They were just hanging out, laying on some grass in the park. Nothing new, nothing special.
He pulled her arm out from under her, spilling her down to his level. She grinned, and started playing with his hair, gently running her fingers through it. Touch me, too, each stroke cried. He obliged, fussing with her hair as she ran her fingers through his.
They kept talking, laughing, shouting at clouds. She asked him what he was thinking.
*You*. He said. *You’re immediate.*
He was waiting for permission. She wasn’t going to give it, she couldn’t.
After more than a few torturous minutes, when she needed more than to luxuriate in his rare affections, she broke.
*I’ve always been one to ask for forgiveness, not permission,* she grinned. He looked at her, working her out. Then, he kissed her. Soft, slow at first, building to something much more urgent. She bit his lip.
They fell apart, laying symmetrical to each other on the grass.
Don’t push it, she thought, don’t ruin it.
He looked at her, but didn’t say a word. She broke the silence.
*You know there can’t be more than that.*
*I know. But, there can be the same.*
They kissed again, this time with ease. Their hands moved carefully but their lips met with reckless abandon. There were lines, and danger here, but in the moment, all they knew was this was the only chance they were going to get.
They pulled apart and she jumped up.
*Let’s walk for a bit.*
*No*, he smiled at her
*Yes*, she smiled back, grabbing his hand as though she’d have any hope of lifting his six foot frame off the ground. He got up, grudgingly, and they walked. They talked.
They reached a bench, and sat.
*What are you thinking?* She asked.
*I’m confused. I don’t know what anything means anymore.*
*Dude, it was a kiss. What is there to be confused about?*
*I don’t know. I want you.* He looked into her eyes, suddenly incredibly serious. *I fucking want you.*
*I didn’t know for sure, whether you were into me*, She mumbled, unsure how to meet his intensity.
*Of course I’m into you. You’re smart, which is rare, and funny, and ambitious, and you have amazing boobs.*
She smiled and kissed him again. Her hand pressed into his chest, enjoying feeling the muscles he’d worked so hard for. She sighed softly and they kept walking.
Eventually, they fell back in step and started their usual flirting again. They laughed and batted back and forth linguistically, winding each other up. She couldn’t contain her thoughts, or her need to be close to him. She wanted to hold his hand, but that didn’t feel right somehow.
They reached a bench, but she pulled him to her before they sat. He backed her against a wall and kissed her like he was going to lose her. He pulled her into him, devouring her with his lips like he’d never get the chance to kiss her again.
*Talk to me*, she said.
*I’m thinking, I want to lay you down, peel off all your clothes, and kiss every inch of your body.*
She moaned softly, and pulled him in for another kiss.
*Tell me what you want*, he said, quietly.
*I want to you make me beg for you,* she replied.
He pulled away and half sat, half lay on the bench.
*Tell me more,* he said.
*I’m thinking that I want you too. I want you to tease me and hurt me and make me writhe and beg for you. I want you to take me from a disobedient bitey brat to your perfect fucktoy.*
*Fuck*, he sighed. *I wish we could go somewhere and just…*
Wreak the havoc we need to wreak on each other’s bodies?
*Fuck like monkeys. But either works*, he grinned.
They talked more, punctuated by delicate touches. She stood in front of him, pacing about and he watched her, horizontal.
She said something, and grabbed her boobs for effect.
*Don’t do that, he said, its not fair.*
*Who’s stopping you?* She grinned, grabbing his hands and pulling her up to him. He pushed her back against the wall, this time carefully outling her breasts with his hands, taking a few tentative grasps. She pushed herself into him, practically begging for his touch.
*I need to sit down*, he laughed awkwardly, pulling away from her.
She sat with him.
*I want you*, he breathed
*I want you too*, she replied*, let’s go*. She stood up suddenly and jolted him from his reverie.
*Are you serious?* He seemed surprised.
*If you are…?* She trailed off.
He took her by the hand and called a taxi. They waited for it in silence, grazing each other’s fingers as they stood by the side of the road.
He opened the door for her and she slid into the car. He wrapped his arm around and she leant into him.
She looked up and he kissed her again. She was getting accustomed to his style now and matched him, becoming more in sync.
*Tell me what you’re going to do to me*, she said quietly.
*No*, he said, suddenly firm and dominant, *it’s more fun if you don’t know, slut*.
He almost growled the last word and she felt it in the pit of her stomach. She wanted to be his slut.
She stayed pulled into him the rest of the way to the hotel. She drew shapes lightly on his thigh and he stroked her arm as he held her. A few kisses, a few stolen glances, but mostly anticipation.
Eventually, they got to the door. She pushed the card against the lock and he reached past her to open the door. He almost flung her inside and quickly shut the door behind him. They threw themselves together, so desperate to be as close as they could possibly be. He lifted her shirt off over her head as they stumbled, entangled, towards the bed.
She tried to do the same to him but he grasped her wrists.
*No baby, you don’t get me yet.*
She moaned softly in response and let herself be pushed to the bed.
*Kneel*
*Yes… Sir?* There was a question in her voice.
*Sir is nice, slut*.
She got up to her knees and he undid her bra, casually dropping it to the ground. She reached for him again, to pull him closer, but he stood rigid.
*Not yet,* he said, *I’ve been waiting a year to see these.*
He cupped her gently and ran his thumbs over her nipples. She closed her eyes and moaned as he played with her.
*Good girl… Now lay down*
*No,* she grinned, grabbing him by the waist and pulling him onto the bed with her. She jumped over him, straddling him and pinning his wrists above his head. He laughed and broke away from her.
He bit down onto one of her nipples, and she groaned, letting her guard down.
