Gym Bunny

Trey lands a firm, loud spank, and instead of hissing in pain, I moan at how good it feels.

“That’s what I like to hear, bunny,” he tells me, his voice husky, and does it again. Instead of hurting, all his spanks only make me feel amazing, until I’m moaning like we’re having sex.

Trey slides two fingers along the seam of my pussy over my underwear. I can feel how wet I am against his fingers. “How’s that?” he whispers.

“So good, daddy,” I pant, my eyes squeezed shut and my breath coming fast in anticipation. I’m so far overdue a Trey-induced orgasm. Please, please let it be now.

He delves beneath my underwear and touches me with his bare fingers, making me cry out louder than I ever have before from pleasure. I walk my knees open a little, and as I shift about on his lap, I can feel his cock digging into my stomach. Trey has a possessive grip on my ass with one hand and finds my clit with the other, rubbing it hard and making the darkness behind my eyelids explode with fireworks.

“Does that feel even better after a little spanking?” he murmurs.

I can only make incoherent noises in reply. Yes, it feels so, so much better. I didn’t realize that a little bit of pain and heat, given in such a sweet way, could actually be pleasurable. I’m a melty mess all over his lap.

He draws his fingers up, and then sinks into my pussy. I groan loudly into the cushion. This is the release I need. He’s slow at first, just one finger running against my inner walls. Then he adds another and drives deeper, making me lift my head and gasp. I turn and look over my shoulder, needing to look at his face as he makes me feel so good. He’s breathing harder, too, his teeth sunk into his lower lip and his eyes dark with desire.

“That’s it, bunny, show daddy how much you like his fingers thrusting into you.”

My legs shake as my orgasm rises up, and then I’m crying out his name. “Trey. Yes, daddy, yes.”

I collapse back against him and the sofa, my heart thundering and my brow sweaty. Trey’s eyes are dark and possessive as he looks down at me.

“That was, oh my god, that was…”

“Rewarding?” he asks, smoothing his hands over my reddened ass.

I bite my lip and nod, making an mm noise as I push myself up to kiss him. So rewarding. I get what he means now. I get everything, especially the fact that Trey being my dom is meant to make me feel great, not awful.

His fingers slip inside me again, delving into my wet heat and making heat lick up my whole body. He pleasures me like it’s as much fun for him as it is for me, growling under his breath as I moan, “Daddy, oh god, yes that’s heaven.”

He circles swiftly on my clit and I think he’s going to push me over the edge until he suddenly stops and helps me off his lap.

“I want to look at you,” he says, his voice like dark velvet as he strips clothes off me. I grasp his T-shirt and help him out of it.

Trey’s hands cup my breasts and pluck my nipples gently. “Such a pretty bunny.”

I’m staring at him, too, because he’s sculpted like a Roman statue. “No, you are.”

He presses his forehead against mine and nuzzles my nose. “Don’t argue with daddy, bunny. You’re beautiful.”

Trey kisses me fiercely as we make our way toward the bed, shedding the last of our underwear as we fall onto the sheets. His body feels so strong against mine and he envelops me like he can’t get enough of me. I rub my fingers down the muscles of his chest as we kiss, one of his thighs between mine. I wrap my legs tightly around him and squeeze, and the pressure on my clit feels amazing. I’m so close to bursting that I rub myself against him without thinking.

I open my eyes and look up at him, and stop. “Sorry, I can’t seem to help myself.”

He smiles and kisses me. “Needy, bunny? You can rub against me. Give me a condom first, though.”

I retrieve one from my bedside table and watch him roll it on. Then he pulls me back against him and slips a thigh between mine. I’ve never done anything like this before, but arousal overcomes my shyness and Trey’s hands on me are encouraging. I work myself back and forth against him, slowly at first and then faster. Soon I’m running up and down the length of his cock, my slipperiness making it easy to rub hard. Trey’s holding my hips lightly and breathing hard as the tip of his cock slips inside a little and we both gasp. I angle my hips back, and then forward again, pushing him deeper.