[MF] She’s a good girl.

I don’t believe in love. I don’t know what people mean when they said it.

I pushed her body against the wall as I remove the first three button on her shirt.

Technically, they’re mine.

But she likes wearing my shirt as a dress every time she stay in. Just that plain white shirt and a piece of black underwear. I can see her focus of attention moved from my eyes, my lips, and back to my eyes again. She always do that every time she want me to kiss her.

Too bad that we can’t always get what we want , can we?

I grabbed both of her hands and pinned them above her head with one of my hand. Making sure that she can’t fight her way out before I continue.

“There is one specific rule that you’re going to follow tonight.” I used my other hand to remove the fourth button on her shirt.

“I’m a good girl.” I removed the fifth button.

“That’s the only phrase that I want to hear coming out from your mouth for the rest of our session tonight.” I removed the last Button.

I slipped my hand inside her underwear and started rubbing her pussy. She opened her mouth a little and start panting. Following the rhythm of my fingers.

“Do I make myself clear, Shannon?”

She took her time before she can fully process the position that she’s in. But eventually . . .

“I’m a good girl.”

I shoved two of my fingers inside her the moment she said it. Enjoying her loud whimper the as I stretch her pussy apart. But that’s all she got for now. I didn’t make any movement with my fingers.

“I’m a good girl.” Her voice sounded breathier as she got more turned on.

I started thrusting my fingers in and out. She’s so wet already. Taking two fingers like they’re nothing.

I took my fingers out of her pussy and put them on her lips. She opened her mouth and slowly sucking them for me. I let her savor the taste of her own juice for a minute before taking my fingers out of her mouth .

She stared at me while sensually licked her own lips, and smirked.

“I’m a good girl.”

I flipped her body around and held both of her hands behind her back. Using my other hands to open the drawer beside us and took out two items. A tie and and a Belt.

I can hear her panting even harder as soon as she felt the soft fabric being wrapped around her wrists.

I was a boy scout. I know how to tie a proper knot.

I grabbed the back of her hair and forced her to follow me. I threw her body on top of the bed and gave two quick smacks on her ass. Just like how I can know what she wants without saying anything, she can also do the same to me. She knew that those quick smacks was an order for her to get into a position where I can fuck her like a fucking whore she is. Face down on the bed and ass raised up in the air.

My cock was throbbing. I really really need to shove it into something. Look who’s conveniently presented that hole for me ?

But a man is nothing without self control. I pressed the tip of my dick to her pussy. I can see her body tensed as she’s prepared to take that big hard cock into her. But she won’t get anything.

I love the sound of her whimpers, but I missed the sound of her little voice when she talked to me.

So I wrapped my belt around her neck like and hold it with my hand like a collar. I give another two hard smacks on her ass to remind her that she’s here to please me. Not the other way around.

We stayed like this in silence. I tease her pussy with my cock to let her know that I’m ready when she is.

“I’m a good girl.” She whispered.

I push my cock deep inside her pussy. All of it. Splitting her pussy apart to the point where my thigh was pressing against hers.

“FUCK !!!!” I can see her body start to shake as soon as she said that. I wasn’t sure what caused it. The pleasure. . the fear that creeped inside her as soon as she realized what she just did.

She broke my rule.

“Shannon . . .” I tried to make myself sound as gentle as possible.

I gently caressed her ass as I started to moved my cock inside her pussy. Just small movements, nothing more. I like the way it felt when her pussy squeezed my shaft every time I did that.

“What is our rule for the night? . . .Remind me.”

I patiently wait for her answer. I can her the panic in her breath as she tried to find a way to get out of this situation. She’s not a masochist. She hates pain.

But It’s not long before she realized that the only thing she can do is to let go and accept her punishment. Like a good girl supposed to

“I’m a good girl. . .” She whimpered.

It didn’t take even a second after she said that phrase before I gave it to her.

There are spanking that is intended to tease. There are spankings that are intended to punish. I gave her the later ones. Again, Again, again , and Again. She pressed her face against my bed to muzzled out the sound every time she scream. I stopped after around 10 hard spankings. She had enough.

She started sobbing a little bit. . . but she took her punishment like a good girl. I was proud of her. I kept making small movements deep inside her while waiting for her to calm down, or to say her safe words. Until eventually I could hear her sweet little voice again.

“I’m a good girl . . .”

I started thrusting my hips. Slowly, But I make sure that I pull my cock all the way out before shoving it all the way In. No nothing in between. Fucking Christ she felt tight.

“I’m a good Mmh . . I’m a good girl!”

I increase the pace before she even finished her phrases. I can’t fucking wait. I can’t.

I started pounding her. Pulling the belt that I used as her collar as the room filled with the sound of our flesh colliding together. She started to scream. Loudly. . .and Everything turned into a blur. I snapped back to my consciousness when she started saying her phrase erratically.

“I’m a good girl I’m a good girl I’m a good girl I’m a good girl I’m a good girl I’m a good girl I’m a good girl I’m a good girl I’m a good girl I’m a good girl !!!!!”

I know what she’s trying to say. I was close too.

“Fucking Cum for me Shannon!”

I fell on top of her as we climaxed together. MY head was spinning, i remembered that my mind was completely blank for God knows how long. I gained my composure faster than hers. The first thing I did was removing the tie that’s bounding her wrists and wrapped her body with a blanket.

I lay down facing her, caressing her face while waiting for her to get out of her trance. I waited Until she locked her eyes on to mine and greet me with her smile.

“I’m a good girl” she said.

“Our session is over , Shannon. You can stop now.” I paused. “Was I being too hard on you”

She’s touching my nose with her fingers. Playfully.

“I’m a good girl.”

She’s not going to stop saying that phrase for the rest of the night, Isn’t she ?

She told me that she loved me. A couple hours before this session. I’m used to her saying stupid things out of nowhere. But clearly no-one will be prepared to hear that kind of things while he’s wrapping her fingers with a band aid while scolding her. Why the fuck would anyone watch cartoons while cutting down vegetables for their meal preps. I would never know.

I pretended that I didn’t hear her.

It’s a meaningless word. I don’t know what it means. I said it to several women before. Maybe not entirely meaningless, You can get people to do almost anything if you convince them that you love them. It has its use.

But I do know that I never felt Laying down with someone without saying anything can feel so comfortable. I do know that I don’t mind sharing my personal space with her, coming to terms with the fact that my hatred for flowers all over my apartment were nothing as long as I can make her feel more comfortable to stay with me,

She traced my jawline with her fingers as I lost on my thought.

“I’m a good girl??? ” I pulled her in for a kiss. I hoped that it answered her question.

I don’t deserve her.

She’s a good girl.

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