Smack!Smack!Smack!
His hand moved down to the untouched backs of her thighs, which stung more than her already roasted bottom, and Trish shrieked, trying to buck as his paddle-like hand rained down fiery slap after slap.
She begged.
Pleaded.
And hated her body because, even as her backside stung and burned, her pussy became more swollen, more needy. This was harsher than a playful spanking, yet her body responded in the same way.
When he stopped, Trish sagged with relief… and then tensed again as he moved onto the bed behind her and knelt between her legs. It didn’t matter that her ass and thighs were on fire: her irritation surged again. He would fuck her and then go to work! So, nothing had changed except he’d also spanked her!
“Noooooooo!” She wriggled and tugged at her bindings as his cock pressed against her pussy and begin to push in.
Her body quivered with excitement, even as she wanted to pout and huff.
“Yes.” His big hands slid beneath the front of her body to cup her breasts as his hips surged forward, impaling her with a hard thrust.
Trish cried out in outraged pleasure as he began to squeeze her breasts roughly, fondling her for his pleasure, his cock sliding back out and then thrusting in, hard, as Jordan used her body for leverage. He set a bruising pace, his weight pressing her down, her mound rubbing against the pillow beneath it as he fucked her from behind.
With Jordan’s body covering hers, every thrust slapped his front against the hot, swollen skin of her ass. If he hadn’t just spanked her, it wouldn’t have hurt, but, since he had, everypleasurable thrust was accompanied by an extra bite of pain, even before he started pinching and tugging on her nipples.
She fought against her body’s reaction, not wanting to give in to the sensations Jordan elicited with his rough handling.
“No, no, no,” she chanted, her denials meant more toward herself than him.
There was nothing Trish could do to stop him, even if he hadn’t tied her down. Jordan was bigger, faster, and stronger than she was. If he wanted to spank her, he would. If he wanted to fuck her, he would. But she was pissy with him and didn’t want to enjoy it.
She just wasn’t sure she could stop herself.
His cock dragged in and out of her, rubbing over her g-spot again and again, each plunging thrust filling her to the brim, igniting the sting in her buttocks, and jostling the plug in her ass. Trish writhed, clenched, and vainly denied the ecstasy rising inside her.
If she held out and didn’t orgasm, would he stay with her till she did? Was she just trying to keep him there with her longer?
It didn’t matter, either way. Her orgasm grew, rose, and her toes began to curl.
And then Jordan pulled out, leaving her gasping and achingly empty, ready to scream at him again. There was a sting as he pulled the plug from her ass, and then she screamed as he thrust fully into the tight channel without mercy. While Trish was used to anal sex by now and wore the plug almost constantly, the first entry of his cock always stretched her tight hole, and when he did it so quickly, so roughly, it made her muscles burn more painfully than the spanking had.
Her fingers scrabbled against the sheets as she instinctively tried to get away from the hard shaft invading her tight hole, the fullness uncomfortable, the slide of his cock hotly painful as Jordan fucked her ass as roughly as he’d been fucking her pussy.
But her body had already been primed, and, even as her muscles strained to expel him, as her nerves shrieked with erotic torment, Trish’s orgasm exploded through her anyway. The ecstasy burst through her and wrapped her in a maelstrom of conflicting sensations that had her screaming for mercy all over again.
Still ignoring her cries, Jordan leaned back, his hands sliding down, away from her breasts, so he could grip her hips and fuck her ass harder and harder as the brutal amalgamation of agony and ecstasy overwhelmed her.
It was so good and it was too much and it was exactly what she needed.
More tears rolled down her face as Jordan used her ass for his own pleasure, ignoring her choked sobs as her body was shattered by his relentless assault on her sense. It didn’t matter if Trish came or if she came too hard—he would have his way, anyway, and it only sent her soaring higher.
Trish was senseless, overcome by the physical passion and distress, when Jordan swelled inside her, his movements becoming more frantic. Wet heat filled her ass as he groaned, pumping her full of hot cum, each spurt throbbing against her raw passage.
She whimpered and went limp when Jordan relaxed against her, his fingers loosing their grip as his cock began to soften.
Trish closed her eyes and let go, trusting he would take care of whatever needed to be done.
When Trish woke up, she lay on her stomach, no longer cuffed or propped up by pillows. Her ass was sore and sensitive, both inside and out, and, when she clenched her muscles, she couldfeel Jordan had plugged her again. Probably with his load of cum still inside her—he liked to know she was walking around with his cum stoppered in her ass. If Trish were being honest, there was a part of her that was also aroused by it.
She was constantly aroused by things she probably shouldn’t be.
Like saying ‘no’ to Jordan and having him ignore her.
