Page 72 of About Time

Another nod.

I stroke her throat with my thumb. “I’ve been dreaming of fucking this pretty throat for years.”

I let go of her neck and take a step back. “Undress, now,” I command.

There are two Hatties, at least there are now. She’s more assertive than she was at twenty. I like that about her, but I also like that when it’s time to play she submits without even a little hesitation.

Her shirt comes over her head, and her breasts hang bare before me. My fingers curl into fists as I realize that she was standing right in front of another man without her bra on.

“You aren’t wearing a bra,” I comment.

She shakes her head again.

“Speak up, Doll,” I order.

“No Sir,” she says softly.

“You’ll be punished for that.” Hattie shivers in anticipation. I’m not the only one in this relationship—and we do have a relationship no matter what her stubborn ass argues—that has a kink or two.

“Yes, Sir,” she finally responds.

I pull my shirt over my head and smirk as I watch her eyes feast on my muscles. Since I wasn’t really getting as much pussy as the town liked to gossip about, I had a lot of time and frustration on my hands. I turned a space in my basement into ahome gym and found a healthier path for that energy. Anything to keep from drowning my sorrows in a bottle.

Slowly, I slip the button on my jeans through the opening. I slide the zipper down one grip at a time.

“On your knees,” I command as I pull my cock free of my suddenly too-tight boxer briefs.

Hattie lowers herself to the floor with a fluid grace.

I’m not gentle. We’ve been apart too long, and it’s just not who we are. She opens her mouth for me and has to stretch around my engorged cock.

Hattie isn’t passive though. I know I call her my toy, but she isn’t just some living doll letting me face fuck her. She shows that she’s as hungry for me as I am her by sucking my dick as if she’s starved. She keeps going until the swollen head hits the back of her throat and she swallows around me as my cock works its way into her throat.

I try to hold back, but heat spreads from my balls through the rest of my body. I hold her head in place as I spill down her throat. Once I’m spent, I pull my dick free with a wet plop and some of my cum spills over her lips. I push it back inside with my thumb, and she sucks it clean.

I feel the blood starting to rush back into my cock, but I’m not as young as I was, so I’ll need a few minutes before I’m ready to go again. Besides, she has a punishment coming.

Kicking my jeans off the rest of the way, I tuck myself back into my boxers and take a seat on the couch. Then I pat my leg. “Get over here and lay across my legs.”

Her legs tremble as she takes a few steps to me. She’s too slow in getting into position. It has been a long time since she’s found herself here. “If you keep disobeying my orders, you’re going to have a hard time sitting. Now drape that sexy body across my legs and take your punishment like a big girl.”

I wait a couple of seconds, and she doesn’t move, so I grab her hand and yank her down over my knees. “What is your word?” I ask her to remind her that her consent is important, and everything ends immediately when she says.

“Red,” she murmurs.

I rub my hand across the lace of her panties. “Do you want to use it now?”

“No,” she says softly.

I guide the material over the globes of her firm ass, and down her thighs where they manage to trap her knees together. The skin of her ass is soft over the hard muscles. I stroke it softly, lulling her into a state of anticipation.

“Do you know why you’re being punished?” I ask her. Honestly, any reason will do. The real reason is because I know she gets off on it the same as I do.

“Because I wasn’t wearing a bra,” she says in a soft voice. I can hear that she’s already floating off into that headspace where every sensation is euphoric.

“Mmm, and for thinking you could marry another man when you are fucking mine and always will be. I know I’ve been a dumbass, but I’ve only ever been yours. I think five swats will suffice. One for each tit, one for leaving, and one for saying yes when he asked you to marry him.”

“That’s only four,” she points out.

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