Page 22 of Pretty Plaything
“What are you doing here?” she asks, a note of panic in her voice.
She’s all alone.
And all mine.
I lock the door, and her eyes widen.
It’s the first time I see her up close. Those big chocolate eyes stare at me. My gaze lowers to her breasts.
“You’re not supposed to be here,” she says, lifting her chin up.
“I can be wherever the fuck I want.” I grin, catching her arm and tugging her to me.
“What are you doing?” She tries to free herself, but I easily capture her wrists behind her back and bend her over. “Hey, stop! Let me go!”
I lift her dress.
She’s wearing a pair of pink panties.
“I said no panties. Did no one tell you?”
“You’re insane!”
“Maybe. But you’re going to be my wife, and you need to know what that means. When I tell you to do something, you do it. No questions asked. No hesitation. No doubts.” I give her a few sharp smacks on the ass.
“Stop! You can’t do this! Let go of me! Now!” Her protests and wiggling make my cock grow hard.
“Your body belongs to me. You belong to me. I can do whatever I want.” I wedge her panties into her crack, then bring my palm on her exposed cheeks. “If you disobey me, you’ll get punished.”
Her plump ass looks like it’s been made for a good spanking, and it will look even better when I paint it bright red.
“Ow! Stop! Please!” she cries as I keep spanking her.
There’s already a wet spot on her panties.
Good.
She’ll be even more entertaining than I could’ve possibly hoped for.
My pretty little plaything.
I hook my fingers into the waistband of her panties, pulling them down her long legs.
“No!” she screams, but I have no intention of stopping.
