backed into the wall. His breath tickles as he speaks into my ear, but what he says is not amusing in the least. “Either put your big girl panties on and submit to the spanking you deserve, or find yourself another Dom.”
“You can’t be serious!”
“I never joke about discipline.”
Though his voice is no louder than a whisper, his demeanor is dead serious.
I look up at the man standing over me. Why does he have to look so good? His tie has been loosened and the top button on the dress shirt that he wears is unbuttoned. His long layered, dark brown hair has just a tinge of grey at the temples. His thin lips are in a straight line and his hazel eyes are cutting into me without mercy.
He gently leads me by my hand to the bed and tosses me over his knee. The sleep shirt I’m wearing offers no protection from this man I have openly disrespected in front of a room full of people. I am going to pay penance for my offense.
He quickly throws one leg over me and pulls my g-string off. He twists my hair in his fist, pulling my head back and ignoring my kicks and screams.
In one swift lightning move, his hand begins to strike my ass over and over. White hot pain sears my tender skin as I sob and scream, “I’m sorry” over and over to no avail.
Just when I think I can take no more, his manicured hand softly runs over the marks he has created. He gently pinches at my inner thigh and my legs instinctively fly open.
“So fucking wet!” he growls as his fingers play in the folds of my now swollen pussy.
I listen to myself as a woman I don’t know whines and raises her ass up to meet the hands that just disciplined her. It is as if I am standing outside of my body watching some other woman. David has brought out a side of me that I have never known.
His hands play in my folds until he brings me right to the point of coming and then he stops.
He picks me up and lays me on the bed and I look away as he undresses. I feel him take a handkerchief and place it at my nose. “Blow.”
I blow and then look away, still too embarrassed and angry to deal with him right now.
He straddles me, seating himself over me and begins running his hard cock up and down my slit. “Look at me!” he growls from somewhere deep in his chest.
I quickly look up at him, not wanting to get more of what he just subjected me to.
He begins teasing me as he stares at me, pushing just the head of his cock into me, and then running it over my clit. He is bringing me right to the point of climaxing and then stopping.
I begin rising up, pleading and begging, “David, please. David, please.”
“Please what? Shove my cock into your soaking wet pussy? You have to earn this cock, girl.”
His eyes cut into me with a look of pure displeasure.
I say things that I have never said to any man before. “Please, I’ll be good. I’m sorry. I’ll never do it again.”
David
I eye the woman who is a stranger to my world and she confirms what I already know—she has sub tendencies. Yes, she is an ‘Alpha sub,’ but a sub none the less…
She has no way of knowing that Alpha subs are my ‘type.’ I love strong business women who are in charge on their jobs, and subs to their Doms in the bedroom.
The fact that I am the one introducing her to my lifestyle, only makes it that much sweeter. I never take my eyes off of her as I place a condom on.
I lift one of her legs and place it over my shoulder and slide—balls deep—into that soaking wet slit of hers. Watching her eyes roll back in her head is euphoric for me.
“Play with that pussy while I fuck you, girl. Oh…and by the way…don’t ever come without asking my permission first.” I lean down and taunt her, whispering, “I’ll hurt you if you do.”
“David, please, if I touch myself, I’m going to come.”
“You better not take your eyes off of me!”
“I won’t, aahhhhhfuuuuuuuuck.”
I’m going to pound that little pussy of hers into the night. It will be a long time