His jaw muscles flex. He slides his hand under the elastic waistband of his briefs and grasps his jutting erection. Even surrounded by his big hand, it looks huge.
My voice comes out breathy. “You fucked me like that until I was about to come, then you flipped me over and put me on my knees and fucked me from behind.”
He begins to stroke his bare cock, running his hand up and down the shaft, thick and veined. All the veins in his arms are standing out, too, and so is one in his neck that’s throbbing.
“Then you spanked me, over and over as you fucked me, until I came, screaming into the pillow.”
He says sharply, “You said you’d never been spanked before.”
“I hadn’t.”
“But you fantasized about me doing it?”
“Yes.”
His eyelids drift lower. His hand moves faster. He stands still, stroking himself, watching me, his chest moving erratically up and down.
The cotton T-shirt I wore to bed rubs against my hard nipples with every inhalation I take. I’m aware of a heaviness between my legs, a tingle quickly turning into an ache.
James commands, “Sit up,” and my heartbeat goes haywire.
I follow his instruction, folding my legs underneath me and waiting for his next command as I struggle to keep my breathing even.
With his free hand, he motions me forward. I crawl to the edge of the bed, then fold my legs underneath me again, looking up at him, my entire body trembling.
He says softly, “On your hands and knees.”
I exhale in a gust. Then I do as I’m told, acutely aware of every inch of skin on my body. My nerves are singing. My blood pounds through my veins.
Still stroking his erection, James moves closer to the edge of the bed until his cock is inches away from my face.
I can’t look away from it. My vision narrows to a tunnel, at the end of which is a huge, beautiful dick, standing proudly erect with a small bead of moisture welling at the slit in the crown.
James grasps my jaw in his free hand and forces me to look up at him.
His eyes are dark and wild.
He says gruffly, “You’re going to suck my cock and play with your pussy while I spank your ass, sweetheart. Are you ready?”
A thrill like terror blasts through me. But it’s not terror, it’s elation, the shock of how much I want this scorching through me like nuclear wind.
Quaking, I whisper, “I’m ready.”
My dark commander rewards me with a dangerous smile.