Page 69 of Sex Coach

"Michelle..."

Lick...

"I want it, Jake !"

He bit me. His teeth scored the sensitive flesh of my clitoris and I came, hard and fast and the intensity of it would have doubled me over if my hands hadn't been tied overhead. I completely forgot that I held the means to my own freedom, completely forgot I might even want to be free as the climax battered and twisted and worked through me .

And then it seemed to start all over again, without ever giving me a chance to come down, because Jake, as promised, shot to his feet and caught me behind my thighs, boosting me up and thrusting into me in one smooth motion .

"Fuck ," he snarled against my mouth. "You're like a fist...take me in, baby. Take me...that's it ..."

Pinned between him and the wall, impaled on the heavy pillar of his cock, I sagged against him and stared at him with dazed eyes. I had no strength in me and even if I had, I was bound. I felt helpless, but there was no fear, not with him .

His eyes met mine, and he slowed the relentless advance of his hips, lowering his head to rub his lips against mine. "Are we good?" he asked, his voice stunningly calm compared to the roughness of only seconds ago .

Unable to speak, I just nodded, gripping the ties that bound me even tighter. It dug them into my flesh more, but I didn't care. That slight bite of pain only served to clear my head a fraction, which let me focus...and feel .

His cock throbbed inside me, pulsating in a way that echoed the inner throbbing of my clit. Every time his cock jerked, the muscles inside me contracted around him, and he clenched his jaw tight, head falling back as he began to rock back and forth inside me, barely even moving. "If you don't quit doing that ..."

"I'm not doing anything," I whispered .

"You are," he said, lifting his head and meeting my eyes. His cock pulsed again .

I clenched around him unconsciously .

"That." He rolled his hips in response. "Quit doing that ."

"I can't help it !"

"You better learn, or I'll spank you ."'

"I...you'll what ?"

It was not a wicked burn of curiosity that lit inside me at those words. It wasn't. It couldn't be. I wasn't a child anymore. I didn't get spanked . And yet ...

"You like that idea," Jake mused .

Before I could tell him otherwise, he shifted my weight, taking the bulk of it on one, solid forearm so he could palm my ass with his free hand. "You want me to spank this pretty ass until it goes pink for me, darlin'?" he whispered into my ear .

I tried to say no .

But the shiver of my body betrayed me, and heat quaked through me, destroying any chance I had at lying even to myself .

His cock throbbed .

I clenched around him, moaning .

"I told you if you did it again..." Jake warned, his voice different. Almost...hard. Almost .

Forcing my eyes to lock on his face, I stared at him just as a quick, sharp pain flared square on my left butt cheek. Sucking in a breath, I gaped at him .

He did it again .

My cunt seemed to be set on fire even as I said, "You spanked –"

He did it a third time and my skin, now primed and ready, burned .

"Next time I tell you to stop squeezing my dick like that, are you going to listen?" he asked, still using that strange, calm, commanding voice. And again . The bastard did that thing with his cock, so that it pulsed and moved inside me, even though he didn't, and I could feel the head rub me right there .

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