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Another Round‘What do you remember?’She shook underneath me, looking up with those crystaleyes. The uncertainty in them warred with sheer whorishneed. My hand shot forward, startled her, yanked her hairwith one deft jerk. Her mouth fell open. She panted. Shealways panted when I did that.‘I asked you a question.’She took a breath. Swallowed. Tried to rein it in. Mycock jumped in my pants when she licked her lips. I couldread her mind, but I wanted her to tell me.I shook her by the hair, threw her like a rag doll. Sheyelped. Her nails dug into my thighs until I slapped herhands away. She glared at me.‘Bastard,’ she spat out, coiled like a snake under myhand.It was always like this with her, always the defiance,even while she conveniently forgot that she was payingme good money to make her feel like an utter whore. Shepretended to be livid with the injustice. She pretended tohate me. She pretended that she was above me, so high ona pedestal that even if she spat in my direction, the windwould carry it too far to hit me. Pretending like that wasfine, if that was what she needed, but I wouldn’t put upwith it much longer, and she knew it. She could push, but Icould push harder.I yanked her hair again. She gritted her teeth and hereyes sparkled. She was on the verge of playing Little MissWounded. Her games were becoming old hat to me bynow. I was getting tired of them, but I wasn’t tired of themoney. More than that, I was getting interested in a verynon-sexual sort of way. I knew I could break her. Shewanted me to break her.She fucking loved it.‘Tell me what you remember.’She purred when I pulled her head back all the way.Her throat was long and pale, sweetly tempting. Whichside did I leave marks on last time? I didn’t remember. Iwould make sure to leave marks on both sides this time,just to make sure I covered all the bases. I wanted to giveher something she had to hide, something she had toexplain. Wearing a turtleneck in the dead of summer inMiami? Wonderful.‘I remember when you told me to fuck you up the asswith my finger,’ she said. I almost smiled. She scored apoint, turning the tables like that, but I would never let hersee it.‘Good try,’ I said calmly. ‘I prefer to recall youwhimpering that you belonged to me while I was reamingout your ass. You came when I did that. Remember?’She was trembling again, kneeling on the bed. Shelooked up at me but would not look at my eyes.‘You wanted to suck it when I was done. Didn’t you? Ifthat ain’t a dirty whore, I don’t know what is.’The blush on her face was very becoming. It spreaddown her chest, hardened her nipples at the same time itignited her ears. Her hand slowly closed and opened onthe blanket, kneading it like a cat while she stared straightahead. Tears filled her eyes.‘You would do anything.’I unzipped my jeans. My cock sprang out. Her mouthfell open.‘Anything.’I slapped her face with my dick. She whimpered. Shehunkered down, ass up, knees spread, legs trembling,hands on the blanket, twisting.‘Tell me.’She hesitated. She hadn’t yet learned the ropes of whatwe were doing here. Sometimes I thought she was toostrong-willed. She was the kind a man like me will dreamabout, the kind that has such a deep breaking point thatfinding it becomes a personal challenge, a matter of pride.Even when she was doing everything she was told, shestill had that pride that would not allow her to behumiliated.Not yet, anyway.I yanked her hair harder, pulled her up to her kneeswith it, and this time the tears in her eyes weren’t fromdesire. That was good. That was fine. Right now I mighthave been turned on, but I didn’t like her bahis siteleri much at all. Itwas the usual combination she evoked in me. The venomin my voice wasn’t manufactured.‘Am I going to have to tell you again? I will be morethan happy to. I would love to use that new cat-o’-ninetailsto punctuate every fucking syllable.’‘I will do anything,’ she said immediately. There wasthat edge of defiance again. I let go of her hair so quicklyshe almost fell off the end of the bed. She scrambled tokeep her balance, and I was pleased at the sudden lack ofdignity.I reached for the cat-o’-nine-tails. She opened hermouth to speak, then looked up at me and shut her lips.Her eyes spoke the volumes that she refused to voice.I stood in front of her. ‘Suck,’ I demanded, and there itwas again, that hesitation. Right before she could touchmy cock, I pushed her away. She moaned. I cracked thewhip over her buttocks, and she flinched hard, eventhough I hadn’t actually touched her skin. She really wasafraid of that thing. I liked to watch the flicker in her eyeswhenever I snapped it around her.‘Wondering what you’re doing wrong?’ I asked her.She nodded.