“I liked it, too. But we’re moving on to something else now.” Gently, I felt him grasp and slowly remove the plug. Pressure built for a moment as he pulled, but then it popped out, leaving me feeling strangely empty. “I’m going to take good care of you,” he soothed me, placing it to the side and then running his palms over my back, my thighs. “Now, earlier we talked about how you belong to me.”
“I’m not sure—” I started rising up.
“Listen now, Sophie. Listen.” He held me, one hand at my hip, the other pressing on my upper back. I relaxed back down again, letting him have control. It felt good to stop the verbal war, the sparring and back and forth, defensive, aggressive, thinking round and round so hard my head hurt. I wanted him to make it stop.
“That’s it,” he encouraged me. “Now since you belong to me, I don’t want you spending any more time with Theo.”
“But—” I began to protest.
“No more time,” he repeated firmly, shifting my position slightly so my ass was displayed more readily to him. “I want you to know I mean it. I’m going to give you a spanking so you can remember who you belong to.”
“Liam.” I hesitated, nervous, starting to shiver across his lap even under his gentle touch.
“Shh,” he soothed me, rubbing, warming me up with his caress. “Take your punishment, baby. It’s what you need.”
Slap, his palm came down lightly on my upturned buttock. My eyes flew open wide, hands grasping at the chair in shock. He’d spanked me, really brought his hand down on my bottom like he’d said he would. His palm came down with another slap, this time on the other cheek. It stung lightly, not bad, a twinge of sensation but not pain.
Still quivering, I rested back down again on the arm of the chair, focused only on his hands running lightly over my skin, soothing, gentle. Then another slap, slightly harder, across both cheeks, followed by gentle rubbing along my inner thighs.
Smack, his calloused hand came down sharp on the lower part of my ass, close to my pussy. It hurt, but I could feel my clit throbbing in response. How would it feel if he spanked me there? How would it feel if he spanked me harder? Whack, he answered my question with a firmer slap, directly across my cheek.
“Ow!” I cried out, tense again. I didn’t realize it was going to hurt like that.
“Take it, Sophie.” His voice sounded gritty and low, forceful and insistent. Smack, his hand came down again hard across my ass. It stung and tears sprang to my eyes as I gasped. I must have moved away from him, scooting myself down his lap without realizing it. He grabbed me around the hips and shoved me back across his groin. For a moment, I felt the hard outline of his cock, long and erect pressing against his jeans.
“Oh,” I moaned, that second of contact jolting me, making me crave more.
“I know what you want,” he murmured, forcing my ass up, my back down again. “But I also know what you need.” He brought his hand down again in a hard spank, followed by a gentle rub. I felt so vulnerable and exposed, lying there, anticipating his hand, not knowing when or where it would land. The stinging, searing pain of his hand, his rough palm against my soft skin, was starting to blend and melt into heat throughout my body. I found myself arching my back, offering my ass up to him, wanting more from him, growing almost impatient as he stroked me softly. The smack of his hand made me moan, my eyelids fluttering closed, my pussy starting to drip with arousal.
“That’s it,” he praised me, feeling me accept my spanking, knowing I felt now what he knew I would. The loud crack of his hand against my ass blended with my cry of need, the pleasure building faster as the pain faded.
“You know why I’m spanking you, don’t you Sophie.” His voice sounded low and authoritative. “I’m spanking you because you’re mine. And I never want you to forget it.”
His hand came down low, smacking a bit of my pussy between my thighs. I cried out, feeling the sting right on my clit. He drew his finger along my slit, savoring the slickness of my arousal.
“You know you’re mine.”
“Yes,” I moaned.
“Say it to me.” His hand came down in another smack across my cheeks.
“I’m yours,” I whispered, feeling it in every fiber of my being.
“Again,” he demanded with another whack.
“I’m yours,” I cried out, knowing it was true and always would be. He brought his fingers down again to my pussy, massaging me there, finding my clit. My sensitivity was so heightened after all the teasing. It wouldn’t take much. I trembled at his touch, my breathing coming in short pants, already feeling the tremors of an orgasm starting to build.
“Not yet.” He caught me around the middle and abruptly stood up. Sweeping me up into his strong arms, he carried me over to the bed, kissing me fiercely. I wrapped my hands around his neck, looking up at him dazed. He looked deep into my eyes. “I want you to cum around my cock.”
“Yes, please,” I groaned, needing that so badly, needing it right then, no time wasted with undressing or more foreplay. He lay me down and I hated the few seconds of separation as he stood and undressed. But to have him next to me, skin against skin, wrapping ourselves around each other, that made me lose my mind in delight. The smell of him, his heat and muscles, so hard everywhere I touched.
“Are you ready for me?” He nuzzled my neck as he parted my thighs with his legs.
“Liam.” I wrapped my arms around broad shoulders and spread my thighs as wide as I could. “Please.”
He brought the tip of his cock to my entrance, leaning down to kiss my mouth as he pushed into me.
“Yes.” I dug my nails into his back, wanting him all the way in, wanting him to go fast not slow. With a strong thrust he worked in farther, then more, stretching me to the point of pain. I remembered him as big, the biggest man I’d ever been with by far, but this was a lot to take.
“You OK?” He stilled his movements and looked down at me as I lay there, tense.
“Yes,” I assured him, willing myself to relax and breathe. I wanted all of him. He started moving again, slowly, letting me adjust. I began moving with him, our bodies picking up a rhythm as he rocked into me. Soon I was meeting every thrust, pushing my hips up to make more friction, pushing against the headboard so he could fuck me harder.
“More?” he asked, hand under my sore ass as he pistoned into me.
“More,” I pleaded. He pushed my thigh open, holding it with his palm as he started working faster, harder, thrusting into me so deep all I could do was scream for it, for him, mouth open, eyes half closed.
“You feel so fucking good,” he grit out, sweat forming on his brow, panting as he worked me relentlessly.
“Liam, yes.”
“I’m not going to last,” he panted, and I could feel it build in him, his thighs tensing, his breathing so rapid. “I can’t, not this first time with you.”
“Cum in me, Liam.” I wanted it so badly, hot and pumping inside of me. I wanted to watch his face as he came and memorize every sound he made.
“Are you going to cum for me?” He looked down into my eyes. That, alone, got me so close.
“Yes.” I pushed against the headboard, opening my hips and wrapping my legs around his to take all of his assault. He fucked me like an animal, wild, depraved, unable to hold back, grunting and urgently seeking release.
“Sophie,” he groaned, so deep inside me.
I came apart when I felt him climax, every muscle in him tense as he shot his hot seed into me. The waves of my orgasm crashed over me, leaving me unaware of anything save pleasure, pure pleasure, washing over me again and again.
He landed to my side, heavy and winded, sweating and spent. With a body-wracking moan, I wrapped my arms around him, burrowing my face in his chest.
“Amazing,” he murmured, his hands encircling me, pulling me closer.
“Never, ever…” I drifted even as I tried to speak, feeling almost as if I were floating, fulfilled and so at peace. Resting on his chest, feeling the ri
se and fall of his breathing, hearing the pounding of his heart, I’d never felt more connected and in love.