Driving home with James the other night, he looks at me and says “Wanna fuck?”. There’s a piece of me thinking….we just had dinner…and my legs aren’t shav…fuck it. “Yeah” I replied.
Getting home he quickly drags me upstairs by my hair, because apparently I wasn’t responding fast enough (this is preapproved…. and hot) and I lay down on his bed. He strips off his clothes and is ‘top unhappy’ with me for not taking off my clothes fast enough, so starts to strip mine off quickly. He kisses me a bit, kissing me with teeth, biting my lips like he knows I love and plays with my breasts and biting my nipples and the next thing I know I’m face down, ass up on the bed and he’s starting to spank my ass, quick and light at first and then harder as we keep going. I brace myself against the wall touching the bed and start moaning, fucking loving this, thinking it’s hard and it hurts but it’s not hard enough and it doesn’t hurt enough. He starts to bite me more, know how much I fucking love it, biting along my back, and biting my ass hard, and I’m writing from it. He checks in with me that I’m ok and then disappears for a second, and I can guess what he is doing. However, since I’m not being actively stimulated, my body takes over my brain as it often does subbing and I just collapse from being so tense from being spanked and bitten.