Page 234 of Wild Mustang Security Firm

His one arm remained tightened around her while the other leaned heavily against the wall. There was no further warning before he drove into her, his cock surging up inside her. Stretching her open and filling her up in a single, powerful thrust that stabbed so deep there was no inch of her that couldn’t feel it, and no inch of her that wasn’t ripped apart by the unexpected force of her orgasm. She shouted, grabbing his arm around her middle with one hand and hooking her other arm around his neck, hugging him tightly up against her back. The flex of hard muscle beneath her hands was every bit as overwhelming as the thickness of his shaft pressing so deep inside her.

“Hands back on the wall,” he ordered.

Trying desperately to catch her breath, Avery lay her trembling hands flat against the plaster as Thom began to fuck her with strength and speed. She had no time to recover from the first climax before the second began to build. Try though she did to detect any telltale twitching or thickening of his shaft, anything that might indicate he was striving toward his own release, all she felt was the incredible friction of his cock driving into her over and over again. She fought to stave off her impending orgasm, a little frightened by how fast and easy he was making them come, but Thom quickly swatted her again. The clap of his hard hand smacking the top and sides of her bottom had her crying out again, wailing her ecstasy and distress as she came to the painful sting of his spanks and the ravaging force of his cock plundering her pussy.

“Rule thirteen, you do not”—a brutal thrust of his cock punctuated each word—“withhold your orgasms from me. Those belong to Daddy and you will give me all the ones I want. If you try to fake it or fight me to keep from coming, I’ll make you regret it.”

She shuddered in his arms, awash in wave after pleasure-filled wave.

“It’s a good thing you said you like to fuck like an alley cat in heat, because my kitten can expect her daddy to make use of her charms on a very frequent and regular basis. Jesus, Avery, you feel incredible. One more time. Come again for Daddy.”

He rode her, relentlessly building the climax she just knew was going to kill her. Her inner walls shook and quivered as she tried to wrap her head around what was happening. She was not a multiple orgasm kind of girl. Nothing in her past had prepared her for the ease in which Thom now commanded her response. She’d always responded to sexual dominance, but it had never been like this.

She could barely catch her breath. Every gasping exhale was a tiny noise that changed from moans to whimpers as the next wave of pleasuring spasms came rushing up to claim her. She stiffened with a cry, and she was so grateful that Thom still supported her because as her toes curled up tighter and tighter, her legs lost that ability. One last vicious thrust from Thom and she fell over rapture’s razor-sharp edge, her pussy clamping down hard, every muscle locking as she greedily milked every last seminal spurt that gushed from him into her.

Panting, Avery sagged against the wall. His release seemed to go on forever. She would have begged for it to stop if only she could have found either her voice or her will. She had neither, only the tremors that still rippled through her, riding the wave of his total possession as he continued to gently move, drawing out the pleasure for as long as it would come. Until it finally stopped.

She wilted. She never would have guessed that a daddy dom, of all things, would be the one to do this to her. Her legs were mush. She could feel the minute twitches of his softening cock as he rocked his hips against her backside, drawing out a last tiny spark of a mini orgasm before it was done. Her eyes closed. Between ragged pants, her lips moved in silent pleas, but for the life of her, she didn’t know if she was begging for him to stop or start again.

Caressing her hair back so he could see her face, he asked, “Can you stand?”

Not a chance.

Her eyes teared. “Yes, Sir. I think so.”

“Good girl. Daddy is very proud of you.” His cock slid out of her, but his hand covered her own, weaving their fingers together and keeping them linked.

She stared at that until the growing rush of tears blurred it all away, and then she started to cry.

“It’s okay, baby, Daddy’s here.” He turned her around, folding her in his arms again, this time letting her cry against his bare chest. “Did I hurt you?”

Caught mid-hiccup and snuffling gasp, she couldn’t talk. She shook her head instead.

“Why are you crying?”

“I’m not sure,” she wept. “Part of it is because I’ve wanted this and you for a long time and it terrifies me that it might not be real. I’m not doubting your sincerity, it’s just that I want it so bad, I’m afraid. I’m sorry,” she said, dissolving into tears again.

Avery couldn’t remember a time she’d ever cried like this. Crying in response to his spanking made sense; the man had a wicked hand. But crying because she’d just had the best sex of her life? This was beyond ridiculous! She had never been the weepy type. Why couldn’t she control her emotions?

He nuzzled her. “You don’t have to apologize for being uncertain or afraid. That just tells me you’re being honest. Even if I don’t like hearing what you’re saying, as long as you’re telling me the truth as you see it and do it respectfully, you won’t get into trouble. Okay?”

She nodded, but quickly added, “Yes, Sir.”

“I think given what happened to you, it’s to be expected that you’re scared,” he soothed. “That’s okay. I’ll just have to make sure you feel my love every single day until it feels like a cashmere shawl you can wrap yourself up in.”

That image made her smile. Resting her head on his shoulder, Avery sighed, happier than she’d ever been. At least until her tears dried up and, with one last pat on her back and stroke of her hair, he put his daddy dom bossy pants back on.

“Turn around,” he gently ordered, using his hands to make her comply. “I want you to stay in this corner and think about what put you here. Push your bottom out and spread your legs.Daddy wants to see how red he made your fanny and see his cum dripping from your pussy.”

Thom ran his hands down her arms, caressing the front of her body as she obediently arched back her hips. He squeezed her tits, molding them in his hands before giving both nipples a hard pinch. She almost moaned, though just as quickly that moan became a whimper of loss as he moved away.

The room became awkwardly quiet.

The back of her neck prickled with her need to turn around and see where he was. He couldn’t really be standing back, just watching her, could he? Did she risk another spanking just by turning far enough to check? Probably. Everything else he’d done so far had been exactly what had fed her bedtime—or even shower time—fantasies. Except the daddy dom thing. Admittedly, that had kind of come out of left field, but even so, she could see herself getting into it, especially when it came wrapped up in the whole sexy Thom package.

It was really, really quiet. She couldn’t stand this. “Thom?”

“Right here, baby.”

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