Page 12 of Bought and Shared
“You need this, Aurora. Your master will always give you what you need,” I soothe.
She hates me for it, but she finally gives in. What she doesn’t realize is that if this were Knox, she’d be in for far more than a spanking. After as many times as she’s forgotten to call me by my proper title, he’d have spanked her twice over and moved on to the belt by now. If I am to prepare her for the aggressive giant, she needs to be properly educated. And damn if I don’t liketeaching her these important lessons personally. My cock throbs so intensely as it rubs against her naked belly that it’s hard to keep count of how many blows I’ve delivered.
Finally, when I sense she’s accepted her punishment, I stop and tell her, “Bend over the arm of the couch and put your face and shoulders on the seat.”
I notice a few fat tears leak down her cheeks as she does, and I’m tempted to comfort her. However, that would be a mistake. One Knox would never make. One that she’d later exploit to get out of future punishments. So I harden my resolve, almost as stiff as my cock, as she moves to the side of the couch, bends forward, and assumes the position on the couch in front of her that I’ve commanded. She spreads her legs in order to bend far enough, and her position exposes all her secret places to my hungry gaze. The cheeks of her reddened ass open and I can see the whorl of her tiny anus and the parted labia dripping with her arousal. Her pink core is shining with juice and again the urge to take her nearly overwhelms me.
Her ass is almost as red as her hair and I marvel at how beautiful she is. “What must you call me, Aurora?”
Hiccuping, she says very softly, “Master.”
“Good girl,” I compliment, gently massaging each rosy, round globe as she oh-so-quietly sighs from the relief of it. “You deserve a treat for being so sweet. Would you like that, Kitten?”
Aurora tosses a hot look over her shoulder that makes me chuckle. I’m not blind. She hates the nickname, but I’m not giving it up. It suits her too well.
My hand glides between her legs to her glistening cunt. Her clit is heavily swollen with desire and I coat my fingers in her juices.To draw this out, I begin to circle that bundle of nerves slowly. When her breath hitches and she begins to move, I know she’s as turned on as I am.
In my free hand, I take up my cock and glide it against her tight entrance. It takes all my willpower not to squeeze myself inside her weeping core. When she bucks back against me from my handling of her, my cock head nudges against that barrier of muscle and hot, wet flesh that I so desperately want to conquer.
Rearing back, I avoid any further penetration, despite how badly I want it. Mastering my desire, I run my fingers tips between her legs and use her cream lubricate my cock before I begin to jack it up and down roughly. Her juice coats my shaft and my hand and her thighs, and the smell is enough to make me spill my seed. I’m already leaking precum like a faucet. It mixes with her essence in a heady combination that beckons me to use this to my advantage by plowing head-long inside of her.
Silencing that voice in my head, I focus on her cunt and the delicious noises she’s making as I tease her clit. My stomach muscles clench when she grunts and tries to grind her hips against my cock again, angling for more contact.
I give her a hard slap on the ass and she stills, but I can tell when I begin rubbing her again, she’s even more slick than before. That tangible evidence tells me she loves to be mastered. The knowledge does something to me that I can’t explain.
“Do you like being spanked, Kitten?” I demand then, as I fuck my fist. “Tell the truth or I won’t let you cum.”
She doesn’t answer right away, so I stop circling her clit and give her another spank. Aurora rocks her hips and pleads with meover her shoulder. “Please, Master! I just want to finish. I’m so close.”
“Good girls ask for permission to cum,” I tell her, needing to hear her say the words.
Desperate to finish, her accelerated breath causes her chest to rise and fall. “Please, Master. May I?”
I give her ass another slap. “May you what? Say the words out loud or I won’t know what you want.”
She may think I’m being cruel, but she’s innocent in the ways of carnal pleasure and needs to open up if she’s to experience the full range of what I have in store for her.
“Please, let me finish,” she obediently begs.
“You want to cum, Aurora? Say it directly, or else I won’t let you, and you’ll have to watch me finish alone.”
After a few strained seconds, she relents and whimpers, “Please Master, may I cum?”
Stroking a slick finger down her spine, my body fairly thrums with excitement. “My pleasure, Kitten.”
My attention returns to her clit and my fingers work her over once more. Soon, she is bucking and riding my hand like a wild animal. I take up the beast between my legs and begin to tame him while teasing my woman. The closer she gets to her end, the closer I get to mine. When she shouts an unintelligible stream of words and the muscles of her body seize in one big spasm, I explode with her. Jerking the head of my cock, I aim at submissively posed body and begin to milk my shaft with reckless abandon.
Thick ropes of my hot, sticky seed paint her folds as I spew onto her ass, thighs, and pussy. As I unload, she comes all over my hand, her body straining against the intensity of her orgasm. Needing to mark her, I begin to rub my spunk into her backside, shoving gobs of it against her pulsing core.
“What are you doing?” She pants, shock coloring her expression.
“Marking you,” I say, as I make sure every drop is either rubbed into her skin or pushed directly into her woman’s passage. “Like I told you before, Aurora, you’re mine. Well, ours,” I correct myself, “And I need everyone else to know that as well.”
Her complexion turns a sickly grey and a new expression of horror takes over her delicate features. “Ours?”
Getting to my feet, I stuff my still-hard dick back into my pants and struggle to draw up the zipper. Pulling Aurora upright, I snag her gown off the floor and hand it to her.
“Yes, that’s right. Ours,” I repeat with a puckish grin. “Your other Master, Knox, will be arriving back on base in about a week. Until then, you’re all mine.”
