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wasn’t startled or cowed. In fact, if he wasn’t mistaken, it suggested she was thinking of more ways to get him to do it again. Which brought to mind the image of her in his bedroom, her panties at her ankles as he gave her a firm spanking for some trumped-up thing, like erasing his pre-recorded sports show. Her mischievous smile would say she’d done it because she wanted to be spanked. Wanted to pursue a sport far better than anything the NBA or NFL could offer, even on their best day.
He didn’t know her, but somehow he knew that was the way it would be. Or maybe her desire to fantasize was contagious.
When she dropped to the ground, he had to stifle a groan as she went to all fours before she turned to her hip and then her back, spreading her legs, laying her wrists over her head without even being told that was how he wanted them. But then she’d said that was what her fantasy was as well, right? To have him keep control over her.
He withdrew the item he’d concealed from her in the corn and saw her eyes widen, a tremor go through her body at the sight of the wooden black T-baton. It wasn’t widely 53
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in use anymore since the expandable batons had gotten popular, but he’d found it very useful for tangling up the legs of a running suspect. Now that he had another much more pleasurable use planned for it, he was glad he’d kept it around.
About an inch and a quarter thick and quite long, it would impale her, limit her mobility for what else he had in mind. He’d never gone this far, even with women far more adventurous whose limits he knew, because none of them had ever looked at him like this. Begging to be dominated, brought to screaming pleasure so intense they’d never forget it. Trusting him to do so.
Stacie knew that forever after she’d be able to pull this moment out and remember it when her real life threatened to destroy her belief in fantasy. When he frowned, moving two steps toward her to stand tall and forbidding between her spread legs, Stacie’s breath caught. The curve of his cock and testicles was prominent in his snug jeans. Her eyes coursed from there over the muscles in his arms that flexed as he held the baton in one hand, tapping the other a moment before the stick dropped, tapped her smartly on the inside of one thigh.
“Wider.”
Response trickled from her. When his eyes fired at the sight, she spread herself wider, offered him everything. Being taken over like this, she didn’t have to think of anything else. Only what he wanted, while it set her body on fire.
He squatted, showed her the baton. “You want me to fuck you with this?”
“Yes.” She managed it in a whisper.
“Why?”
“Because… Next time you use it, I want you to remember it…in my pussy.”
“Honey, remembering any of this is not going to be a problem. I may just keep that bear for myself. Make you come by rubbing it on your cunt and then keep it near my pillow ever after so I can smell the lingering odor of your pussy on it.”
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When she moaned in response, it made his need to take her beyond arousal and straight into mindless insanity even more fierce. Watching every flicker of expression—
the parted lips, the desperate eyes, the arch of her throat—already had him there miles ahead of her. Jake slowly lowered the baton, making sure her eyes latched onto it so she’d see it go into her. He spread her slick lips wide with his thumb and forefinger, his thumb pushing up on her clit as he began to insert the baton. She quivered, her nostrils flaring.
“Breathe deep, baby. I’m putting it in deep. Once I’ve got it seated, you’re going to hold onto it with your muscles. I want you to milk it so hard I’ll see it twitch when I let it go.”
She rocked against him, pulling it in, her head starting to thrash back and forth.
“You keep those hands over your head.”
Her hands locked together as if they were around a bedrail, the white flowers
He didn’t know her, but somehow he knew that was the way it would be. Or maybe her desire to fantasize was contagious.
When she dropped to the ground, he had to stifle a groan as she went to all fours before she turned to her hip and then her back, spreading her legs, laying her wrists over her head without even being told that was how he wanted them. But then she’d said that was what her fantasy was as well, right? To have him keep control over her.
He withdrew the item he’d concealed from her in the corn and saw her eyes widen, a tremor go through her body at the sight of the wooden black T-baton. It wasn’t widely 53
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in use anymore since the expandable batons had gotten popular, but he’d found it very useful for tangling up the legs of a running suspect. Now that he had another much more pleasurable use planned for it, he was glad he’d kept it around.
About an inch and a quarter thick and quite long, it would impale her, limit her mobility for what else he had in mind. He’d never gone this far, even with women far more adventurous whose limits he knew, because none of them had ever looked at him like this. Begging to be dominated, brought to screaming pleasure so intense they’d never forget it. Trusting him to do so.
Stacie knew that forever after she’d be able to pull this moment out and remember it when her real life threatened to destroy her belief in fantasy. When he frowned, moving two steps toward her to stand tall and forbidding between her spread legs, Stacie’s breath caught. The curve of his cock and testicles was prominent in his snug jeans. Her eyes coursed from there over the muscles in his arms that flexed as he held the baton in one hand, tapping the other a moment before the stick dropped, tapped her smartly on the inside of one thigh.
“Wider.”
Response trickled from her. When his eyes fired at the sight, she spread herself wider, offered him everything. Being taken over like this, she didn’t have to think of anything else. Only what he wanted, while it set her body on fire.
He squatted, showed her the baton. “You want me to fuck you with this?”
“Yes.” She managed it in a whisper.
“Why?”
“Because… Next time you use it, I want you to remember it…in my pussy.”
“Honey, remembering any of this is not going to be a problem. I may just keep that bear for myself. Make you come by rubbing it on your cunt and then keep it near my pillow ever after so I can smell the lingering odor of your pussy on it.”
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When she moaned in response, it made his need to take her beyond arousal and straight into mindless insanity even more fierce. Watching every flicker of expression—
the parted lips, the desperate eyes, the arch of her throat—already had him there miles ahead of her. Jake slowly lowered the baton, making sure her eyes latched onto it so she’d see it go into her. He spread her slick lips wide with his thumb and forefinger, his thumb pushing up on her clit as he began to insert the baton. She quivered, her nostrils flaring.
“Breathe deep, baby. I’m putting it in deep. Once I’ve got it seated, you’re going to hold onto it with your muscles. I want you to milk it so hard I’ll see it twitch when I let it go.”
She rocked against him, pulling it in, her head starting to thrash back and forth.
“You keep those hands over your head.”
Her hands locked together as if they were around a bedrail, the white flowers
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