‘I’ll tell you what you’re doing wrong. You’re a slut.You’re a whore. You’re a goddamn bitch good for nothingbut sucking my cock. Out there with your husband andyour job and your nice little place in society you’re hotshit, but in here you’re good for nothing but being a hole Ilike to fuck. So you don’t get to think about things for awhile. You don’t get to decide what you might like to do,little miss high-society bitch. You do as I say, when I sayit, and you fucking thank me for it. Is that understood?’She nodded without an instant of hesitation. Good.‘So you’re going to suck my dick. You’re going to sucklike a vacuum powered by the goddamn energizer bunny.Aren’t you?’She nodded again. I brought down the cat-o-nine tails.She yelped in surprise as the leather bit into the pristinecheeks of her round ass.‘Then what the fuck are you waiting for?’ I yelled.She opened her mouth and sucked me in. I grabbed herhair and rammed her. She gagged on my cock. She wantedto pull away, I knew she did, but she was more afraid ofthat cat-o’-nine-tails than she was of a little deepthroating.She went at me with an earnest need to pleasethen, and I watched for a while as she bobbed up anddown. Her tongue was just as busy as her lips were. Shehad no idea of the kind of skills she possessed. Thatwoman could suck me dry in a matter of minutes if I lether.I closed my eyes and got into it for a little while: justenjoyed the feeling. When I started to feel that familiartingle in my balls, I pulled her off me and stepped away.She stayed right where she was, looking up at me withthose bright eyes. The defiance was softer, but it was stillthere.‘Touch yourself,’ I ordered.She reached down between her legs. Her eyes driftedclosed. She rocked on her hand. I got behind her andwatched what she was doing. Two slim fingers weresliding in and out. She was sometimes touching her clit,but it was mostly all centered inside, on that spot thatseemed to make her shudder every time she touched it justright.One of her ass cheeks had little red marks on it. Itouched them lightly and she jerked. She stopped moving.I waited for a moment, then slapped her ass.‘Did I tell you to stop?’She started playing with herself again, this time with anedge of urgency. I slapped her ass again and watched thered mark form. I slapped it again, laying my hand in theexact same spot. I watched the redness grow even redder.Then I did it again, and again, making a game out of it,trying to canlı bahis hit the same spot every time.There were moans now, the ones that came from deepdown in her throat, a sexy mating call.I moved to the other cheek. The bitch had a nice ass,wide and rounded. It jiggled just a little with every spank.I varied the slaps on the other cheek, layering them,watching her whole buttock turn a pretty shade of red.Then I picked up the cat-o’-nine-tails and trailed it downher spine.She arched away from me, then changed her mind andarched up toward me. I brought the whip down lightly onher cheeks, and she jerked as if she had been shot. Myspanks had made her skin sensitive. The second crack ofthe whip across her skin brought a wild cry of surprisefrom her.‘Don’t stop touching yourself,’ I ordered, and sheincreased her pace to near-frantic. She was hot and wetand going beyond protest. Her moans were almostdesperate. I watched her for a while, stroking my cock intime with her thrusts.Her legs tensed. Her neck arched. Her moans turned tocries. She trembled. Right before she could come, Iyanked her hand away from her clit.‘No,’ she wailed, hardly able to breathe.‘Fuck me,’ I said.She hesitated, unsure of what to do. I knew her wellenough to know the anger was welling up, and if I werelooking at her face, I would see something close to purehatred in her eyes. But I would see passion too, and aglimpse of the woman underneath, the one who was closeto begging.I grabbed her hips and pulled her back on me. Herpussy was shockingly wet. I sat back on the bed and lether ride. Her tits sometimes brushed my legs as shebounced on my cock. I ran my fingertips down her spineand watched the fine sheen of sweat break out over hergoosebumps. I thought about everything else – baseball,the old standby. The bills I had to pay that month. Herhusband and whether he noticed any differences in her.I waited until she was on the verge of exhaustion, herthighs and her arms trembling, sweat running down herbody. I liked watching her try to hold herself up. I knewshe would be sore in the morning. Every muscle wouldprotest when she got out of bed. Then she wouldremember why, and she would feel defiance and a bit ofconfusion, the kind of thoughts that would lurk in the backof her mind and make her wonder how much longer shecould hold on to that insufferable pride. She would hateme a little bit, and that thought made me very happy.‘I don’t want you to fuck me like this,’ I announced.She paused immediately.