“Serena! Stop!” he pulled out of my mouth, long pearl strands of salvia connected us like spider webs, snapping only when I fell back on my knees choking. Breathing raggedly, Owen leaned against the foot of the bed, then went to the bathroom for a towel. “You must stop when I tell you.” He wiped my face gently. I stared up at him, doe-eyed. “Always follow my instructions.” He smiled.

I nodded and coughed.

“Come here.” He sat on the small bench at the foot of the bed and patted his thigh. “Lay across.”

I obeyed without concern. “Are you going to spank me with your bare hand?” I asked as he positioned me properly, offering up my ass for his use. He didn’t answer. Slowly and reverently he drew his fingertips down the landscape of my spine, across the basin of my lower back, up and around the swell of my ass; curving and swirling across my skin as if he were authoring my fate in invisible ink. My pulse quickened eager for him to caress my ass.

“Would you like to rub your clit?”

“No,” I replied stupidly.

“Have it your way.” Owen massaged and jiggled my ass. Clearly he was going to enjoy this as much as I was. “Damn baby, you ass is so fucking sexy.” More caressing over my mound. Then a loud smack and sunburst of pain spread across the vista of my ass.

“Oow!” I yelped. I maintained my position, though barely. Before the solar flare from the first smack faded, there came another and another. Twinkling lights like sparklers danced before my eyes. I reached between my legs and, rather awkwardly, rubbed my clit as Owen’s shower of slaps rained down.

“You like the way I spank you, slut?” He hissed and smacked between words. “You’re wet, aren’t?”

“Oh fuck yeah!” The burning swells with each smack and my pussy pulsed wildly the more I rub. Owen’s hand lands with pinpoint precision, punishing my tender ass sweetly. “More, please, more,” I begged. Soon my fingers and inner thighs were slick and my clit was keening to be sucked again. I squirmed and squealed—begged and pleaded. To no avail.

“Are you okay?” He stopped and kissed me.

I whimpered my affirmation onto his lips.

He grinned. “You don’t want me to stop, do you?”

I shook my head violently.

“You want me to fuck you, don’t you?” His tone husky. “Feel my cock stretching your tiny neglected hole—claiming it. Restraining you…taking you deep…making you cum on my cock.” More slaps found their target. “You’re mine, Serena. Say it.”

I was in heaven, or so I thought until I felt his hand slip between my cheeks and enter my pussy. I gasped at the penetration but instinctively my walls began milking his finger and it wasn’t long before I melted into orgasm. Judging by Owen’s throaty purr, my struggle to regain some semblance of control excited him greatly. Another smack accompanied his probing digit and my rubbing hand. Shamelessly I spread my legs wider, his hand now slowly ebbed and flowed wetly inside of me with ease. I rubbed tiny circled on my clit; blinded by the reverberation of his palm on my soft ample bottom, and our mutual gutter-whispers. This was heaven!

Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!-Smack! A series of blows came in quick succession punctuated by his authoritative narration and my cries of orgasm. I slumped limp and exhausted. On one swift motion, I was lifted, on my back spread eagle, and, before I could register or adjust, Owen’s cock was burrowing inside my tight fuckhole unmercifully. My arms encircled his neck and held on for dear life! His hands reached under and palmed my aching cheeks, kneading them. The deep and harder and faster he hammered the more I squirted on his shaft. I was lost in a swirl of pleasure, silently wiling him to have his way, do as he pleased—fuck me, suck me, spank me but for goodness sake don’t stop!

“Whose dirty little fuck toy are you now?”

“Yours,” I practically whispered.

He gripped my ass harder, “What was that?”

“Yours,” I said louder.

“Now you’re gonna be a good fuck toy for me aren’t you? Let me fuck your pussy whenever I choose.” He drove into me urgently when I failed to answer. “Speak.”

“Yes, I’ll be good.”

“Are you gonna cum for me?”

I nodded. I couldn’t breathe. I’d never been so full; so stretched; so thoroughly fucked in all my life. “Aghhh!” I shouted when the first wave of orgasm shook me.

Owen came second later, filling me. He shuddered till we were spent.



Three more rounds of spankings and sex past. I lie on my stomach smiling at Owen while he looked up at the ceiling. “You hurt my ass.”

“It wasn’t supposed to tickle.”

“You call me a dirty little fuck toy.”

He looked at me and grinned sweetly. “Does that bother you?”

I reached over and began stroking him back to life. “If I answer wrongly, will you spank me again?” His cock jerked in my hand. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

He turned his face ceilingward.

“Does this mean you’ll stay?”

“I’ll stay for awhile.” His chest filled with air then fell.

I attempted to hide my disappointment; however, it wasn’t lost on him. He cut me a sideways glance and chuckled.

“Would you like to come with me when I leave, restless one?”

“Well if you insist.” I beamed. His smile faded as the backs of his fingers caressed my jaw line.

“I insist.”

Feeling emboldened, I asked, “You said you’d done things you were ashamed of; some in this house. What have you done?”

He gave an exhausted grin and pulled me to him. “I’ll explain everything….one day.”



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