“Where to begin?” He asked, his gaze thoughtful. “Have you ever been spanked before, Mallory?” He asked.
“No, she breathed, her lips parted. She had never had any sexual experiences that came close to what Jake wanted to do with her. If sex had flavors, then the only one she had ever sampled was vanilla. Heading into chocolate territory now, she thought a bit madly. Or was it Rocky Road?
Jake was suddenly grasping her hair at the scalp, tugging her inexorably forward until she was sprawled across his lap. As he had promised, the pain of it sent tingles through her, starting at her head and spreading out through her body until they reached her sex.
He shoved her legs away from the support of the couch, pulling her head downward by her hair until her toes were barely touching the ground; she was draped over his knees, her ass in the air.
“Now,” he said softly. “I believe that you have been very disobedient since we met: defying me in my office; refusing to go out with me; fighting me as I tried to take you just now.” His voice turned hard. “This behavior stops now.”
Mallory shivered at his brash words, her pu**y contracting. She tensed, anticipating the same sting she had experienced from his earlier slap. But she jumped as he ran a gentle hand over her right cheek, then her left, stroking her until she relaxed across his lap.
“Your safe work is ’red’, Mallory. If it all becomes too much, just say the word and it will all stop.”
Mallory relaxed further, reassured now that she had an out, had regained some modicum of control in the situation. “Thank you,” she whispered.
She could almost hear him grinning. “You’re welcome, sub.”
Sub. The term should have disconcerted her, but instead warmth flooded her chest at the word. He had branded her with the name, claiming her as his to do with as he wished.
His hand left her for a moment, and then it cracked down on her ass, the sound of it seeming to resound throughout the room. Pain bloomed on her right ass cheek, and she cried out. But after a few moments, heat spread out from the area of impact, pervading her pu**y and making her cl*t throb. Mallory was shocked by her visceral reaction.
She only had a second to wonder at it before his hand cracked down on her left cheek. This time she only let out a small whine, more prepared for the impact. His hand smacked down on her again and again, never hitting the same place twice. Within minutes, her ass was enflamed. But as the hits continued to rain down, she found that they hurt less and less; the stinging pain dulled to a warm glow, despite the fact that the strength of the blows had increased. Her awareness was completely focused on the throbbing of her sex, the need that had arisen in her from this humiliating treatment, from Jake’s assertion of his dominance of her body.
After an interminable length of time, she had gone completely limp. The cracks of Jake’s hand across her ass were silenced at her submission, satisfied that his message had been received.
Then his fingers were at her inner thighs, brushing against her sensitive skin, teasing her with his feather-light touch. Mallory let out a strangled cry that she hardly recognized as her own at the contact; it contrasted so sharply with the punishment she had just endured.
“Please,” she heard herself begging. “Please, Jake. I need you to touch me.”
He chuckled down at her softly. “I don’t think I gave you permission to speak, sub. But since you begged so sweetly, I can’t possibly deny you.”
With that as her only warning, he drove two fingers into her pu**y. They slid in easily; she was so wet and ready for him. He curled his fingers inside of her, pressing them against her g-spot. She came immediately, her sex contracting around his fingers as he continued to stroke her. Just when she thought she couldn’t take anymore, he withdrew them from her.
But Jake wasn’t done with her yet. “Get on your hands and knees,” he commanded.
Mallory complied with as much alacrity as she could manage, considering that her limbs felt like jelly. When she was situated on the plush carpet, her ass offered to him, she looked back at him over her shoulder. His eyes were filled with a hunger so intense that it made her shudder; it was as though a barely contained beast lived within him, and it was all he could do to hold it back, to keep from ravaging her. His movements carefully controlled, he shrugged off his unbuttoned shirt and unbuckled his belt, letting his trousers fall to the floor.
Mallory licked her lips as she took him in fully. He was glorious in his nakedness: his muscles were hard and defined; his demeanor radiated power; and his c**k was thick and hard for her. Kneeling behind her, he pressed himself at her entrance. She pushed back into him, desperate for him to fill her. He grabbed her hips, holding her in place. “Stay still,” he ordered. Mallory whined but instinctively did as he bade her.
“Good girl,” he praised her.
Mallory couldn’t even begin to summon up any resentment at the diminutive expression. It felt… right for him to speak to her like that. She found herself shuddering in pleasure.
He pushed into her slowly, only pressing the head of his c**k into her sex, holding it there for a moment before languorously sliding into her to the hilt. The feeling was delicious, the need in her flaring back to life, building in intensity with every inch of him. He held himself there before grasping her waist, guiding her forward and backward, dictating her rhythm as she f**ked him.
She had absolutely no control. And she loved it.
He began pulling her onto him harder and faster, increasing her pace. She could feel her orgasm building within her, his c**k twitching, ready to come. At the last moment, he reached beneath her with one hand and pinched her hardened clit. Bright lights popped before her eyes, pleasure rushing from her pu**y to her head as she came. He emptied himself into her, branding her with his hot seed.
As her head cleared and she came back down to earth, she felt herself being lifted up, Jake carrying her to the bed. He laid her down beside him and she snuggled into his chest, breathing him in. His masculine scent was the last thing she remembered before drifting off to sleep.
Mallory awoke the next morning to find herself alone, the bed cold beside her. She felt a pang of sadness, feeling abandoned after her intense connection with Jake the night before.