Page 74 of The Southern Submission

She half turns and looks up at me. “But I want this. I trust you.”

I sigh out my appreciation for those three words that mean the world to me and kiss her forehead, hugging her tighter. “I fucking love hearing that from you, but I don’t want you to say it because you feel pressured in the moment. Your consent and desires are far sexier than anything we could do together.” She brings her hand to my cheek and brushes her fingers into my hair. I turn into her touch and kiss her palm.

“I’m serious. I know you’ll make it better than what I’veexperienced before. Everything with you has been amazing. I know that won’t be an exception. Besides, I’ve been anticipating this since the moment you said you’d fill every hole with cum. You shouldn’t leave one out and make a liar of yourself,” she teases.

I chuckle in surprise. “Fuck. How do you go and get more perfect every day?” I shake my head as I decide to trust her back. “Remember to use your words if you’re uncomfortable or need to stop. You’re in control of everything we do, got it?”

She pulls back and gives me a look that sets me on fire with the brattiness of it and has my palm itching to show her what that will earn her.

“Enough talk. Spank me and fuck my ass already, Daddy.”

“Oh, girl. You’re going to get it now.”

I lean in and bite her shoulder. She yelps and swats at me as she scrambles off my lap, laughing.

“Turn around, Princess, we have to tame that bratty attitude.”

Forty-four

Payton

Ainsley naked on her hands and knees in front of me is a sight to behold. Her lithe curves and heart-shaped ass are tormenting. I bite the swell of one cheek and she yelps.

“You’re a freaking alligator today! I’m going to have teeth marks all over me.”

“Good. It should be apparent to anyone who sees you that you belong to me. You can bite me back anywhere you want and I’ll wear your teeth prints with pride to show that you own me.”

I drop down and lick along her ass crack and she lets out a startled sound that quickly turns to a moan as I tease her puckered entrance. Fuck yes, she’s okay with ass play. I get her nice and wet while heightening heranticipation. She’s even pushing back against my face for more as I show her what proper prep should feel like. Fuck, every part of Ainsley is amazing and tantalizingly good. I pull her cheeks apart, stretching her and massaging what I’m going to play with.

I give her one last lick and pull away, popping the cap on a bottle of lube, and pouring a trickle down to her tight ring. I swirl it around with my finger, coating her properly and dragging it down to ensure her pussy and clit are coated, too. She’s arching, rocking back into my fingers, and looking back at me with heavy-lidded eyes. My girl wants this. I coat the metal plug with lube and hold it up for her to see.

“You’re going to take this just like you’re going to take my cock, because you’re my good little slut who wants me to fill every hole.”

Her lashes flutter and she lets out a delicious moan. I take the opportunity and press the plug against her ass, pushing it into the tight ring of muscle with steady force while massaging her clit. She cries out and pushes back against me, taking the plug easily and grinding against my hand. I let her rock against me while pulling on the jeweled base. In seconds, she’s coming apart, her face dropping to the mattress, her pussy pulsing in a quick rhythm that has me growing hard and ready to plunge inside of her.

I growl in pleasure as she moans into the bed, half tempted to keep her in this position, but I want her closer for what comes next. I need intimacy and closeness with her when I’m inflicting pain and punishment, even if she likes it. I need the connection as much as she does.

I sit at the end of the bed and pull her to straddle my thigh, facing me, before bending her forward under my arm toward the bed. She’s languid, letting me position her without a fight until I have her secure with my arm around her waist and assup, her legs dangling on either side of my thigh so her toes brush the ground. She’ll be able to push off the ground for leverage and grind on my thigh in this position, but won’t be able to get away from me.

“How do you feel about losing your job at the Gazette?” I ask her.

She sighs and props her head on her folded arms, “I’m fine. They’re a second-rate paper and I can do better.”

“You truly can, but how do youfeel, little Spitfire?” I drop my voice low, taking on a commanding tone.

She squirms on my thigh, her pussy rubbing against my pants, the movements making the jeweled plug in her ass wink at me, and she huffs. “I’m fucking fine, just drop it already.”

I swing my arm and spank her ass, hard. She flinches and cries out, the sound beautiful but not close to her breaking point. She’s clenching around the plug, which is going to make her release even better when she gets there.

“You’re not fine. You weren’t prepared to lose your job on top of losing your gossip outlet because you were exposed by a spiteful ex. How…Do…You…Feel?” I ask, bringing my hand down on her ass with stinging efficiency between each word.

She whimpers, her toes pushing against the floor as she writhes against my thigh. She’s holding out from losing her shit, but close to getting off from the pain of the spanking and the friction of my thigh, which is the point of this position. I swing my palm again and connect with a stinging slap over the reddened cheek I’ve focused on. I haven’t pulled my strength this time, knowing she can take it, or use her words if not.

I turn to watch as she rocks forward, her head thrown back as she screams and bucks her hips against me, her thighs quivering with her release.

“That’s it, you’re doing so well,” Igrowl as she continues to rock against my thigh.

Her face quickly transforms from ecstasy to agony as she drops her head down onto her arms and bursts into tears.

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