Seven Roses (Haremworld)

We started towards the stairs and when we got to the bottom, he picked me up. Before I knew what was happening I was over his shoulder and being carried up the stairs. He clearly knew how to make an impression. His arms wrapped around the back of my knees as he held me firmly in his grasp. We got to the top of the stairs and he pushed the door to my bedroom open. He carried me like I didn’t weigh a single pound, walking into the bedroom and slamming the door behind him.

“Okay, you can put me down now.” I giggled and kicked my feet to get his attention.

“You don’t tell me what to do.” He started to move his hand up my thigh, pushing my dress until it was around my hips. “You belong to me.”

“Oh, are you going to treat me like one of your prisoners?” I kicked my feet again, mocking his macho tone.

“Maybe I will.” He grabbed my panties and pulled them down past my ass. “You just wouldn’t like it very much.” He slapped my ass with a firm swat from his hand.

“Is that the best you’ve got?” I kicked my feet again.

“Not by a long shot.” He slapped my ass again, a little harder than the first time. “This is just the beginning.”

He leaned forward and dropped me on my feet. My ass was tingling from the impact of his hand, but it was kind of exciting. He walked around me in a circle, letting his hands trace my arms and my shoulders. He leaned against me and kissed my neck for a moment before pulling away. His fingers wrapped around my dress and with a quick twist, he tore the shoulder strap off the right side. Before I had a moment to really react, he did the same to the strap on the other side. It fell awkwardly down my upper torso and then he pushed it down my hips until it was on the floor. He circled me again like a lion that was trying to decide what to do with his prey.

I saw a darkness in his eyes that I hadn’t seen during our date. It was almost intoxicating. The way he looked at me made me tremble with a mixture of confusion and desire. I was so used to the other guys rushing to get what they wanted that I wasn’t sure what to make of Brando. He stepped behind me and put his hand on my bra, pulling against the clasp until the metal broke. It quickly slid down my shoulders and then he landed a hard smack on my ass.

“Do you have something against my clothes?” I looked back at him.

“Yeah—they’re still on you.” He took my panties in his grasp. “But not for long.”

“I’m glad I didn’t buy any of this...” I felt the fabric being stretched and then it was torn away.

“Enough jokes.” He slapped my ass again and I felt a sting erupt across the surface.

“Ow...” I danced on my toes for a second.

“While you’re here with me, you bend to my desires.” He wrapped his hands around me from behind and squeezed my breasts. “You feel what I want you to feel.” He took my right nipple between his fingers and squeezed it.

“This definitely isn’t what I expected.” I squirmed as his fingers tightened, but I could feel my body reacting to the pain and my pussy was starting to get wet.

“This is my world.” He pulled a hand away and slapped my ass again. “Pleasure and pain are two sides of a coin that can become synonymous with each other.”

“What if I don’t like it?” I squirmed again as the sting covered my ass.

“You’ll learn to crave it.” He released his grip on my nipple and slid his hand down to my pussy, moving his finger against my clitoris.

His finger started to send torrents of excitement through my body. He kept his finger against my clit as he continued to spank me. A few seconds of pleasure was met with another stinging smack. I wasn’t sure how to react. I had no idea the combination of sensations could be intertwined like they were each time his hand came crashing down on my exposed ass. The vibrations made my pussy quiver and when I started to squirm from the sting, his finger started to grind against my clitoris. I started to moan as the feeling got more intense. I wanted more. The price was worth the reward.

My hips started to grind, pushing back to greet his hand when he spanked me and then pushing forward to beg for the feeling of his finger against my clit. My pussy got so wet that I could feel the excitement dripping down my thighs. He slid his finger back towards my wetness and penetrated me, pushing his finger deep until it was against my g-spot. A loud moan rushed from my lips.

“Bend over.” He pushed me forward, keeping his finger deep inside of me.

He started to spank me faster, bouncing his hand from one side of my ass to the other with a quick methodical pattern. My pussy squeezed on his finger, grinding against him as he moved it in circles around my g-spot. I wasn’t sure any of the other guys could even get their fingers that deep inside of me. Their cocks definitely didn’t keep the same level of focus on it that he did with his finger. It was such a different feeling that I was shaking with anticipation as he continued to spank me.

I could feel an orgasm building. It was raging inside of me and begging for a release, but the sting of his hand refused to let it escape. Every time his finger got me close, the palm of his hand pushed it out of reach. After several minutes I was practically in tears, feeling the need for the release creating torment that rivaled the feeling of his hand crashing into my exposed ass.

“I want to cum...” I shifted my hips faster, panting from the desire that was boiling inside of me.

He’s not going to let me—please, I need it!

“I could keep you suspended in this moment forever.” He landed his hand on my ass again. “I could torture you, make you beg for punishment just so you could feel the pleasure your body craves.”

“Please...” I felt a loud moan erupt in my throat. “I need to cum.”

“What are you going to give me in return?” He pressed his lips to my neck and kissed me before pulling them away. “What is it worth to you?”

“A...” I bounced on my feet, struggling to speak. “Anything...”