Page 39 of Wes

I bark, “On all fours.” When she does, sneaking nervous peeks over her shoulders, I chew the inside of my mouth not to crack up laughing. After all, I’m supposed to be disciplining her. “Back up.” I wait for her to move, but when she stops, I command, “Keep coming until I tell you to stop.” When her feet dangle off the side of the bed, I order her. “Freeze. Forehead on the mattress.”

My cock throbs as I watch the muscles on her thighs quiver and her back curve as she obeys, sticking her ass up in the air. Her body trembles with her labored breathing and the sweet scent of her arousal reaches my nostrils.

“Good girl,” I whisper in her ear, spearing my fingers through her hair.

I continued gliding down her spine and smile as goosebumps lift her skin in the wake of my caresses. I press my palm along the rise and fall of her ass until the tips of my fingers poke at her wet folds.

She hisses when I dip two inside her. “Fuck!” She bulks when I pinch her clitoris.

I pull away and smack on ass check.

“Ouch!” She cries out.

“Do you have permission to speak?” I land another open-handed blow on the opposite side.

She huffs and shakes her head.

I smooth the reddened patches of flesh, blowing cold air of her smarted skin. She hisses and jerks her ass further up in the air. My dick grows so hard it hurts. I’d love to fuck her in that tight hole, but she was terrified when she saw the plug. She’s not ready for me. When I slide a finger between her ass cheeks, she squeezes them together as a soft moan escapes her lips.

Interesting.

She might not be ready for a proper fucking, but we can definitely play a little with her back door. I grab her waist to keep her in place as I trail kisses on the spots I’ve just smacked. She wiggles her ass pressing herself against my lips. She groans and smell of her arousal gets stronger as I move over her skin. But when I get close to her crack, her muscles tense and she whimpers. I run a hand on her inner thighs to confirm she’s drenched.

“You like when I kiss your ass, pet?” When she just nods, I smile against her round cheek, grazing my teeth over it. Her juices coat my fingers still resting on her thigh. “You’ll love this even better.”

Without giving her time to guess my next move, I spread her ass cheeks and lick along their inside. I tease her tiny hole with the tip of my tongue before moving down to her pussy.

She bunches the bedcover in her fists and grunts into the mattress when I flick her clitoris with my tongue. Then I pull it between my lips, sucking at the hard nub until she gushes her pleasure.

“Wes!” She shouts and I withdraw to watch her body undulate under the power of her release.

I squeeze lube on the plug and between her ass cheeks, smearing the cool substance over her skin. I add another dollop inside her hole, and she doesn’t flinch. Taking advantage of the aftermath lethargy that must have settled in her, I insert the plug, adjust it, and turn it on. A low vibrating buzz fills the air, covering her soft gasp.

Satisfied with the results, I grab one of the straps of her garter, pulls it up, and snaps it back. She jumps to brace herself on her hands and knees again, staring at me over her shoulder. Holding her gaze, I flick open the metal fastenings of her garter belt and straps. I pull the whole thing away from her and let it fall to the floor. I tear the stockings in half and chuckle at her shocked expression.

“No time to pull them away,” I explain, fishing a handful of condoms from my pocket and throwing them on the bed. “Take off my clothes,” I demand as my heartbeats pulse in my ears. All I want to do is pound my cock into her tight pussy until we’re both raw and empty. That is how I’ve been feeling since we met.

She hastens to spin around and kneel in front of me. The mattress doesn’t offer much stability for her, so she bounces on it as her hands swiftly get rid of my jacket, tie, and shirt. Her eagerness to have me inside herself matches my own and melts my heart.

Aware I’m playing a surly Dom, I scramble for something to distract myself from the fact she makes me feel so soft inside. I stretch out my right hand to cup her breast. Her hands have just set my pants and briefs flying to the floor. As they return to cradle my balls and erection, I roll her hard nipple between my fingers before pulling it, hard.

Her gasp fans the purple head of my shaft as she licks a sinful path around it. When her lips cover my dick, sucking at the droplets on it, I realize I won’t last a second. I cup her chin in one hand and her shoulder in another and pull her away.

A pang stabs my chest at her confused expression. I dip my head and press my mouth on her open lips trying to capture her sweet self. I just taste my essence, but my soul feels less empty.

I run a thumb along her cheek and smile into her round eyes. Fiery passion shines back at me, a perfect mirror of my own. However, I also see a mix of apprehension and doubt, which breaks my heart. I need her wholehearted trust for this role play to work.

I nibble her chin and dust my lips up her face to her ear. “I want to fuck you so hard right now.” When she opens her mouth to agree as I know she will, I slide a thumb inside it. She takes the bait and sucks at it. I groan when my cock twitches between us. I rub my nose along hers, lean my forehead on hers, and add in a hoarse whisper, “No, Maria, you don’t want that. I know you’re dealing with some heavy shit.” I put an index finger to her lips and grin. “I appreciate you so fucking much for playing along with my kinks, but I won’t push you.” With a wink, I wrap up, “Not tonight at least.”

Without warning, I scoop her up into my arms. As she shrieks, I stalk out of the room and march to my bedroom. That’s where I want to have her, if we’re not playing tonight.

Halfway down the stairs, she cups my face in her hands and smooches my lips. My broad smile still lingers when I deposit her in the middle of my bed.

She doesn’t let go of my face, so I kneel in front of her. “What am I going to do with you?”

“Don’t send me packing again.” I pause, stunned by my own words. As my heart swells, I admit the truth to myself and to her. “I can’t deal with that again. It hurt too much the first time.” I cover her lips with mine and wait. She opens up for me and I drink her moans as our tongues swirl. We lazily taste each other, my hands explore her back, squeeze her round ass. Her fingers comb my hair, dig into my shoulders. When we pull away to breathe, I whisper, “Give us a chance.”

She probes my gaze, clearly struggling with whatever demons haunt her. Although I wish I could vanquish them for her, that’s not how it works. All I can do is show her how much I care. Prove to her I’m invested in this relationship, that I wanted it to work. But this will happen over a longer period of time. Right now, I can only wear my feelings on my sleeve and pray that she can read them on my face.

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