‘Fuck me with your ass.’She didn’t move for a long moment. I knew she hadnever had anal sex until me, and having it in this positionwas something she probably needed time to wrap her mindaround. I allowed it, moving my hips slowly, gliding mycock in and out of her pussy.‘I don’t know how,’ she said.‘Yes, you do.’She thought about it, then took a deep breath andmoved forward. My cock was standing at attention. Sheslowly moved back until my dick was pressed rightbetween those round, red cheeks. I held them and spreadthem with my hands, opening her up for what I wanted herto do. She was trembling but she wasn’t truly hesitating.She was just being careful.I watched as her little brown rosebud winked at me. Icould have taken the time to get her ready like I had thelast time, but I wanted her to take me like this. I wantedher to impale herself without any preparation whatsoever.Call it a measuring of trust.‘Fuck me,’ I murmured. ‘Now.’She pushed against my dick. I wasn’t surprised to feelthe resistance. She worked herself over me slowly, untilhalf of my head slid inside. I wasn’t a monster but I wasn’tsmall, canlı bahis siteleri either. I knew she was uncomfortable. She pausedand whimpered. I wanted to grab her hips and force herdown, but she had to do this for herself.‘Now,’ I barked. The harsh command was likeelectricity. She jerked and then she pushed down hard. Ihadn’t really expected her to do it, but she did – justimpaled herself on my cock. She swallowed me all theway in. Watching it, and hearing her cry out at the sametime, turned my dials all the way from hot to redline.‘Fuck,’ I groaned.She slid up and then right back down. All the way. Allthe fucking way.I didn’t want to come, but I might not have much of achoice. She was grinding hard and bouncing when shewasn’t grinding, and my dick was appreciative. I struggledto remember who was fucking whom.She fucked me hard. She fucked me with the kind ofcontrolled abandon that said she knew exactly what shewas doing. That pissed me off enough that I wanted to hurther, so I didn’t make it easy. I rammed her from below,and she squealed. She grabbed my legs and held on, hernails digging in. I thrust harder and harder until shechanged her tactic and removed those claws from mycalves. Fucking bitch – even now, even with my dick upher ass, she was determined to have things her way.I started to spank her again. She gasped out loud andtried to move forward, but I held her hips hard with onehand and spanked her with the other. She wiggled. Shewas either trying to get away or trying to make me comefaster, which she thought might be just as good.I was surprised when she hissed out ‘harder’.Harder? I was spanking her as hard as I could. My handwas burning. My arm was starting to hurt. Her ass cheekswere red as fire, and she was whimpering with every blow,but she still wanted more?If this was a battle of wills, I was determined to win.I started alternating hands: alternating sides. I spankedher until my arm burned, until my hand went past the pointof being hot and hurting and into the realm of numb fromthe inside out. She wasn’t the only one who was going tobe sore in the morning, and the thought of that made mespank her harder. Just who did she think she was?She finally put her head down on the cover and criedout, a long and loud wail that sounded like nothing I hadever heard from her before.She came. Getting the spanking of her life, with mydick buried in her ass, she came harder than I had ever felther come before. Her whole body tensed, then went limpwith the pleasure of it. I could almost see the bloodhumming through her. Her whole body flushed red, asthough heat had been poured over her from the shouldersdown. It was the sexiest thing I had ever seen.I gave it up. Thrust up into her once and came. I roaredwith the power of it, and held her down on me while I wasdoing it, until there wasn’t another drop left in me. Shewiggled a bit but I held her steady until my breathingcalmed, until I could think coherently again.‘Are you alright?’ I asked her. There was a very longsilence and lots of deep breaths, as though she wasthinking about how to answer.‘You didn’t spank me hard enough,’ she finally said.I was stunned. Anger flashed through me. Then it wasreplaced with the thrill of the challenge. She was definitelya spitfire. How refreshing!‘You little bitch,’ I growled. I picked up the cat-o’-nine-tails.She turned around and looked at me. Her face wasflushed. Her hair was tangled and wet with sweat. Hereyes were glassy with exhaustion. Her lips held theslightest smile, the kind of smile that said she loved thisgame just as much as I did.Then it was gone as quickly as it had come, replaced bythat look of defiance, that set of her jaw, that challengefrom her very core: Go ahead and try to break me, youfucker.‘Bring it on,’ she said.I definitely had my work cut out for me.

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