*Naughty girl, very bad slut,* he said, stroking her hair before firmly grabbing her neck and pulling her off him. He threw he face down onto the bed and pulled her jeans and underwear off her.
He started spanking her. Her ass was burning almost immediately, and she loved it. She writhed with every blow and moaned as he hit her again and again.
She tried to roll over, or turn, but he held her in place.
*If you keep wriggling, I’ll have to start using my belt.*
She turned her head, stuck out her tongue and gave her ass a demonstrative shake. He gave her one last slap and let her watch as he took his belt off.
*On your knees, and your face in a pillow. This is going to hurt baby.* He gave her ass a tender stroke before bringing the belt down for the first time. She was grateful for the pillow as lines of searing pain appeared across her ass.
*You’re getting so wet baby, you’re a proper painslut aren’t you,* he said, surprisingly softly as he run his hands across her ass.
*Then fuck me, sir, please fuck me,* she begged.
*No, not yet baby. Not yet.*
He knelt behind her and pulled her up against him. He’d taken his shirt off, but left his jeans on. He had an impeccable chest, his strength showing across his whole upper body. She felt his well-muscled arms wrap around her and grasp her breasts again. She squirmed, desperate for the teasing to end, and his hands found their way to her throat.
*Still, slut. I’m having fun.*
*But sir, you could have a lot of fun fucking me*
*And I will, later.*
He carried on pinching and squeezing her tits, pulling gently on her nipple bars and enjoying the effects of his effort. She was practically dripping for him. But he’d had to wait a year for this, she could wait a bit longer.
*Lay down, he said, on your back, hang your head off the bed.*
She knew what was coming. She’d been the one to suggest it.
Luckily, the hotel had high beds, and she watched him unzip his jeans and take out his cock. She opened her mouth, ready for him. He started slow, letting her swirl her tongue around his dick, sucking him as well as she could. He got faster, fucking her face with a total lack of regard for her, just like she liked. He moaned and grabbed her waiting tits, which elicited a moan from her that reverberated pleasantly around his dick. He saw her press her legs together and writhe, a desperate attempt to give her clit some pleasure, but he stopped her. He slammed his dick as far as he could down her throat, leant forward and spread her legs apart, giving her a slap on the inside of each thigh for good measure. She would’ve pouted, or protested, had he not been balls deep into her means of doing so.
He didn’t want to cum like this, and could feel himself getting close, so he, somewhat unwillingly, pulled himself out of her mouth. He put his dick back in his trousers, and stood there, looking at the desperate, dripping slut laid out in front of him. She was breathless, watching him. Ready for whatever happened next. He let her lay for a minute, building her anticipation. He stared at her curves.
*What do you say?* He asked her.
*Thank you for fucking my face sir,* she giggled in response. He helped her stand up and she shakily stood against him. She tentatively put her hand on his chest, expecting to be batted away, but he allowed her touch.
She danced her fingers across him, grazing his collarbones, up and and down his neck and across his well built chest and torso. He just stood, sighing gently and he yeilded to her light touch. Barely there but just enough. He began to respond in kind, feeling her waist, her soft stomach, her neck. Sometimes he’d hit a ticklish spot and she’d wriggle away, a light slap on the ass reminded her that she didn’t get a say where his hands went anymore.
He laid her down on the bed, and lay next to her and just kissed her, again and again, all over her body. She did her best to stay still, but was becoming desperate for some relief. His mouth finally found her pussy and she stopped breathing for a second, not daring to hope.
He placed gentle, barely there kisses around her clit, before burying his face into her and damn near making her scream with his tongue.
*Sir, can I cum? Can I cum?* She begged, not knowing if she needed permission.
*Yes slut, show me what it looks like when you cum*, came the reply from between her legs.
It didn’t take long. She closed her eyes and let the feeling wash over her. She moaned and gasped and cried his name and God’s, her body going alternating limp and tense as she came.
Then, it was over and she tried to escape his tongue on her now too sensetive clit. He fought her, gave her a few more squirmy licks before he relented, laughing at her.
*Good girl, you make some great noises baby. I love it when you say my name.*
*Please fuck me now baby, please fuck me.*
*As you’ve asked so nicely…*
He laid on his back and pulled off his remaining clothes. His cock stood proud and she thought about taking it in her mouth again.
She hesitated, nervous.
*Don’t be shy, slut. You haven’t been so far.*
She giggled, a little, and straddled him, his dick slipping into her with no resistance.
*Fuck you’re tight*, he moaned. She grinned, she knew.
He held her tits as she moved her hips up and down, slowly at first then faster, taking him deeper, as she watched him moan.
*Play with your clit slut, I wanna see you touch yourself as you ride me.*
She obliged, using her fingers to circle and rub her clit. She moaned gleefully as she tried her best to please him.
Suddenly, he pulled her off him and laid her on the bed. He pushed her legs back wide and high, spreading her as far as he could. He kissed her, hard, as he thrust into her. She moaned and reached for him as he fucked her. He held her arms above her head.
*No, slut, this is for me*.
He fucked her hard, with long deep strokes that made her shake and tense around his cock. She moaned his name, he moaned hers. She came again, shuddering as the orgasm ripped through her. Satisfied by this, he pulled away.
*I’m gunna finish in your cute mouth, get on your knees, on the floor.*
She climbed off the bed, ready for him to fuck her face again, and this time she swallowed happily as he came in her mouth. She kept sucking his twitching cock until he couldn’t take it anymore, and moved away, panting and generally spent.
He put his jeans on and sat on the edge of the bed. She moved to do likewise, but he grabbed her arm.
*I don’t want you dressed yet*
*So I’m meant to stay naked indefinitely?* She said with an arched brow
*Until I say otherwise. I’m not done with you yet.*