He is mine.
He pulls me into our room and closes the door behind me.
“Now, where were we?”
I smile as he starts to whip his clothes off.
“If you want to keep those clothes, you better start stripping.”
I quickly undress and stand in front of him.
“Come here.”
I walk to him and he pulls me into him before kissing me.
“I should be gentle with you. You are still hurt, but I can’t.”
“Who said I wanted gentle? I prefer you when you when you don’t hold back. Give me what you have. All of it.”
He growls and crashes his lips into mine. He picks me up and literally throws me on the bed. I close my legs refusing him access.
“Open up.”
I shake my head and bite my lip.
“I said. Open up.”
He attempts to force my legs open, but they just close again.
He leans back and looks at me. I see the frustration in his gaze mixing with the heat. The perfect mixture for him. I learned in the beginning that if I really wanted him to lose control, I needed to push him a little. Pent up sexual frustration leads to hot, hard, and dirty sex. The most delicious kind.
“What is my little minx up to now?”
“Disobeying you.”
I see the wicked look in his eye.
“Does my little minx need a spanking?”
I shake my head, but I feel myself grow wet at the thought of it.
“Open up.”
“No.”
“Have it your way.”
He yanks my legs off the bed and turns me over. I don’t even fight him. I know what is coming and I want it.
Smack!
I moan out at the first smack. He rubs the spot he just hit.
Smack!
“I love it when you are dirty. I will always give you what you want, baby. You just have to ask.”
Smack!
