The four days she was gone seemed like four weeks. None of the other diversions that used to occupy my time held any interest. I wasn't going to invite Vic to a video chat. I knew a couple of sots in the area who could usually be relied upon for some spontaneous partying, but I wasn't up for that, either. It was Annie I wanted to see.
All that playing with her, bringing her to peaks of pleasure while I practiced restraint? It left me pent-up with rock-hard desire. At least with her here, I could touch and hold. Without her, I was a beast in a cage, prowling back and forth. The urge to grab and take her built and grew in intensity with each passing hour.
By the time she returned, I was a man possessed. She showed up at the door wearing heels. They were the ones she’d worn when I’d first met her. She wore them with a pretty dress, wrapped slim around her waist. Hourglass didn’t do justice to her figure, so ripe and curvaceous. Taking her in, my gaze turned dark.
“I’m so sorry I was gone for so long! I missed you.” Sweet and shy, she looked like she might hug me.
“Why don’t you go put your things away and meet me in the kitchen?” She headed for the stairs. “And Annie? Keep on the heels.”
In the kitchen, I fixed myself a glass of Scotch. I tried to tell myself to go easy on her. Sweet and slow, wasn’t that what I’d intended to do with my Annie?
I was standing, leaning against the counter when she walked in. She’d taken off the cardigan she’d been wearing over her dress. Her breasts rose up like two creamy scoops from the low neckline. Fuck sweet and slow. I needed more.
“Unzip your dress.”
“What?” Her eyes widened with surprise.
“Take it off,” I growled.
“I’ve only just…” She fidgeted, blushing and unsure. “I didn’t think…”
I looked at her with a level, demanding gaze, my cock painfully hard in my jeans. I should soften my words with her, my tone, but I couldn’t. The need within me blazed too hot.
Shy, slow, she slid the dress down, stepping out, draping it against a chair. She stood there in her heels, panties and bra, shaking slightly, so vulnerable. I clutched the counter with white knuckles. I wanted to take her innocence, burying myself in her, splitting her open and fucking her senseless, driving into her right there on the kitchen floor.
But she was a virgin. As much as something deep in me called out for exactly that, to mate and claim and possess, enough of a shred of sanity remained to stop me. Her first time couldn’t be like that. But there were other things I could do to her.
“Come over here.” She walked shyly toward me over at the counter, perhaps expecting a kiss. Her breathing came quick, the creamy mounds of her breasts spilling out the top of her bra in fasts pants.
She stood so close, I could have done it myself. But I wanted her to follow my orders, show me she wanted to do it. “Pull the cups of your bra down,” I instructed her.
“Ian,” she whispered, shy, biting her lip.
“Show me.”
The sight of her complying, her fingers going up to her cups, sliding them down her breasts made me groan. She hesitated at her nipples. I wanted to watch her play with them, pinch them for me. Then she slid the cups lower, exposing herself, forcing her breasts up and out on display.
I grit my teeth, feasting on the sight of her. Rosy tips hardened, such generous breasts, quivering. Mine.
“Bend over.” Questions popped into her eyes, confused. But she’d heard me. “Onto the counter.” I pointed to the surface I wanted her over. I wanted her tits mashed there onto the cold stone, showing her who was in control, whom she served.
She bent over, her ass in simple white panties, cotton but flirty with a bit of lace at the edge and not too much coverage. She had such a luscious ass. Standing to her side, I ran my hand along her back, praising her with my touch, her chest resting against the counter, a slight dip in her lower back. With her legs jacked up on heels, her ass was raised up in the air, displayed for my pleasure. There was no sight better in all the world.
“So beautiful,” I murmured, sliding my hand along her ass, down her thighs, feeling her soft skin, the quivering, shaking coming from deep within. “Do you know what I’m going to do?”
“No.” Her voice sounded shaky, breathy as my palm traveled her skin, branding her, marking, claiming her as mine. Such creamy skin, so unmarked.
“I’m going to spank you.”
“What?” Her eyes flew open, her body tense and she started to raise up. Palm in the center of her upper back, I guided her down again.
“Shh, I’ve got you. I know what you need, Annie. I know what you’ll like. You’ve never been spanked before?”
“No! Of course not.”
A rush of possession seized me. No man had ever touched her this way. No man ever would.
