Page 13 of A Ryan Recollection

“You’re dripping wet, Hacker. And you taste so fucking sweet when you’ve been spanked hard, but I don’t think you’ve earned my mouth yet, have you?”

I glare at him, my eyes locking with his. “Yes I have.”

“Not even close.” He shakes his head as he kneels on the bed between my legs.

Sliding his hands up the backs of my thighs, my skin shivers at his expert touch as he lifts me slightly, shuffling his body forward so that my thighs are resting on his. He wraps my legs around his waist so that my hips and ass are off the bed. He pushes his thighs wider apart, taking mine with them before he unzips his fly and pulls out his stiff cock.

I look up at him. Molten heat pooling in my center as I wait for him to give me what I need. My pussy practically quivers in anticipation, desperate for him to fill me and give me the relief my body is craving.

Then he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a condom and I swear my racing heart stops beating in my chest. “W-what is that for?” I stammer.

He tears open the foil packet with his teeth, edging his cock against the seam of my ass and I realize he is at the perfect height to fuck my ass rather than my pussy. But we have never used a condom before — not even once. I swallow hard as a wave of confused emotion washes over me. Is this part of the punishment?

He doesn’t answer me, instead he stares into my eyes as he rolls the rubber over his thick shaft.

“Shane? Are you planning on…? With no lube? Because I’m kind of sore…” I murmur.

He fucks my ass after spanking me all the time, but not usually when he’s doled out the kind of punishment he just has. My poor backside is throbbing and kind of tender and I’m not sure I can take the hammering that he seems intent on.

“And why would I give a fuck if you’re sore, Hacker?” He arches one eyebrow at me. “I mean if we were upstairs in my bed, where you’re my wife, then I’d care, wouldn’t I? But down here, you’re not my wife, you’re just the woman who walked out on me and ripped my fucking heart out.”

I drag in a shaky breath. What the hell have I done? I want my sweet husband Shane back. Why did I ever miss this asshole?

But even as I ask myself the questions, nervous excitement skitters along my spine. I have no idea of the logic behind it, but I have missed him. I’ve missed this.

“You’re an asshole,” I hiss.

“This is who you wanted though, right? No more nice guy, Shane, who would do anything for you. No more making you come over and over again just because I can, or just because you beg me. No, you’re gonna work for your pleasure now, Hacker, and you already took one that I didn’t give permission for.”

“I-I,” I stammer but I don’t know how to finish the sentence because this is what I asked for, right? And I love him like this. I love the angst and the tension and the angry fucking, but not as much as I love the man who worships the ground I walk on.

“I don’t want to hear your excuses, Hacker,” he says dismissively.

He reaches into his other pocket and takes out something that I can’t see because it’s hidden in his huge hand. Then he’s squeezing something into his palm before coating his thick shaft and I almost sigh with relief when I realize he is using lube after all. But I still don’t understand the condom and it hurts me that he’s using one with me.

When he’s finished with the lube, he tosses the small plastic tube onto the floor and grabs my hips before shifting position so that his cock is pressing against my asshole.

“Shane?” I whimper as he glares at me.

He’s never taken me like this before — fucked my ass while staring deep into my eyes and it makes the skin from my chest to my face burn with heat.

Without any further warning, he pushes deep inside me. He’s not gentle by any means, but he’s not rough either and I gasp as he fills me with his cock. When he starts to circle my clit with the pad of his thumb, I moan louder and pull at my restraints. I want to touch him so badly.

“You seem to be enjoying this punishment a little too much, Hacker,” he says as he pushes two thick fingers deep into my pussy and if my hips weren’t held in place through being impaled on his cock, I swear they would have jolted six feet up into the air.

“Shane!” I hiss as the pleasure rockets around my body.

My eyelids flutter closed for a second and he drives deeper into me.

“Look at me!” he barks until I open my eyes again and they lock on his.

He fucks my ass and finger fucks my pussy, and he watches every expression on my face while he does it. Watching me as I completely fall apart for him.

He hasn’t given me permission to come, but I’m going to have to take it anyway because there is no way that I can stop the huge orgasm that is about to crash over me. I feel it cresting a wave and he slows his movements slightly, keeping me on the very edge of the precipice for what feels like an eternity before he allows my body the release it so desperately needs.

When I finally climax, I scream his name so loudly that it fills the small room completely and I wonder if the people in the nightclub next door heard me.

When my eyes are able to focus, I see him still glaring down at me while his cock twitches in my ass. He pulls out of me slowly and pulls off the condom before throwing it onto the floor. Then he unhooks my legs from around his waist and moves back until I’m flat on the bed again and no longer resting on him. He leans over me, his forearms beside my head and his warm breath on my neck.

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