contracted against him, tightening and loosening against my lover’s cock. He leaned over me, his bare torso completely connecting with my back, and as he came into my ass, he whispered in my ear, “Thank you.”