Forced Series Box Set (Forced 1-5)

I dropped the cane and smoothed my hands along her hips, pulling her back and up. I lifted her into my arms and carried her up the stairs. She was a ragdoll, but there were no tears. A light sheen of sweat coated her and I knew her ass stung.

I took her to my room and sat her on my bed before going and running a hot bath. I stripped quickly, ignoring my demanding shaft. Reward first.

When I went back to get her from the bed, her eyes landed on my erection and her lips parted. I could see the vein along her delicate neck pumping harder. I claimed her in my arms again and took her to the bath before settling us both into the water, her back to my chest.

I hit the jets and let the rumble and the water soothe the ache from her backside. She tried to lean forward, away from me. I wouldn’t let her. I circled her chest right below her tits with my forearm and pulled her back. She gave up and rested against me. My cock was still hard, lying against her lower back.

“Why?”

I barely heard her voice over the whir of the jets. I took the luxury bar of soap and began lathering my hands.

“Why what, Sadie?”

“Why did it have to be you? My stepbrother.”

I shrugged. “Just lucky, I guess?”

She snorted and then stilled.

“You can laugh, Sadie. It isn’t against the rules. Most things aren’t. But when I tell you to do something and you disobey, I have to punish you.” I smoothed the soap along her tits, loving the way her nipples came to attention for me.

She lay her head back against me and I dropped my lips to her shoulder, the salt from her sweat on the tip of my tongue. I slowly dropped soft kisses all along her shoulders, taking my time. She made an mmm sound and moved her legs beneath the water.

“How can you be like that and then like this? How can you spank me, cane me, and then make me breakfast?” Her voice was breathier now. I smoothed my hands down her front, under the water to her stomach. She trembled at the touch. “How can you make me want –”

She stopped abruptly.

“Want what, Sadie? What do you want? I’ll give it to you. Name it. It’s yours.” I let my hands wander lower, and lower still until my fingertips caressed her mons. I licked up her neck and sucked on the frantic vein that pulsed there.

She craned her head back and looked at me with half lidded eyes. “You. You make me want you.”

I took her lips, kissing her fully and freely. She turned in the water, pressing her tits against me. They were still soapy and slid along my hard chest. The sensation was maddening, making my cock pulse. I didn’t realize the fire inside me could burn any higher, but when she clung to me like I was her salvation, I went up in a roar of flames.

I pulled her closer and spread her legs over me. I had to have her. Now. What I had planned for this evening would have to wait for tomorrow night.

When her pussy rubbed against the head of my swollen cock, I bucked up against her.

I gripped her tight to me and forced her down onto my shaft, never breaking our kiss. Our tongues warred as my cock slid into her. Her hands were in my hair, clutching as I impaled her slowly. My control was hanging by a thread. When she began rocking her hips, rubbing her clit in small movements against me, I met her stroke for stroke.

She moaned into my mouth as I matched her rhythm. I let her set the pace. This was her reward.

She increased her speed, now moving up and down on my shaft as her tits rubbed against me. She broke our kiss and threw her head back, panting into the steamy air. The water sloshed around us, slapping into the sides of the tub and splashing to the floor.

I wanted her tits in my mouth but I had to let her have the angle that pleased her most. I was already to the point of shattering and filling her, but I wanted her screaming first. I slipped my hand down to her ass, rubbing the sore lines the cane had left.

Just touching the red stripes made her hips buck erratically.

“You like the pain, don’t you, Sadie?”

Her hands clenched in my hair as I reached between her cheeks and ran my fingertip around her tight asshole.

“Yes,” she said on a labored breath.

“But only when I give it to you?”

She slammed down hard onto my cock and then back up. “Yes.”

I slipped the tip of my index finger into her tight asshole.