Page 97 of Homecoming

“Quiet!” He snaps the command. “I don’t want to hear a word from your lips until you cum. Do you understand?”

She nods, biting her lip, forcing herself into silence. She mumbles her cry as his fingers tease at the hem of the small satin panties. “Mm…” a muffled moan quietly escapes as his fingers eventually touch her clit and he teases a circle around it.

Her fiery, warm scent wafts over him with every breath he takes. It’s a scent of lust and arousal so strong it drowns even the smell of his aftershave.

Kat closes her eyes, desperately trying not to cry out as he slides the now wet thong down her legs and removes it.

Finally, she dares to open her eyes, and looking up, she sees him standing over her.

In silence, Darius watches her, and with only the rise and fall of his toned muscular chest, he stays focused on Kat's naked body, laid in front of him, her arms tied above her head. He presses a knee with a dominant firmness against her inner thigh and spreads her legs wider apart. Then, slowly he takes off his pants and shorts and places them neatly on the chair with his shirt before kneeling at the foot of the bed.

Kat can feel the cool lick of his wet tongue teasing against her slit and her breath hitches in the back of her throat, as Darius slides two fingers inside her.

“Ohhh…” she groans as quietly as she can, desperately trying to not make a sound as her chest heaves to each circular swish.

Darius laps with more fervor as his fingers work a rhythmic motion in tune with each of Kat's breaths. Her hips buck as she strains at the belt around her wrists, as Darius's tongue snakes a flicker over every inch of her body. Her pussy tastes sweet, her skin salty and as the coolness of his breath wafts against the burning fiery want of her snatch, Kat cries out in distressed ecstasy. “Darius please…please, make me cum!”

He sits back, resting on his heels and smiles, just watching the panting heave of her chest; her breasts pert with lust.

As Darius continues to stare, Kat can feel the pulsing throb of her own want and she fights to get free of her bonds. The urgency of her need is etched in her face as she pleads for him to set her free from this erotic and enjoyable hell.

“What did I tell you? Stay quiet!”

“I know but… Oh please I just want… Darius I want you so much.”

“I know,” he grins. “I know what you want but I told you to wait.” He growls loudly and his chest fills as he takes a deep breath and with a roaring snarl, he turns her over.

“Mm…” she moans in a muffled cry. The belt pulls tighter, twisted around the soft rope and she buries her face into the pillow and takes a deep breath, anticipating what’s coming.

“Five…” he snarls with a throaty growl, “and you’ll count each one of them.” He watches her head nod before, back arched, he hitches her ass high in the air. A devilish grin fills his face as his hand smooths a trail over the soft, firm curves. “I can see how much you’ve been working out, Lieutenant.”

Her muscles twitch beneath his touch and he can’t resist sliding two of his fingers teasingly inside her; they feel hard against her soft and he smiles. Licking her wet from his hand, he immediately brings it down, slapping it with a hard thud against the cheeks of her ass.

There’s a loud gasp mixed with a cry as Kat yelps. “One!” she swallows the ‘fuck’.Closing her eyes even more tightly than before, she hears his hand in the room’s silence as it swooshes forward, and the crack meets her skin. “Two…ff—uck.” she can’t contain the curse as it drops from her lips.

“I said quiet. I only want to hear you to count.”

She nods and a solitary tear escapes in the corner of her eye as she calms herself. The throbbing heat in the cheek of her ass sends a warm sensation through her body and her clit pulses with begging desire.

Kat's almost on the brink of orgasm and concentrates hard. Her ass glows pink from the punishment, each slap met by a loud pant and muffled cry. Her nipples pucker beneath her in response to the feeling of his body behind hers.

It’s intense in the silent pause between slaps. The air is electric with anticipation and without warning, she again feels the hard smack of his hand against her skin.

“Three…Oh fuck, Darius…”

She takes a deep breath. The bed creaks beneath her and her brow glistens with sweat. That last slap hurt, and she grits her teeth in expectation of more.

Darius says nothing, just smiles as he smooths his hand on the reddening skin. Pressing his rock-hard dick against her entrance, he struggles to contain himself. She looks amazing spread before him, like a feast for a famished man, and he can’t help stroking his hand on the taut firmness of her thigh. His want for her intensifies. He yearns to be inside her and in only a few more moments, he’s going to take what he’s waited so long to enjoy.

The roar falls from his lips as he smacks her again. Kat shudders beneath his control. Her arousal is obvious as her breaths come faster and sharper.

Darius continues to support her body and holding her hips, keeps her still. Consumed by his own lustful desires, he issues the fifth and final slap. It happens so fast that Kat has barely let the word ‘four’ fall from her lips. She cries out in shocked surprise and takes a deep breath, but before she can gather her thoughts, she feels the pressing tip of his dick teasing its way inside her.

Filling her with his cock, he slides into her warmth with a controlled but dominant amount of force. “Oh… Oh God…” she gasps and groans as his fingers seek out her clit and he massages the sweet, sensual spot with exactly the right amount of pressure. All Kat can do is submit. She forces her hips back welcoming the pleasure until her stomach cramps and the overwhelming desire fills every sinew of her body.

Then as the orgasm rocks through her limbs, every muscle in her body tenses, her skin glows with heat and barely able to speak she pants with an exhausted relief.

Darius can feel the pulse of her muscles as they tighten around his dick. “Fuck.” He snarls another growl and with his feet planted firmly on the floor, he unleashes some of his control over his prize.

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