12
Two Months Later
“M ichael ?” Cora calls out to me from the entryway. “Are you here?”
“Back here.” I’m in the bedroom, ready for the surprise that I’ve prepared.
She walks into the bedroom and freezes. “What’s this?” There is a giant bouquet of roses on the dresser and another on each of the nightstands. “What’s going on?”
“How was your last day?”
“Fine…” She’s suspicious as she comes up to me. “Pretty normal, boring. There was cake though. I’m more interested in why your bedroom is covered in flowers.”
“I was thinking, since your lease is up and your classes start next week, we’re going to have to work a lot harder to see each other.”
“Yeah,” she drops her purse on the ground, “we talked about that. We’ll be okay.”
“What if there was a way to make it easier?”
She leans up on her toes to kiss me. “And what would that be?”
I take her hand as she kisses me, pressing the key into her palm so that she can feel it. Her body goes still, and she pulls away. “What is this?”
“It would be a lot easier to see each other if you just lived here.”
Her face lights up. “Really?”
“Really.”
Her hand closes around the key like it’s the most precious thing she’s ever held. “It’s a little fast, don’t you think?”
“Cora, you’ve stayed here more often than not the last couple months. I’m not worried. I know we’ll be okay. I love you, and this is what I want.”
She’s beaming, “It’s what I want, too.”
“I’m glad. Now strip.”
She smirks at me, but doesn’t hesitate, peeling her dress over her head and discarding her underwear. “Where do you want me, Mr. Foster?”
“On the bed, all fours. Sound familiar?”
Cora laughs. “Yes, it does.”
“I have something special planned for tonight,” I say, watching her as she takes her position. I run a finger across her pussy, feeling how wet she already is in anticipation of what is going to happen. I keep moving that finger up until it’s poised right over her asshole, and I press gently against it.
“Sir,” she breathes.
“I asked you once if you’d like it if I fucked you here. You said you didn’t know. I’d like to try it, just to see. Are you willing to do that?”
Her head bobs up and down in an affirmative. “I was hoping you’d say that,” I say, taking off my belt, “but first, I haven’t punished you today.”
Over the last few months, we’ve experimented and tried new things. Spanking is still Cora’s favorite, and we’ve tried countless things to be spanked with . The belt is one of her favorites, and since she’s giving something to me, I’m willing to give something to her. She turns her head when she hears the buckle, and I smile. She likes it even more when I use the belt I’m wearing. I let it crack across her skin. Not too hard, but hard enough that she knows we’ve started in earnest. “Why am I punishing you?” It’s a question I sometimes ask her, and her answer is different every time.
“Because, Mr. Foster, I didn’t tell you about my day. That was naughty.”
Another slap. Another.
“Anything else?”
“I hesitated. I asked if it was too soon. I shouldn’t have doubted. Punish me, Sir.”
I do. For a while the only sounds are those of our combined breath and the sharp slaps of leather on skin. I watch as her juices begin to drip—nothing makes her wetter than her punishments. I lap up the juices and compliment her on them before finishing her off with several rapid-fire blows. She cries out, and I’m not sure if it’s pleasure or pain. It doesn’t matter, she loves both.
I grab a bottle of lube I bought in preparation. “Are you ready to try?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“We’ll go slow, but I think that you’ll enjoy it.”
Cora shivers under my hands as I spread the lube onto her skin. It must feel extra cold to her after the spanking. I thrust my cock into her pussy once, and again, enjoying the gasps she gives me and ensuring some extra lubrication. Then I press against her and feel her tensing up, the reaction instinctive.
I run my palms along her back, soothing her, and preparing her. “Press out against me. It will be easier.”
“Yes, Sir.”
She does, and the head of my cock slips into her ass with a silent pop . Cora moans, and shit, I may not be able to last long doing this. She’s incredibly tight, squeezing my cock like a vise that feels so damn good. “How does it feel?” I ask her.
“Strange. Not bad, just different.”
I slip my hand down, stroking her pussy and G-spot until her hips are rocking back toward me, asking for more, and then I rock back. A little at a time, I slip in further. It’s a pleasurable eternity, sliding inside her this way. “I’m so full,” she says, and that familiar pride and pleasure burst through me, and a streak of arousal goes straight to my cock.
Slowly, I pull my cock out, only to press in slowly again. Cora’s panting breaths spur me on, and slowly, after adding more lube, I move faster. Looking down, I watch as my cock disappears into her ass, again and again. I memorize the sight because it’s fucking hot.
I want to feel her, all of her, and I fuck her faster. It all feels so good I can barely hold myself upright, and I lean down, my chest against her back, while my hips work deeper, faster. “I’m going to come in your ass, Cora,” I say. “And you’re going to come with me.”
“Yes, Sir.” She knows better than to argue with me. If I say that she’s going to come, then she’s going to. The end. My fingers find her clit, and I work circles around it. Suddenly her breath goes short, and she can’t keep quiet. Her moans make me harden further inside her ass and I fuck her as fast as I dare, orgasm approaching quickly. “Please, Mr. Foster,” she says. “That feels so good. Keep going. Make me come, please.”
Keeping my thumb on her clit, I work a finger inside her, and then two, and then three. I want her stuffed to the brim, and the sounds she’s making tell me she’s loving every second. Her pussy is squeezing down on my fingers just as hard as her ass is squeezing my cock, and there’s a smug sense of pride I feel for knowing that she would like this.
I keep fucking her, slow and fast, slow and fast, drawing it out until she’s begging me to let her come, breath ragged, sweat dripping, and I’m so close that I can’t
say no. I can’t hold back anymore. I thrust my fingers into her G-spot and she screams, body contracting with her orgasm, and I keep fucking her, close to the edge. I thrust deeper into her ass than I dared before. Once. Again. One final time, and I shout my own climax, loving the tight heat I feel and the contractions of her ass around my cock as I come. It starts deep, running through my cock and balls and spreading outward, enveloping my whole body in pleasure. My cock jerks inside her, and she jerks with it, still coming, pussy gushing onto my hand and the sheets.
It doesn’t stop. I thrust inside her again and it keeps the orgasm going, and I keep it going for what seems like forever, until the tension drains out of her with a final shudder, and she relaxes, utterly spent. I press a kiss just behind her ear, and she laughs that exhausted laugh of a person who’s utterly and blissfully happy.
I clean myself up and come back, scooping her up into my arms and settling us together on the bed.
“That,” she says, “was amazing.”
“I thought you might like it.”
She traces a pattern on my chest, and I can feel her breath on my skin. “We should have done that sooner.”
“Don’t worry.” I reach down and give her a solid smack on the ass. She yelps, and then snuggles closer. “We’ll be doing that again.”
“I hope so.” After a minute, she laughs. “You know, I was worried, with us not being so close together that I wouldn’t be able to fit in my daily punishment. Now it will never be a problem.”
“No,” I say, rolling over so that she’s underneath me and kissing her until we can’t breathe. “In fact, I have a mind to punish you in the morning so that you spend the entire day feeling me whenever you sit down.”
She rolls her eyes. “That won’t be a problem, I rarely feel it later.”
“Is that so?” I raise an eyebrow. “Is that a good thing or a bad thing?”
Her breathing stills, and she looks at me, thinking. Considering what I’m really asking. “I don’t know.”