“Roark, stop. I shouldn’t have done it. I won’t do it again!”
“If the killer had found you alone in that pool, you’d be dead. You’re going to learn to mind me and follow the rules.”
Thank God he stopped. I almost came when he was spanking me.
She took deep lungfuls of air and began to breathe a bit more easily when he released the vice grip of his legs trapping hers. Helping her to her feet, he fisted her hair and led her to the corner. It wasn’t unexpected. What did catch her off guard was instead of moving away from her, he moved behind her, unbuttoned the fly of his jeans, and released his cock, throbbing in need. It was all she could do to stifle her own needy moan. If he needed to fuck her… she needed him to do it even more. She knew this was punishment sex, pure and simple, but her pussy pulsed in rhythm to his need all the same.
He ran his hands lightly up and down the side of her torso, alternating between fingertips and knuckles. Her body shuddered in anticipation and advanced arousal. Caressing her bottom with one hand, he guided the head of his hot staff to her wet sheath, pausing just outside her opening.
For the love of God, what was he waiting for? She pushed back to try to engage his cock. The crack across her backside was loud and harsh.
“Don’t you dare forget yourself with me, little girl. Daddy is the one who does the mounting, not you. I want you to feel every single inch of Daddy’s cock as he takes possession of what belongs to him.”
“Please, Roark, I want you…” she mewled in frustration and need.
“Oh, I know, Pet, but before I’m done, your pussy is going to be as sore and swollen as your backside. And after I’ve filled your pussy with my cream, Daddy’s going to fill your bottom hole as well.”
Slowly, Roark surged forward, inch by tantalizing inch, sinking deep inside her. Sage collapsed against the wall, her orgasm bursting forth to encompass them both with its power and simplicity. She needed nothing more than to be filled with him. Had Roark not held her hips, her knees would have buckled, and she’d have hit the floor.
“You need Daddy to spank you hard and fuck you harder, don’t you, little girl?”
Thrusting slowly, he exaggerated the motion that dragged his length along her inner walls, pushing to her depths and ensuring his hard pelvis bumped her tender behind, then dragged his cock back, almost retreating completely and surging forward again. This wasn’t just punishment sex, not just dominance—this was Roark taking complete control and possession, offering no mercy and giving no quarter. Sage arched her back, offering deeper penetration along with her uttered surrender.
“Daddy is going to fuck his little girl until she learns to behave.” He timed the rough pumping of his hips to punctuate each word.
His fingers dug into her tender flesh as he held her in place, thrusting with more vigor, his pelvis slamming into her punished ass, his cock hammering her pussy so she was in no doubt who was in control. Roark released the hold on one of her hips, his fist in her hair drawing her ear close to his mouth.
“Daddy’s going to fuck your sore bottom when he’s done with your pussy. He’s going to fill it up and make you scream with need. What is it they say in the song? It’s going to hurt so good. You want that, don’t you, Sage?”
His onslaught showed no signs of slowing or of his impending release. She climaxed again, praying at some point, he’d empty himself in her. There was a part of her that thought about the wrongness of what he was doing, but nothing had ever felt more right. The greater part of her—the part that took flight and soared among the heavens where there was only light—had never felt sexier, safer, more submissive, and seductive all at the same time.
Roark knew her in a way no other being ever could or would. He knew exactly what to say and how to say it to invoke that secretly submissive woman who had laid dormant for so many years. She had never liked anal, but the thought of giving herself to him that way had an allure that was undeniable. Sage wanted to feel his staff stroking her back passage in the same way he did her sheath. She needed to feel that painful stretch of her puckered rosebud as he pressed forward, humbling her at the same time he set her free. She knew he meant to encourage her to embrace all that she was, not just the parts she thought were socially acceptable.
“Good girl,” he crooned. “Come for Daddy again.”
Repeatedly, he plunged into her, plundering her pussy so it pulsed and trembled all along his length. She was getting just what she needed, a good hard ramming, and reveled in his embrace. Her vaginal walls trembled. She couldn’t process the intensity of her own emotions, feelings he called forth so easily. Her breath quickened and became labored, her moans morphing into whimpers before only silence greeted her oncoming climax, and her legs stiffened in anticipation as he gave a last brutal thrust, releasing a torrent of cum into her depths.
Roark leaned against her, pressing her into the wall, trying to catch his breath. He uncoupled from her, nuzzling her neck and kissing her gently as the overflow from his seed dribbled down her thighs. Turning her around, he placed his hand on top of her head, and just as he had in the pool, he pressed down, forcing her to her knees.
Sage wrapped her hand around the length of his cock, fisting him gently as she wet her lips. Opening her mouth, she wasn’t prepared when he cupped the
