I watch her like a hawk as she slips off her simple cotton panties and crawls to the middle of the bed. She gets into position, and I have to grip my cock and press hard to stave off the desire to come. My nerves are rattled, and my palms are itching for a fight, but every breath she takes eases the tension from my nightmare. Brings me back to the place where it’s only her and me in this room and the beauty that we are together.
I remove my boxer briefs, place a knee on the bed, and ease my hard dick in between her ass cheeks. I close my eyes and groan around the pleasure that simple act provides. She pushes back on a moan, wanting more.
“Did I say you could move?” I use a stern and forceful tone, reminding her exactly who is in charge tonight.
Her body stills magnificently.
“Dove, I’m going to do things to you tonight that will make you scream, cry, and possibly beg for more. If at any time you don’t like something or want to stop, you just say stop. Specific safe words won’t be necessary between us. I plan to learn your body, your wants and desires as if they are my own. Your pleasure will be my pleasure. Your happiness is my happiness. Your tears are my tears. Understand?”
“Yes, Nick.”
“Are you ready to take a little pain?”
Her head drops between her shoulders, and a calm wave of energy rolls off her form. “So ready.”
And right then it dawns on me that, seeing me break down, being there for me, my violent response, probably triggered her own corporeal need.
I rub my hands along each plump globe. Her ass is heart shaped and silky smooth. Not for long. I grin, levering one hand around her hips, the other along her cheeks. Then I pull back and lay the curve of my palm against the roundest part in a fast, firm smack. She squeaks, her body pushing forward momentarily before she eases back. I give her another, and another, until I’ve got a cadence of whacks going. Top, down, left, right, other side. She cries out, louder in the bedroom than she’s been before, and I want so badly to make her scream. Force the demons rolling around inside her to make their way out, for at least one night. Give her peace.
“Does it hurt?” I smack her in a new position, wanting every inch of her ass red and throbbing with a beautiful ache.
“Yes!” she cries out as I smack the part where ass meets the back of the thigh. I rub my hand around each cheek, appreciating the heat.
“Have you had enough?” I growl between clenched teeth. I’m so focused on her body, on each sway of her hips moving closer to my punishing hand, proof she’s enjoying every second of her submission. Her tits are bouncing below, both tips erect, begging for attention. When my hand hits her skin, she makes a little noise in the back of her throat, the same noise she makes right before she comes, only this sound is shorter, more staccato. My girl is loving her spanking as much as I love giving it to her.
She shakes her head.
“No?” I confirm to make sure she’s heard me.
“No. More. Harder.” Her voice is caked with longing.
“You want harder than my hand, Dove?”
Her body twitches at my question. “Please, yes. Hurt me good, Nick. It’s so, so good.”
My body trembles at the magic of this moment. I like gifting pain, whether in the gym by working over my members or in the ring by battling it out, but what I haven’t had since the early army days is a willing masochist. Someone who enjoys the pain I inflict and begs for more. As with any true gift, it has to be appreciated, respected, given with care and concern, and reciprocated. I intend to always be the man to give this woman what she desires. What she craves.
Walking up to my closet, I pull a belt off a hook and fold it in half. “You sure you want more? My leather belt here would love to kiss your ass, but you need to be sure.”
Her voice is dense with lust. “I need it. Please,” she pleads.
“Dove, I love hearing you beg.” I toss the belt over my shoulder and rub my hands down her back, under where I can tweak and pull at each nipple, and then back around.
She shivers at the loss of my touch, making my dick weep with the need to be inside her. I stroke my cock a few times, allowing the beast a little me time before I dispense a lashing to Honor’s perky reddened ass.
When I’ve calmed down a bit, I take the belt and lay it over her back, each side dangling over so she can see the object of what will soon be her affection. She trembles and shimmies. I cover her ass with kisses, licking against the hottest bits of flesh and then delving between her thighs to taste her honey. Her arousal is dripping down her thighs.
“You fucking love my hands on you.” I grip her reddened cheeks hard, spreading them apart so I can have deeper access to her pussy.
I lick her from her clit to the tiny hole that puckers and winks. I swirl my tongue around the dark rosette, and her body arcs into cow position, wanting more.
“One day I’m going to take your pretty ass too.”
She moans. “Yes, please. Whatever you want.”
Nothing but pride enters my chest and swarms around my heart with her light. She’s it for me. This moment, tonight, seals it. I could never want or love another the way I do her. Never. My heart, my head, and my cock know it as fact. The next step will be making her accept it.
“Good girl.” I pat her ass, take a few more long licks, coating my tongue in her sweet
