He twisted her arm behind her back, forcing her warm cheek against the cool wall of the bedroom. The rest of her naked body was still flushed and trembling after being dragged from the bed. The crumpled sheets still held heat from where she had knelt, eyes on his, taking him in her mouth. Stretched and deep, the act somehow both slutty and classy, she'd teased him to within an inch of his orgasm, then stopped. She'd tongued his balls, watching the fire in his eyes, before taking him deep again, wet and slobbering then backing off, over and over until he could take no more.
She'd known he would snap.
His hand roamed her exposed bottom then pulled away, making her tense. She knew what was coming. Hoped, at least. He paused, long enough to make her wonder, then slapped his open hand hard against her soft flesh.
Her toes curled into the carpet as heat spread from the handprint to touch everywhere inside her at once. She could feel his breath, excited and hot against her ear.
"You think you can tease me with no consequence? You're. Fucking. Mine."
His voice was tight with hard-fought control and need as his teeth nipped her lobe.
"Got that?"
She nodded as best she could against the rough surface.
"Yours. Show me… please?"
Her voice seemed hollow. Shaky. She wasn't sure if it was anticipation or fear.
His breath caught and she felt his hand leave her body. Then nothing. Again that aching pause. It stretched into the darkness, sharpening her senses, fusing her mind and hyper-alert skin before the delicious heat of his spank echoed around the room. The shocking white heat tore through her body and she groaned, twisting in his grip. Her nipples hardened, her pussy dripped for him as he snarled out one word.
"More?"
She didn't need to answer. He always knew. Another stinging slap landed as she cried out, her panting breaths condensing on the wall's surface. As his hand soothed the rosy globe, his cock twitched against her. The sheer strength of it made her belly flutter. God, she wanted him inside her. Wanted to be taken. To be possessed.
She felt him lift her cheek and pull her apart a little, the act dirty but so incredibly arousing. He let the flesh rebound and spanked her hard again, sending sparks shooting to her clit and beyond. His fingertips raked over the knot of her arsehole then slid down into the cleft of her drooling womanhood, sawing between her buttery outer lips. She desperately wanted him to take her right there against the wall. She needed to be controlled. To surrender. She wriggled in his grasp, teasing him further, feeling him grow and bob against her curvy behind.
One wet digit roved up into her crease again, circled her rosebud and pressed… just enough to penetrate her to the first knuckle. She stiffened at the new dimension to their lovemaking, senses piqued, mouth suddenly dry. Fresh wetness drizzled to coat her thighs as his finger invaded her darkest place.