Second Chance Dom

In moments he’d grabbed her hair and pulled her away. His chest rose and fell, frantic and erratic, as he struggled to calm himself.

“Stop, woman.” He closed his eyes as if he couldn’t chance looking at her. The muscles in his legs flexed as his cock strained to find her mouth. She flicked her tongue along his shaft – which was all she could reach with his death grip on her hair. “Ever have anal without lube?” he growled. “Because you’re about to.”

She bit her lip and glanced up to the hot guy glowering in her direction.

“Noo,” she pled. “I’m sorry. I’ll be good.”

“Bad girls don’t learn good habits without the right kind of reinforcement.” He grabbed her by the waist and put her face down on the mattress.

Nerves fluttered in her stomach, and her asshole clenched in unhappy anticipation. He pushed her legs apart.

“No, please.” Her pussy ached with need, clenching on nothing through the prolonged rippling aftermath of her orgasms.

“You expect to do what you want then apologize later with no repercussions?”

“Please! I’ll never disobey you again.”

“Never?”

“Never!”

“Promise me.”

“I promise to always obey you in the future, or you can do anything you want to my ass.”

The laugh in her ear was delicious and evil and made her realize what she’d just said.

“You promise to always obey me. Your words. Remember that, Leelee.”

She whimpered, shoving her ass back against his erection. “Please.”

He thrust against her, his cock pressed along the divide of her ass.

“I’m getting some mixed messages here, baby. You used your one get out of jail free card, but now you’re acting like you still want your punishment.”

She groaned in frustration, desire for him heating her blood so hot she squirmed beneath him. “

Punish my pussy instead.”

“Should I cane it?” he asked, his tone teasing and gruff.

“No!”

He drew his hips back to line himself up with her entrance. Not her asshole, thank fuck. He didn’t push into her the way she wanted, though. Instead, he stayed poised to take her, but refrained, pinning her in place when she tried to impale herself.

“When did you get so evil?”

“When you ditched me.”

What?

She opened her mouth to respond, but he shoved two fingers in her mouth and forced her pussy to take his cock in a series of rough thrusts that melted her bones and turned her brain to jelly. He fucked her into the mattress, hard and mean, and oh so fucking full. She squealed and shifted beneath him, trying to participate but he didn’t seem to want that. She sucked at the fingers in her mouth as she ground back against him.

“I used to be so careful with you,” he whispered into her hair and making her shiver. His cock pulsed and she whimpered in response. “I should have known this was what you wanted.”

A fold of the sheet insinuated itself between her legs, rubbing against her clit with almost every savage thrust. Again and again he bottomed out inside her, making her feel fuller than she’d been since they’d split up. She struggled beneath him, loving that she couldn’t get away no matter how many self-defense tricks she used to try to break his hold.

She pulled her mouth off his fingers. “Let me go!”