She couldn't withhold a whimper. He'd given her an out, a safety zone, but she bit her lip, unwilling to admit defeat so early on.
He moved his attention to the other buttock, ignoring her whimper. He had one hand against her back, holding her in place over his lap. The other was now working her other buttock up for that first smack.
The waiting was unbearable, and then she noticed the shadows moving on the floor, elongated, and yet clearly delineating the movement of her prone body. The light was behind her. Fuck. He'd got her on the side of the bed where the lamp stood—he'd be able to see everything from the light thrown onto her splayed bottom. Her sex squeezed tight in response to that realization, and she felt moisture trickle down her labia, maddening her.
The second spank came, and then he moved his attention back to the first, smacking it several times in quick succession before going back to the second buttock and repeating.
Pain shot through her, but by the third time something else was moving through her veins, too—a crazed, euphoric feeling. Pleasure was fast becoming bound up with the pain, a strange, growing force taking her over like some sort of drug. Her entire midsection was hot too, painfully hot and aroused, his actions pushing her further into a state of frenzy with every passing second.
His hand moved again, but instead of repeating the pattern, he plunged it in between her thighs, clutching her exposed pussy.
It was so unexpected that she cried out with surprise, her entire body jerking up in response.
""You have the most gorgeous derriere," he said, thrusting his thumb into her hole, while he worked his forefinger against her clit. "And your pussy looks delicious, so wet, you naughty girl."
Her head nearly blew off when he moved his knuckle back and forth over her clit in time with his thumb inside her. Humiliation, pain and pleasure were strange bedfellows, but Kelly was assailed with all three, and she was enjoying every moment of it. She moaned and thrashed, saliva gathering in her mouth. She could hear the slurp of her wet pussy as he worked into it with his thumb. He'd got total control of her. Just as she'd been powerless over his shoulder back at the concert, he had her over his knee and was doing exactly what she had wished for back then, he was taking her, using her, filling her. And it was good.
Her fingernails scraped the carpet, clutching, feeble and powerless as he worked his thumb into her. "Oh that is so good," she blurted.
"You like that, huh?"
"Yes," she said, pushing her bottom back, easing her pussy into a better angle on his hand. She wasn't aware of anything outside of the drive for fulfillment. "Feels so good, I'm on fire." She bucked her hips, when she felt his thumb rubbing against the front wall of her sex. "You're going to make me come."
"Oh, yes, several times, in fact." He moved his hand, riding it in and out of her pussy.
She cried out, her inner muscles clenching on to him, wanting his hand, wanting something else too: that massive hard cock of his. "Fuck me, please," she cried out, her face burning.
He gave a dark chuckle, and worked her even harder. "We have to deal with your punishment first, and every time you answer me back you will get spanked again."
She blinked away her blurring vision. She didn't know what she wanted more of first, even if she could decide. He was in charge right now and he could use her as he wished.
"Do it then. Hurry," she demanded. She swallowed, resting her fingertips on the floor for balance.
"That's better." He moved the hand he had on her back lower, stroking her tingling buttocks while he still worked her with his other hand. He moved his fingers to the crease at the base her spine and stroked one finger into it. She was already on overload, about to come, when he ran a finger over her anus.
She had to blink and make an extreme effort to concentrate to keep from falling. As he moved that finger into her anus, easing it inside, her body lost focus. She became a clutching, writhing crea
ture, controlled totally by his hands on her.
"Tommy," she gasped, but it was too late to beg him to slow down, too late to try to hang on. Her hips ground against him of their own accord, muscles clutching at the hard intrusion of his thumb as she shuddered into release.
She struggled for breath. For several moments, she lost touch with where she was, then she felt his hand stroking her back again, soothing her, his breath warm on her back, a gentle kiss dropped on her shoulder, his voice murmuring in the background. He had extracted his finger and thumb, and was caressing the sensitive folds of her pussy with tender, inquisitive fingers.
Panting, she grasped his thighs with her hands, making an extreme effort to speak. "Tommy, let me up, please. I am about to pass out."
He rolled her easily in his arms, lifting her against him and rising to his feet. "Too much for you?" The smile on his face was wicked.
Never. Quickly gathering herself, she took a deep breath then exhaled it on a casual laugh. "It was pretty good…for openers." Take that for a challenge, mister.
He gave a dark laugh, then lowered her and rolled her onto the bed.
Once again she found herself winded. This man was a force of nature. Struggling to get off the covers, she managed to push herself up, still shaking in the aftermath of her orgasm, and looked over at him.
His jacket was on the floor. He plugged his iPod into the sound system. Hard rock wheeled up around them, filling the room with atmospheric-chugging guitars. The music beat in her blood, rousing her with its powerful rhythm, while she feasted on the sight of him stripping. He kicked off his shoes and pulled his T-shirt over his head. His torso mesmerized her in a split-second. She had felt that strength and power under her hands, but seeing it naked was something else altogether.
His pecs were well-defined, his shoulders huge. As he moved to drop the T-shirt on the floor, his biceps were cast in light, then shadow, emphasizing their shape and strength. She noticed the hard wall of muscle in his stomach, as he snapped at the buckle of his belt and went for his zipper. His six-pack rippled with movement as he shoved his jeans down the strong columns of his thighs.
She rolled onto her side, supporting herself on one elbow as she took in the sight of his black Jockey shorts. They were softly molded to his hips, the erection just about captured inside, like the stout branch of a tree bowing out.