When Jordan pulled away, she cried out in disappointment and then cried out again as his hand slapped down on her wet, sensitive flesh, spanking her throbbing pussy.
“I will take care of your pussy,” he said, matter-of-factly, massaging the anatomy in question before lifting his hand to spank it again. Trish shrieked as the blow landed, and then he massaged the sting back into her folds.
“But sometimes I might want?—”
He cut her off with another smack to her pussy, and her back arched. Her clit was throbbing, burning with the need to come, and one more swat might do it.
Trish opened her mouth to protest again, to try to push him into giving her another slap, one that would drive her over the edge, but Jordan was turning her over onto all fours again, hauling her ass high in the air. This time, though, he had no need to hold her wrists down.
“Jordan, plea—ow!”
Smack!Smack!Smack!
As if to prove nothing would change, Jordan spanked her upturned ass, his hand as hard and rough as ever on her tender cheeks.
It wasn’t a punishment spanking though… but it wasn’t an erotic spanking for pleasure: it fell somewhere in between. Trish gasped and moaned as the crisp swats stung her skin, and her clit pulsed in needy sympathy. Her breasts swayed beneath her with every strike, dragging her stiff nipples over the sheets.
“You can’t?—”
Smack!Smack!
“Jordan!
Smack!Smack!
The needy ache rising inside her only made protesting more difficult. Trish was hot and sensitive, swollen and throbbing, and so close to orgasm she might start screaming if she didn’t fall over the edge soon.
Yet, like always, Trish couldn’t bring herself to beg. In the past, she hadn’t wanted to admit to what she saw as a betrayal by her body. She still felt as though her body were betraying her—not because she didn’t want the pleasure, but because she didn’t want it rightnow. Well, at least, Trish didn’t want it until after she’d had her sayand exerted some kind of control back over herself.
Even if part of her reveled in her lack of control and Jordan’s refusal to change how he treated her.
She was confused, frustrated, so aroused she felt like she would explode, and it all melded together into a rush of emotions that swirled around her growing pleasure.
And when she stopped protesting, Jordan flipped her over onto her back again and grabbed her ankles. He held them onto his shoulders as he slid his cock back into her soaked pussy.Trish practically screamed with the pleasure of him entering her, stretching her muscles all over again, the new position keeping her helpless as he bent her in half to fuck her. The heat from her spanked bottom flared as her ass bounced off the mattress, turning her on even more.
The hot velvet of Trish’s pussy spasmed around him as Jordan started to thrust, working out his frustrations on her helpless, squirming body. He would fuck her and clean her as many times as he needed to in order to get the message across: she was his to care for.
It was the kind of control other women had left him for, but Trish had chosen to stay.
Perhaps he should have expected her to test her boundaries. Marek had said something about Laura behaving similarly after choosing to stay with him. She’d gotten into quite a bit of trouble at the time, if Jordan remembered correctly. Jordan wouldn’t let Trish get into trouble.
He groaned as he sank into her, the only resistance coming from her legs as he pressed them down with his chest. Fortunately, Trish was very flexible. She arched underneath him, shuddering with pleasure as he pumped in and out of her hot pussy, the tight muscles of her channel pleasuring his shaft.
Since he’d already come once, he was able to take his time now.
Trish cried out as she came, his body rubbing against her swollen clit and pussy lips, which were pink from being spanked, although nowhere near the dark color he’d turned her ass. Jordan let her legs slide down his arms to a more comfortable position, with her knees resting in the crooks of his elbowsher thighs split wide open, and kept fucking Trish through her orgasm.
Her pussy clung to him, spasming and clenching around his cock as she wailed in pleasure. Her head tipped back as her pink lips opened on her ecstatic cry.
Jordan kept pumping, using her legs over his arms as leverage to force his cock in and out of her, faster and harder, as she writhed in orgasm. Pale pink flushed her upper body, her nipples standing out stiffly as her breasts jiggled with every powerful thrust. She keened, writhing and tugging at the restraints on her wrists, her body arching up to meet his cock in the throes of ecstasy, but her pleasure quickly turned to overstimulation and exquisite agony when he didn’t give her a chance to recover.
Trish screamed as he pounded into her, his cock ravaging her slick sheath, her juices making the sound of their fucking sloppy and wet. He groaned with the pleasure of her clasping flesh trying to suck him deeper into her body, and fought for every thrust as she sobbed with overwhelming ecstasy.
It wasn’t until he’d driven her to yet another orgasm and she softened and submitted beneath him that Jordan allowed himself to let go and fill her pussy with his cum.
This time, when he went to get a cloth to clean her, Trish was far too tired, too hazy in her sexual satiation, to do more than mumble incoherently.
Pleased, Jordan wrapped himself around her, uncuffing her from the bed but leaving the cuffs on her wrists, as he possessively covered every inch of her with himself.
