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perfectly in his arms. He thought of all the ways he could fuck her. Right there, on his lap, was sounding pretty good to him. Take off her panties, get the condom from his wallet, and they'd be good to go. His cock liked the sound of that.
He raked his nails down her back, and her body bucked. They undulated together as she unbuttoned his shirt and slid it off him. He grabbed her trembling fingers as she reached to unbuckle his belt.
"Uh-uh," he scolded. "I didn't give you permission to do that."
She gasped. "I'm sorry. I forgot."
"I'm sorry, too. Because now, I have to discipline you."
***
Blood coursed to her sex, the tender flesh aching with want. Her inner muscles constricted at the thought of his heavy hand on her ass. She wondered if he would face her to the wall like he had earlier.
He reached down and unbuckled his belt.
Panic froze her body. Her mouth grew dry. She wasn't ready for that. It was too much too soon.
He pulled the belt free from his jeans. A cruel smile curled his lips. "Hold out your hands with your palms together."
Her hands trembled violently, but she did as he instructed. He wrapped his belt around her wrists and buckled it tightly. She breathed deeply, then swallowed, relieved and anxious in equal measure.
He drew her closer. With his lips against her ear, he shushed her. "Do you trust me?"
"Yes…sir."
"What's your safe word?"
"Mustang."
"Good. I'm going to show you what happens when you don't follow the rules."
Her body vibrated with anticipation. The fire in her sex screamed yes , but her rational mind said what the fuck, dude?
He guided her over his left knee, her legs positioned between his. In a voice like a caress, he said, "Rest your chest on the bed with your arms over your head."
Her heart thumping, she did as he instructed. She closed her eyes to shut out the frantic whispers.
His hand glided across her shoulder blades and down her spine. "My sweet, beautiful Cyn." A finger slid under the waistband of her panties and lowered them to the floor. He clamped her legs between his own. "Lie still, baby. Don't fight it. I want you to take your punishment like a good girl."
She nodded, her bottom tingling. Her stomach contracted. She had fantasized about this moment a thousand times. Now, here she was, bound and helpless, her body under Trent's control. What if he was rougher than she wanted? She took a calming breath. I've got my safe word .
With his left hand on the small of her back, steadying her, his right fell hard against her naked ass.
She gasped and her body clenched. She said she didn't want it to feel like a game, and he definitely wasn't playing. The next blow fell, and she wriggled instinctively, as if trying to get away, but his hold on her was firm.
Each stinging stroke was quickly followed by another. And each time, her clit rubbed against the denim of his pant leg. The rough fabric and rocking motion had her writhing. The blood rushing to her bottom sent fire into her sex. She wanted to come, but Trent hadn't given her permission. She tensed to fight it off.
When her bottom was thoroughly heated, he released her. "On your knees."
She sank to the floor. Her vaginal muscles quivered against the feeling of emptiness. The scent of her arousal hung in the air. "Please, sir, will you fuck me?"
"I would have, naughty girl, if you hadn't acted without permission. Now you have to show me how sorry you are." He stood. "Open my pants."
Excitement blossomed in her chest. With her hands still bound by his belt, she struggled to open the button at his waistband but managed. The zipper was tougher. The bulge from his thick erection kept the zipper from lying flat, and she had barely enough play to maneuver her hands to pull his fly taut. After several tries, she succeeded. She looked up at him, waiting for his next instructions.
He caressed her cheek. "Good girl. Do you know what I want, baby?"
"Yes, sir."
"Do it."
With an effort, she lowered his jeans and his
He raked his nails down her back, and her body bucked. They undulated together as she unbuttoned his shirt and slid it off him. He grabbed her trembling fingers as she reached to unbuckle his belt.
"Uh-uh," he scolded. "I didn't give you permission to do that."
She gasped. "I'm sorry. I forgot."
"I'm sorry, too. Because now, I have to discipline you."
***
Blood coursed to her sex, the tender flesh aching with want. Her inner muscles constricted at the thought of his heavy hand on her ass. She wondered if he would face her to the wall like he had earlier.
He reached down and unbuckled his belt.
Panic froze her body. Her mouth grew dry. She wasn't ready for that. It was too much too soon.
He pulled the belt free from his jeans. A cruel smile curled his lips. "Hold out your hands with your palms together."
Her hands trembled violently, but she did as he instructed. He wrapped his belt around her wrists and buckled it tightly. She breathed deeply, then swallowed, relieved and anxious in equal measure.
He drew her closer. With his lips against her ear, he shushed her. "Do you trust me?"
"Yes…sir."
"What's your safe word?"
"Mustang."
"Good. I'm going to show you what happens when you don't follow the rules."
Her body vibrated with anticipation. The fire in her sex screamed yes , but her rational mind said what the fuck, dude?
He guided her over his left knee, her legs positioned between his. In a voice like a caress, he said, "Rest your chest on the bed with your arms over your head."
Her heart thumping, she did as he instructed. She closed her eyes to shut out the frantic whispers.
His hand glided across her shoulder blades and down her spine. "My sweet, beautiful Cyn." A finger slid under the waistband of her panties and lowered them to the floor. He clamped her legs between his own. "Lie still, baby. Don't fight it. I want you to take your punishment like a good girl."
She nodded, her bottom tingling. Her stomach contracted. She had fantasized about this moment a thousand times. Now, here she was, bound and helpless, her body under Trent's control. What if he was rougher than she wanted? She took a calming breath. I've got my safe word .
With his left hand on the small of her back, steadying her, his right fell hard against her naked ass.
She gasped and her body clenched. She said she didn't want it to feel like a game, and he definitely wasn't playing. The next blow fell, and she wriggled instinctively, as if trying to get away, but his hold on her was firm.
Each stinging stroke was quickly followed by another. And each time, her clit rubbed against the denim of his pant leg. The rough fabric and rocking motion had her writhing. The blood rushing to her bottom sent fire into her sex. She wanted to come, but Trent hadn't given her permission. She tensed to fight it off.
When her bottom was thoroughly heated, he released her. "On your knees."
She sank to the floor. Her vaginal muscles quivered against the feeling of emptiness. The scent of her arousal hung in the air. "Please, sir, will you fuck me?"
"I would have, naughty girl, if you hadn't acted without permission. Now you have to show me how sorry you are." He stood. "Open my pants."
Excitement blossomed in her chest. With her hands still bound by his belt, she struggled to open the button at his waistband but managed. The zipper was tougher. The bulge from his thick erection kept the zipper from lying flat, and she had barely enough play to maneuver her hands to pull his fly taut. After several tries, she succeeded. She looked up at him, waiting for his next instructions.
He caressed her cheek. "Good girl. Do you know what I want, baby?"
"Yes, sir."
"Do it."
With an effort, she lowered his jeans and his
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