"Oooh," she cried out. He soothed her right buttock with his hand, but at the same time he pressed gently on her neck.
"Put your forehead down on the mattress. That's a girl, keep it there."
She'd been resting on her elbows. Ryan's gentle, firm insistence that she fully submit to her punishment by lowering her head and blinding her eyes from the proceedings caused a forbidden vein of hot desire to flood her genitals. She tensed when he raised his hand, knowing what was to come.
Crack. Crack. Crack.
Hope tried not to squirm beneath Ryan's stinging palm but she couldn't stop herself. It felt exciting . .. almost unbearably so. Heat emanated from his thighs and groin. She became hyper aware of his hard cock pressing against her. He cracked her bottom again and she felt it lurch in his pants. She pushed down and rubbed against him.
"Why, you little—"
Hope yelped when he spanked her hard enough to make her hop in his lap. He used his left hand to fix her more firmly in place and paused, his palm rotating over the flesh of her stinging bottom. She shivered in excitement when he leaned down and spoke near her ear.
"Had enough?"
"Yes," Hope assured him as she nodded into the mattress.
He palmed one of her stinging buttocks, molding the flesh in his hand in a gesture of bold possession. "That's too bad. Because I'm not so sure I have yet."
He sat up and Hope waited, so tense with anticipation she could hardly breathe. But instead of spanking her more he merely continued to shape her buttocks in his palm, squeezing her in a lewd manner that shouldn't have excited her . . . but did. He finally released her. Hope tensed.
She cried out in broken excitement when he suddenly sent a long forefinger between her thighs. He rubbed the ridge against her wet, swollen sex and grunted in primitive male gratification. He was gone too quickly, however, and Hope once again struggled not to twist in excitement as he cracked her bottom with his palm. Her flesh grew hot and tingly beneath his spanking hand. She supposed it hurt a little, but overwhelmingly what she experienced was sexual excitement.
That and the feeling of trembling anticipation as she waited for Ryan's descending palm.
"Enough," Ryan finally grated out. He smoothed his palm over her burning flesh while Hope tried her best to suppress her moans of arousal. "I want you to get up and kneel on the floor now."
Hope's eyes widened at not only the content of what he said but also the hard edge of urgency in his voice. She didn't think she'd ever heard that tone before. Knowing how aroused he was, how close to losing control made her clamber off him quickly. Her panties fell down over her knees and she quickly kicked them off.
Her cheeks burned in intense arousal and embarrassment as she went down on her knees in front of him. Even though she suspected what he planned to do—she had all those lewd references from her drunken neighbor Colin Mason, after all—she still whimpered when he stood up. He towered over her. His cerulean blue eyes glowed like the white-hot center of a flame as he stared down at her.
He rapidly unfastened his pants and shoved them and his white underwear down to his thighs. She found herself staring fixedly at his long, firm erection just inches from her face. He encircled it with his fist and stroked it surely. His other hand rose to the back of her head, garnering her attention.
"You're being punished so I want you to put your hands behind your back." Hope complied, although she was a little surprised by his request. "Now keep them there until I say otherwise. Understood?"
Hope looked up at him soberly. "Yes, Ryan."
For some reason his upper lip curled slightly in a snarl. His eyes felt like they could burn holes straight down to her very soul.
"I swear, you are a witch," he muttered as he took a step closer and lifted his heavy penis to her mouth. Her lips parted hungrily when she felt the smooth, warm surface of the head brush against them. Her mouth stretched to accommodate his girth. He gave a guttural groan as he slid along her tongue.
Hope closed her eyes and focused exclusively on the sensation of his turgid flesh filling her straining mouth. He pushed further back. Her eyes opened in panic when she felt him near her throat, but he gripped her hair in his hand and backed out of her clamping lips.
She sighed in relief, eagerly rubbing his cock with her tongue when he slid his weight off it. When she batted at it briskly, his fingers clenched in her hair and he thrust back into her again. Hope accepted him hungrily, her cheeks hollowing out as she tightened around him. His growl was her reward.
"That's right. Suck it good and hard, witch."
Hope did what he asked, focusing all of her being on Ryan's pleasure. How many times had he done the same for her so unselfishly? He took a small step closer to her, one foot next to her knee and began to buck his hips, plunging the first half of his cock in and out of her mouth rapidly. It was a bit of a challenge to keep up with his rate while her mouth strained to contain his thick flesh, but she loved his grunts of excitement as he thrust with increasing excitement. His hands curled into fists in her hair. He lowered one hand and fisted the root of his cock, moving it up and down on the shaft at the same rhythm he pumped into her mouth.
He groaned like a tortured animal and pressed back further than he'd done so far. Hope's eyes widened as she felt his penis swell in her mouth. His fist pumped ruthlessly and his hand tightened on her head.
He growled, deep and guttural, and his seed began to erupt into her mouth. Hope instinctively ducked back at the sensation of all that coiled power being released. Even in the midst of obviously intense pleasure he gave a little in his hold, letting her move him back to a position on her tongue where she could comfortably tighten around his spasming member and swallow his abundant emissions.
Her eyelids closed as she focused on the exquisite sensation ... on his familiar taste. A stretched, sublime moment passed while she suckled Ryan's most sensitive flesh and his big body convulsed in pleasure.
"Hope."
She opened her eyelids heavily after an undetermined period of time and tilted her head back as best she could with her mouth so full of thick male flesh. Ryan stared down at her with fiery eyes. His penis slipped slightly in her clamping lips as she looked up.