Bad Bad Girl

He spread her cheeks with his slick hands and positioned his cock at her tightly puckered entrance. “I want you to breathe and relax. The plug will have loosened you up. Your bottom hole is ready for my taking.”

She closed her eyes and did as he ordered. Slowly he pressed forward, spreading the entrance to the most taboo spot on her body inch by inch. His cock was large, much larger than the plug that had just been in her hole, and definitely much larger than his finger. But as she took deep breaths and relaxed, she was able to focus on the erotic pleasure the fullness gave her. Once he was seated firmly in her ass, he paused and allowed her to get accustomed to his girth.

“Are you doing okay, baby?” he asked as he placed soft kisses to the back of her neck.

She nodded and moaned in pleasure. “I like the feeling. I feel so close and connected to you.”

Very gently he pulled out a little, only to push back in. He took his time moving, allowing Rebecca’s bottom to adjust to the impending ass fucking. She knew it was just a matter of time until his slow movements would turn to hard thrusts. And she wanted it hard. She wanted him badly.

“Fuck me hard, Sawyer,” she whispered. “I don’t want you to make love to my ass. I want you to fuck it. Fuck it hard.”

With a growl, he grabbed her hips and shoved his dick in deep. Without any sense of gentleness, he ploughed her ass. Over and over he jammed his cock inside her—so deep that his balls slapped against her whipped behind. Her pussy gushed, her screams muffled against the sheets, and Rebecca rode the wave of the most intense orgasm ever to rock her body.

Sawyer had been right when he’d said there was a difference between making love and fucking. As her body rocked back and forth, and the hint of pain turned to pure pleasure, she allowed the fire of desire to consume her; the fire caused by the combination of a good ole fucking after a good old-fashioned spanking.

50

Rebecca walked into the studio anxious to see Sawyer. She hoped he didn’t have a client, but even if he did, she was pretty sure he wouldn’t care if she stopped by to say hello. Seeing him in his element would be a turn on, anyway. The picture of him hunched over someone, tattoo gun in hand, marking that person forever with his artistic talent made her heart swoon. She had good news to share. She had done some major soul searching and decided to throw caution to the wind. She’d quit her job and given notice to her apartment manager that very morning. She wanted to work with Sawyer. It felt right. She was going to start apartment hunting right away so she could be close to her new job, and closer to him. She couldn’t wait to tell him the news, and wanted to do it in person.

She licked her lips and tucked a wayward strand of hair behind her ear before entering. She smiled at Sawyer’s front desk man. What was his name? Frank, Hank, Joe? Odd that she had no idea.

“Hi there,” she said, as the chime of the door announced her entrance. “Is Sawyer in the back? I was hoping I could stop in and say hi.”

The man shook his head as he continued to read the magazine in his hands. He didn’t even bother looking up. “Nah, he left.”

Rebecca waited a moment for him to offer a little more information. When he just continued to read as if she wasn’t even there, she asked, “Is he coming back?”

The man shrugged. “Don’t know.”

“Did he say anything when he left?” Her annoyance was growing by the second. She made a mental note that one of her first duties in helping with Sawyer’s business would be to get rid of this nameless guy.

The man put down the magazine and stared at her for the first time, almost surprised to see that she was still standing there. “He got a call and rushed out of here. He said he had a family emergency. That was it. I’m not even sure if he wants me to lock up or leave.” He shrugged and flipped a page. “But I need the hours, so…”

Her heart skipped. “Family emergency? Was he upset?”

“I guess.” He looked back down at the magazine. “You want to leave a message or something?”

Rebecca spun on her heels and left. The front desk man was useless, and right now she had a sick feeling in her stomach. Something had to be pretty bad for Sawyer to just storm out and not say anything or give any instructions to his idiot staff. She grabbed her phone and tried calling him but there was no answer. She also sent a quick text, asking him to call her. As she opened her car door, she decided to just head over to his place. Maybe she was overreacting, but she couldn’t shake the feeling of doom that was washing over her.