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Smack!
“Knox!” I come around his shaft squeezing it as he continues to pump inside me.
“That’s right squeeze my cock! Your pussy belongs to me, Carissa. And my cock belongs to you!”
I shudder at his words, they send my mind to new heights along with my body. “Yes. Yes! I’m yours!” I kiss him hard and use my tongue to part his lips.
In a flash, he breaks it and turns toward the bed. He takes me off his cock and tosses me backwards through the air. I bounce on the bed before he flips me to be on my hands and knees. As quickly as I lost him, he’s back inside me in one hard thrust. My mouth falls open as my eyes roll. A deep groan leaves me, as my throat makes a sound I didn’t even know could come out of me. He continues to slam into me hard. Skin slapping against skin fills the air. I’m coming not once, not twice, but three times. They all flow together into one massive bundle of pleasure as my mind tries to keep up with what my body is feeling.
His hand comes down on my ass.
Smack!
The slap and sting ricochets through me. He then does it to my other ass cheek.
Smack!
He spanks me again, and again, until a deep warmth radiates down to the muscle and along my folds.
I have to lean forward, sticking my ass in the air more for him. “More please, sir!” I also almost demand it but remember how he likes me to request things.
He continues to pound into me, but the slaps stop. I glance over my shoulder as the warm and wonderful sting begins to ebb. His hand comes down onto my ass four more times in quick concession. Each one building with intensity.
Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!
My neck strains, but I can’t look away from the pure look of concentration and lust on his face as he alternates his gaze from my red ass, to my eyes. He then runs a hand over the tender flesh, and I swear, I’m on the edge of the strongest orgasm of my life.
Every time I’m with this man he tops the last time. I always think this one can’t be topped and he does it. His fingers come down to stroke my clit. A sheen of sweat glistens over his broad pecs, the roman numerals stand out to me. I don’t have time to think as my body squeezes him and my legs are about to give out.
“I’m coming!” I shout.
He grabs onto my hips and brings me back as he slams forward with a growl. My body quakes as hot fluid fills my passage.
After a moment, he pulls out of me, and I become a limp noodle in the center of his bed. I don’t think I could move if I needed to. A second later, he curls his larger frame around mine and holds me close. He kisses my shoulder, and then nips and sucks at it, until I’m certain there will be a large love bite there in the morning.
My chest heaves. Despite my muscles protesting, I turn over and wrap his arm back around my waist. I throw my leg over his hip. His softening cock rests against my still quivering folds. I touch his chest. “What does this mean?” My fingers ghost over the numbers.
He tenses a little and then relaxes. “They’re your dad’s birth and death years. I got it one night while drunk, but I don’t regret it.”
I lean forward and kiss the mark. “Maybe I’ll get a similar one for him. After all, I owe him a lot. I’m certain he brought us together when we needed each other the most.”
Knox tilts up my chin. “I’m certain he did as well. You’re everything I’ve ever wanted, Carissa. Everything and more.”
My heart swells as he kisses me with slow intention. His hand then moves to rub the tender flesh of my red ass. I never want to leave his arms.
Epilogue
Knox
One year later...
I circle Carissa, her slender naked form almost hangs as her bound wrists extend above her head, held together by leather cuffs. The chain clinks through the pulley system I’ve rigged to come down from the ceiling. It allows her toes to touch the floor but only just enough that she’s not hanging by her body weight.
Her head tracks my movements, a blindfold keeping her from seeing what I’m doing, a paddle rests in my hands. She’s been a little brat this morning. Purposefully leaving dirty dishes in the sink. Even though there’s a wash and dry rule as soon as you’re done with a dish unless we’re having company over and it can be left for later.
“See, I think you want this, Carissa. You’ve been pushing my buttons since last night. Doing every little thing you know that will earn you a spanking.”
I run the paddle along the underside of her chin and tilt it up.
