Bad Bad Girl

Caine spanked me a few more times and then stopped. He rubbed his warm hand on my tender backside and asked, “Are we clear on what I expect from you? And what will happen if you break a promise, lie, or lose faith in what we have?”

I sniffled and barely whispered, “Yes. I’m sorry.”

Caine lowered his hand to my moist pussy and softly stroked. He rubbed his finger along my slit, wetting it with the signs of my arousal. He moved his finger up the crack of my throbbing ass, and like before the spanking, pressed his finger into my tight back entrance. He moved his finger in and out while I continued to lie splayed over his lap. I didn’t move or tense up. I completely surrendered to his probing. I had never felt so calm and content in my life. My ass was still quivering in pain from the spanking, but I was relishing the femininity flowing through me.

He removed his finger slowly. “We’re done. No more anger from me, and no more guilt from you. The issue is over and we can move on from here. I love you, Neely,” Caine explained with a firm but forgiving tone.

Caine pulled me up and wrapped his arms tightly around me. I pressed my tear-stained face into his neck, taking in his masculine scent. He rubbed my back and caressed my head and flowing hair. No words were spoken, but I had never felt more comforted. My ass pulsated, and my pussy clenched in arousal. I didn’t want to move or ever have Caine stop holding me. I could stay like this forever.

For quite some time, Caine held me and occasionally would place soft kisses on my head. Even though my ass was hotter than one could imagine, the rest of my naked body was beginning to get cold. A small shiver worked its way up my spine, and Caine quickly reached for the throw blanket which covered the back of the couch. He gently placed it over me and reached for my chin to lift my face to look at his. He smiled tenderly and kissed my lips with the softest caress. I responded by kissing back harder and with more passion. I melted under his touch. I wanted him desperately. I wanted him to take me with a pure animalistic force. My breathing became a pant as we entangled our tongues. I wanted him now!

As if Caine could read my thoughts, he pulled away. He looked into my wild eyes and slowly guided me down to his fully erect cock. Yes, this is what I wanted to do more than anything. I licked my lips in anticipation of showing him how much I loved and cherished him. Every part of my body screamed submission, and the act of taking his manhood into my mouth seemed right.

He assisted me in unzipping his pants and lowering them down his muscled thighs. I placed soft kisses down his rippled stomach, taking in his musky scent as I lowered myself to his ready cock. Caine grabbed my hair, slightly pulling. I lightly licked the tip of his cock, teasing him with my tongue. I pulled away, only to have Caine tug my hair tighter. His firm grasp, wordlessly reminding me that he was in control. I moved my closed lips to the tip of his cock and allowed the hardness of his erection to press them apart. Slowly my mouth engulfed him. I lowered my mouth, attempting to take all of him, feeling his cock push the back of my throat.

“Open up baby, take me,” Caine moaned.

I licked his shaft along the base, then back to the tip. He tightened his grip on my hair guiding me down, then back up again. He fucked my mouth with long sensual strokes. Our moans were blending together.

Giving pleasure to Caine awoke a primal need. I needed to feel his cock deep inside. I needed to be taken. With his cock buried deep in my mouth, I looked up into Caine’s eyes. He stared at me with such commitment and intensity. My eyes pleaded for more. I noiselessly begged for more. As if Caine understood, he picked me up to straddle his lap. With one quick thrust, he impaled my pussy with his hungry cock.

“Yes! I need you!” I screamed as I flung my head back in wild abandon.

Never had I felt such a need to be fucked. I needed him deep inside, more than I needed anything before. I rode his cock, driving him deeper and deeper.

“More, Caine, please give me more!” I begged. With every thrust, I pleaded for him to take me deeper.

I began to feel crazed, like I was losing control. I could feel my orgasm nearing, and yet I was fighting it. This felt different, like nothing I’d encountered before. I couldn’t process what I was feeling. The ecstasy was mixed with fear. I was scared, confused.