Page 65 of A Ryan Recollection

She doesn’t deny it. Instead she bites on her bottom lip and I can’t take another damn second of her teasing. Grabbing onto her hips, I push myself up out of the chair, my cock still inside her as I walk her to my desk.

She wraps her legs around my waist and I narrow my eyes at her, brushing a loose wave of her hair behind her ear. “Did you just fuck me?”

She raises her eyebrows in amusement. “Kinda.”

“You know that is not how this works, right? I fuck you, angel.”

“Yeah?” she stares into my eyes, challenging me. The fear that she felt just two hours ago completely dissipated now. And I can’t even describe how much I love that I can do that for her.

“Yeah,” I growl as I pull her off my cock and spin her around, bending her over my desk.

I push her thighs apart with my knee and take a second to stare at her almost naked body. She’s only wearing knee high boots and a bra. Her sweet pussy is dripping with our cum. Wet, warm and pink, and begging to be filled. Then there’s her ass. Her perfect peach of an ass. I swear half the time I don’t know whether to eat it or worship it.

I rub my hand over it and she shivers. “You need me to remind you who is in control here, angel?”

It’s her. It’s always fucking her. One word and I would be on my knees at her feet and she knows it. But that she allows me the illusion that it’s me is one of the many, many reasons I adore her.

“You are,” she whimpers. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s a bit late for sorry now, Jessie,” I growl as I open my desk drawer and pull out my belt. I keep it in here as a spare — for occasions like this when I’m not wearing one and I want to spank her beautiful ass.

“Conor,” she moans softly as she hears the familiar jingle of the belt buckle.

I spank her with my hand first, leaving a satisfying red hand print on her skin as she hisses out a breath.

“Why did you make me come even when I warned you not to?” I ask as I bring my hand down again.

“I couldn’t help it,” she giggles, making me spank her harder.

“And now you’re lying to me?”

“I-I,” she stammers. “I really couldn’t stop.”

“You could, you just didn’t want to.” Palming the buckle, I wrap the leather around my fist. “Isn’t that right?” The belt slices through the air as I bring it down over her ass cheeks with a satisfying crack.

“Ah,” she cries, wriggling her ass until I spank her again.

“Answer the question, Jessie.”

“Yes,” she moans. “I didn’t want to stop.”

Crack!

“So why did you disobey me, angel?”

Crack!

“Because I wanted to see you lose control,” she whispers, half giggling despite the fact she has pink and white stripes all over her backside.

“And how has that worked out for you?”

Crack!

“Pretty damn perfect if I’m honest,” she breathes as she closes her eyes and presses her face against the desk.

I can’t help but smile at her. My horny little angel.

I drop my belt to the floor, desperate now to fuck her. Pressing my hands on the tops of her thighs and her ass cheeks, I spread her wide open for me and she shivers at my touch.

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