She’s so perfect. There’s not a thing about her I would change. The way her hair feels in my hands, the scent of her skin, the arch of her spine when she bucks against me as I...
I don’t know why I’m imagining this right now when I could have the real thing.
“Ass up,” I order, spreading my knees farther apart so she can do as I say. I have to drag my hand across my mouth to hold back a groan at the view that gives me. “Put your face in the pillow and keep it there.”
It muffles her shriek of surprise when I smack one side of her ass, hard. I’ve been with other girls who liked getting spanked, but nobody reacts quite the way Roxanne does. She’s so wet she’s dripping down her legs. I give her another smack for good measure, and then I let my fingers start to circle her pussy.
“God, you feel good.”
I slip two fingers inside her and let out a hiss when she clenches around me.
“I like when your ass gets red like that.” I stroke her clit with my wet fingers as I spank her other ass cheek a few times. “It looks so fucking pretty. Did you miss this?”
She lets out a moan.
“I said, did you miss this?”
She turns her head sideways so she can speak. “I thought you told me to keep my face in the pillow,sir.”
That’s another thing nobody does quite like Roxanne: being a smart-mouthed brat during sex. It’s hot as fuck.
“Talking back before I even fuck you.” I spank her again. “Maybe I justwon’tgive you my cock.”
“You want my pussy too bad for that.”
I smack her so hard she fists the sheet in her hands. I watch her knuckles turn white as her ass gets redder and redder.
“What pussy? This pussy?”
I thrust two fingers into her again, curling them at just the right angle to make her hips shift even higher, her body begging for more.
“Oui,” she moans. “Oui, oui, oui.”
I let out a chuckle. “I think you meanmypussy.”
Without any warning, I start thrusting into her fast and hard, fucking her with my hand. She screams at the force of it, but I grab her hip, pulling her towards me so she has to take it all.
“I’m going to ask you again,” I bite out through gritted teeth, not letting my pace slow. “Did you miss this?”
“I...I...Oh, I...”
“You what? Say it.”
“I...Mmm...” Her hands slide over the sheets, clutching at the fabric as she tries and fails to find something solid to hold onto. “I just...I just remember you being better at this.”
Oh no she fucking didn’t.
I watch her quiver at the threat hanging in the air. She knows exactly what she’s just done. I pull away from her and reach for my jeans on the floor. I slide my belt out of the loops before straightening up again.
“Hands behind your back. Now.”
“Ooh, scary,” she taunts.
I loop the belt around her wrist a few times before doing up the buckle, tight enough to hurt but loose enough that she’s not in danger of losing circulation. Once it’s in place, I lean forwards over her. I don’t say anything; I let her feel my breath on her neck before I press my lips to the skin below her ear, just once, just for a second.
I feel her pulse beating under my lips, and the lust of the moment falls away, leaving only the intimacy behind. This game we’re playing is just a game. This dominance is an illusion. She’s the one who’s always held me captive in her hands. She’s the one who puts me on my knees.
“Roxanne?” I murmur.