“Let me show you how it feels under my hand.” I drew up my palm, watching her ass. Seeing her tense, but not move away. Trusting me enough to give me this.
Whack, my palm came down squarely on her plump ass.
“Ah!” She arched back, her head up, her mouth open. “Ian!”
My palm came down again, firm on the other ass cheek. I watched it jiggle as I hit it. I needed more. Thumbs hooked at the sides of her panties, I drew them down her legs. She stepped out of one leg, and I guided her foot a good distance apart again, right where I wanted it. Now she was naked for me, naked and waiting.
Smack, I brought my hand down full across her ass. A pink mark where my palm had landed blossomed, glorious. There was my brand. Mine.
“You were gone a long time.” Smack, down my hand came again and she groaned, panting. I spanked her again and again, my palm large and rough against her soft, rosy cheeks. I could feel it when it shifted in her. When the tension melted, the fear and confusion overtaken by more intense sensations. When she pushed her ass back into my palm, asking for more.
“You were gone too long,” I told her, rough, smacking her ass to show her I meant it.
“Yes,” she moaned, longing in her voice.
“You belong here.” My palm came down on her ass as she stood for me, her feet splayed apart in heels. “You belong with me.” Whack, my hand fell lower, catching the bottom of her cheeks, the start of her pussy. Warm wetness met my touch. Annie liked her spanking. Caressing, I ran my palm along her ass, soothing the warm flesh, dipping down to her arousal.
“So wet for me,” I groaned, sliding my finger along her slit, so warm and welcoming. She moaned in response, pressing back into my hand, greedy for more. “Tell me where you belong,” I coaxed, my touch now steady, rhythmic, circling her clit.
“Here,” she sighed, her thighs quivering, her breath in pants.
“Again.” I pinched her clit.
“Here with you,” she cried, her thighs quivering and tense, desire building.
“That’s right. That’s why you’re so wet.” I ran my fingers along the length of her pussy, drenching them in her slickness. Then I brought them to her mouth, pink and pretty, turned to the side as she pressed her cheek against the counter.
“Open,” I commanded. She did as she was told and I slid my fingers into heaven, her soft, plush lips taking them in. “Taste how much you liked your spanking.” Her eyelids closed as she sucked. “You see how much you need me?” She nodded, licking my fingers. I could imagine her doing that to my cock, taking me in that eager, hot mouth. Sucking and licking just like that.
“Enough.” I withdrew my fingers. “Down on the floor.” Stunn
ed, dazed, shaking, she took a moment to respond. “On your back.”
She lay there and again I needed to take a moment. Spread out on the floor, naked save her bra pushed down to expose her breasts, her hair out like a waterfall around her head, she looked so gorgeous. Like every virgin sacrificed to a beast in Medieval paintings, or Green mythology. Classic beauty, classic innocence, and I was the one to destroy that, seize it, ruin her.
I’d feel guilty if I were capable of it. Instead, I sank to my knees, any physical pain I felt crushed beneath a hot wave of lust. Taste her, I needed to taste. I brought my hands to her inner thighs, spreading her open for me. That was what I needed, what I’d missed so much these past nights. Heaven.
I brought my face up and licked, drawing my wide tongue the full length of her pussy. She was so drenched, so dripping with arousal. I growled as I feasted. She mewled in response, pushing her hips up into my face, needy.
“Stay still,” I barked. She’d need to be tied up the next time I did this so I could have complete control, do exactly as I pleased, take hours to fully explore and pleasure her. She stilled, and I licked, slowly, then started to fuck her with my tongue, insistent, in rhythm. The moans coming from her nearly undid me. My cock burned in my pants, tenting painfully. The feeling of sinking into her was so palpable, I could nearly feel it.
But tonight I’d feel her cumming on my tongue.
Up at her clit, I sucked, taking the swollen bud into my mouth. She twisted beneath me, unable to follow my orders, too aroused to stay still. I held her tight, one palm spreading her thigh open, the other down to scoop her ass, fingers pressing into her soft cheeks. Mine.
When I bit her clit, sucking, she came apart, screaming my name, incoherent, twitching and clenching and giving me her cream. I sucked and licked, showing no mercy, driving her orgasm into her so deep her eyes rolled back into her head, her back arched off the floor, sweat glistening over her gorgeous body.