Beautiful Seduction

The pain was delicious, adding to the sheer indulgent moment.

I rubbed my hands down his chest, my fingertip scorched from the heat he exuded even through his crisp white shirt. The spontaneous event was cathartic, a telling of how intense our passion had become. My vision foggy, stars floated in front of my eyes as he lowered his head, rolling his tongue around my nipple before taking it into his mouth and biting down.

“Oh, yes…” I struggled to lower my hand, finally able to brush it across his massive bulge. He was rock hard, throbbing, the thickness of his shaft straining his tailored trousers. I wanted to destroy his zipper and force him inside, driving me to the point of madness.

But he was very much in control, forcing my hand away.

“Bad girl,” he whispered before shifting his fingers across the bodice of my dress to my other arm, yanking the material down and releasing my other breast. He took his time enjoying tormenting my nipple, flicking his finger back and forth several times.

Panting, the anticipation of pain was a delicious reminder of how powerful he was. My mind was a massive blur, incapable of thinking any rational thoughts but I couldn’t care less, my hunger that significant.

He was like a raging bull, trying to keep his control, his chest heaving as he pulled and plucked my hardened bud, shifting the hint of discomfort into raw anguish. I didn’t want him to stop, mesmerized by the moment. When he slipped his hand under my dress, caressing my mound, I couldn’t resist wrapping my hand around his wrist, holding him in place.

“You should know better than to play with bad men.” His words were more of a warning, a subtle yet wicked reminder of who and what he was.

“I can handle all the heat you can dish out.”

He lifted a single eyebrow, chuckling darkly. “I have a feeling you have no idea what you’re suggesting. Be very careful what you ask for.” With that, he jerked one arm over my head then the other, giving me a stern look. “Keep them there, little girl, or I’ll punish you.”

I had no intention of keeping my hand away from his gorgeous body. As he kneaded his hand against my lace-covered pussy, I dared to tease him, trickling my finger down his cheek, rolling the tip along his jaw then down his chest.

He reared back, shaking his head. “Tsk. Tsk. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” He yanked me away from the wall, tossing me over the edge of the granite countertop, tugging my dress up to my waist. Then he lifted a single finger, forcing me to see his reflection in the mirror. There was something filthy about his smile, providing a sense of things to come.

Then he used that finger to further torment me, sliding it under the thin elastic of my panties, snapping his wrist. I wasn’t shocked given his possessive nature, but a fresh wash of crimson slid along my jaw, the heat oppressive. He had a way about him that tore through me, my core pulsing. I was so wet, juice immediately trickled down the insides of my thighs, my hot breath skipping along the mirrored surface.

Everything was a delicious blur as he pressed his hand against the small of my back, kicking my legs apart. Then he brought his hand down masterfully, forcefully, the jarring sensations setting my world on fire. The music continued booming, the tribal thump of drums and the heady guitar licks matching the pulse in my neck. The setting was as electric as the connection we shared.

“Oh, God.” This wasn’t a romantic spanking, but one to prove he had utter control over me.

And that I was required to obey him.

I was stunned by how elated it made me, my heart beating erratically. How could I want anything like this? How could such a ruthless man make me feel this way?

I didn’t know and at this point I didn’t care.

He shifted his heated gaze into the mirror, his nostrils flaring. I could swear the man was going to devour me whole. And dear God, I wanted him to.

“Bad behavior requires stern consequences.” There was something demanding about his husky growl and as he smacked me several times, my legs refused to stop trembling.

The pain shot through me, but almost instantly there was a wave of pleasure taking its place. It was crazy and amazing, pushing my boundaries. I kept wondering when someone was going to walk in, but I had a feeling people knew better.

The brutal spanking continued, his large palm covering every inch of my bottom. It was on fire, and I knew it would be for hours to come. I could tell he wanted me to remember this moment, to never forget his dominance.

And I wouldn’t.

Sexy.

Crazy.

Amazing.

So many words flooded my mind as he brought one after another. I was so hot and wet I couldn’t breathe, finally slamming my hands on the glass with enough pressure it rattled. I bit my lower lip to keep from moaning, but with the next four harder than the ones before, I couldn’t hold back. The strangled sound seemed to fuel a fire that burned deep within him, pushing him harder to finish the round of discipline.

I finally dropped my head, staring into the sink as if it would provide answers. I had a feeling I’d never find them, the rational explanations for why I wanted this.

When I heard his zipper being pulled, I licked my lips, clawing down the mirror and studying his reflection. I’d never seen a man so intent on what he was doing.

I caught a glimpse of his luscious cock, the tip purple, pre-cum already glistening in the dim light. My mouth watered to taste his shaft, but the longing to have it buried in my pussy was too great.