Page 82 of Taking Chances

My smirk is pure happiness, knowing she’s into it because I haven’t stopped thinking about it since the first time I saw her naked. Though my mind is ecstatic, my cock is furious at me. My balls are drawn so tight I fear I’ll burst the second I enter her.

Shaking my head to get some clarity, I issue another command. “Now crawl.” I step in front of her and head to the bedroom.

Covered in spit, she follows me on the floor. I get there first, and I’m rewarded by her crimson cheeks and swaying tits as she makes the rest of the way to me.

I sit on the bed, but as she moves to do the same, I stop her. “I don’t think sluts like you are allowed on the bed. Stay where you are.” She freezes in an instant.

The way she submits so instinctively, fuck, it does something to me.

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ANNE

My knees are already hurting, but it’s nothing compared to how the rest of me is feeling. I’m so wet it’s embarrassing, practically dripping on his hardwood floors. My nipples ache, desperate to be touched, to be kissed. My core pulses with need as I await his next move.

What I’m doing—crawling, obeying his orders, is the most degraded I’ve ever felt. It’s also the most freeing. Any embarrassment I had fled when he released me from my dress and spat on my breasts.

It’s so dirty. And so fucking hot.

The little pauses he makes, inspecting me as to figure out if I’m worth the effort, turn me on even more. My breath races, my pulse skyrocketing. His expression is flat, not giving anything away. The anticipation makes me want to jump out of my skin, but I kneel patiently, hoping to be rewarded for my obedience.

His tattoos taunt me, peeking from his plain white tee, while his dick looks painfully hard beneath the faded jeans. It’s a heady feeling, knowing I’m making him hard. One that makes me want to debase myself even more. To do anything,anything, he asks of me.

He approaches me from behind, kneeling down behind me. Another smack lands on both of my ass cheeks and I hiss in response. It stings like hell, but the fire somehow connects to my clit, making it ache even worse. I push my ass backward, hoping to get some friction before he delivers another smack.

“Stay still,” he says, his tone low and commanding. So I listen and stay still.

The sound of a zipper fills the room, and arousal overtakes me.

“I want you to fill my mouth,” I pant out, too desperate to be ashamed.

He grabs the back of my hair, wrapping it around his fist and lifting me in the process.

“Such a greedy little slut. You think you’re here to make demands?” He makes a point by roughly tugging on my nipple, eliciting a guttural moan. “You’re here for me to use, remember? Or do I need to help you remember?” The other nipple gets the same treatment.

I shake my head, but he pulls my hair firmer. “Say it.”

“I’m here for you to use me, Sir,” I practically whimper. “Please use me.”

I don’t get a warning before he shoves his cock deep inside of my pussy.

“Aaah,” I cry out. He’s so thick and hard, I feel every inch with how sensitive I am.

“Color,” he grits out.

“Green.”

He lets out a groan, pulling my hair even further back and starts pumping into me.

“Take it, take my fucking cock like the slut that you are.” He’s practically growling, his pace punishing.

His cock is too big to take like this, so every thrust has some pain mixed in with pleasure. But it fucking works, because —mixed with the sting of my scalp and his punishing words—it’s pushing me right toward the edge.

“Yes, yes! I want it!” I hear my voice echoing the room, but I’m not the one saying it. I’m somewhere else, in a universe where pain and pleasure are mixed into a substance more addictive than heroin and shot straight into my veins. My blood is fire, my body electricity, and as he brings his other hand to my front and harshly pinches my nipple, my blood reaches a boiling point, toppling over the edge.

Lights burst behind my eyes as the orgasm hits me wave after wave. My pussy pulses around his cock, eliciting a feral groan. Just as the final waves subside, he takes out his cock and warm liquid lands on the skin of my back and thighs.

The feel of his cum on my ass is so fucking erotic; I love it. After all the harsh words, his release is my reward. My praise. I know I pleased him. I know I served him right.

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