"I'm going to hit you ten times on each side of your bum. I'm just going to use my hands, and I want you to count them out loud for me. Can you do that?"
Aymie looked back at him and swallowed the lump in her throat, still working to catch her breath after her orgasm. "Y-Yes, Mr. Davis."
He smiled, then reached into the box of toys that was at the base of the bed and pulled out a blindfold. He walked to the side of the bed and secured it over Aymie's eyes, blinding her to what was happening in the room. Her heart leapt into her chest and her breathing accelerated again with an intense anticipation. When his hands left her body and the room became silent, she stilled, her entire body rigid and waiting. She couldn't even hear his breath.
Then, all of the sudden, a hard slap came to the left side of her ass, stinging and surprising her. She yelped, jumping and pulling on her restraints.
"Count."
Mr. Davis's voice was deep and commanding, and the word 'one' jumped from her throat before she'd even realized she said it. Her body responded immediately to him, desperate to please him, to follow instruction. The second swat came, followed by the third, and her ass as already stinging. She counted them out, her bum swinging left to right, wiggling to try and ease the sting.
"Good girl. Five more in quick succession, are you ready?"
She swallowed and nodded, and his hand crashed down onto her ass one, two, three, four, five times and she was whimpering with each blow, tensing up her backside and gripping onto the restraints that held her to the bed. Her counts came immediately after each swat, and then his hands were soothing her skin, caressing over the plump flesh of her ass, his lips on the small of her back.
"Two more, hard," he warned.
Aymie gripped onto the ties tightly, squeezing her eyes shut. The spank did not come right away and it made her breath come quickly, her heart beating out of her chest. Her whole body was thrumming with readiness, her pussy aching. She was wet...and she wasn't sure if it was from her orgasm just moments before, or if it was pouring from her as a result from his spanks. She could barely think.
The slap came hard, slamming down on her backside, followed by the second. She shouted, trying to draw her knees into her chest, her body instinctively trying to recoil from the pain. The spreader bar between her legs made that difficult and she just ended up arching her ass up even higher, whimpering.
Mr. Davis was in front of her then, one hand soothing her bum, the other on her cheek. He kissed her softly with a tenderness that made her melt, and slowly began to blot out the stinging ache in her ass.
"Count," he whispered to her, his tongue sliding along her bottom lip.
She licked her lips. "Nine, and ten."
"Good girl."
Those words went straight to her core, making her tingle. That this man could have such a strong effect on her shocked her even still, after all these weeks. He enraptured her, captivated her in a way that brought her to her knees, both literally and figuratively. She ached to please him, lusted for him down to her bones, and never wanted to leave his side.
His hand slid from the left to the right cheek of her backside, squeezing and kneading the flesh. "Are you ready for more?"
Aymie sniffed once, and nodded. "Yes."
She wished she could see him. The not knowing was killing her. She was sure he did this on purpose, to heighten everything, to make her anticipate even more when the spank was coming. His hesitation between each blow hung heavy in the air and surrounded her, making her writhe and whimper like some sort of prey, cornered and waiting to be devoured.
The first strike took her breath away. "One."
The second, third, and fourth made her gasp and wince. "Two, three, four."
Five and six were harsh, seven and eight came quickly after them, and Aymie was breathless again within moments, her chest heaving as the air filtered in and out of her lungs. She licked her lips, Mr. Davis's hands on her bum to soothe it.
"Two more, hard. Are you ready, honey?"
She gripped onto the restraints again, as she had before, and nodded. He hit her twice more, making her shout again with the intense sting. And, as before, he immediately alleviated that pain with his caressing touch, his lips on her low back, his presence over her. He had only spanked her ass, but she was aching all over, her body singing with sensation and want. She wanted more, more of him, more of his touch and his presence. More of his dominance.
The blindfold was lifted from her eyes and she blinked a few times, adjusting her pupils to the light in the room. Mr. Davis was there, right in front of her, his smile approving and deeply, deeply lustful. His kiss was full and hungry, his tongue probing into her mouth to find hers and he suckled on it, drawing desperate mewls from her throat.
"I'm going to fuck you senseless," he breathed, pulling back and taking hold of her face by her jaw, drinking down one final kiss from her lips before he unfastened the restraints around her wrists, and the spreader bar from her ankles.
Aymie rolled to her side and curled into a ball for a moment, then rose to her hands and knees to meet Mr. Davis, who was undressing at the side of the bed. His fingers fumbled with the buttons on his shirt and Aymie sat with her legs spread, tugging him to stand between them as she undid his belt, the button on his pants, and the zipper before shoving the slacks down to the floor and finding his cock and balls with her hands, stroking him through the fabric of his boxer briefs.
His gasped and his deep groan brought a satisfaction to her that made her grin up at him. She peeled the underwear down shortly after and he stepped out of them, taking hold of her throat with his hand and bending down to kiss her again, his lips devouring hers with a frenzied want, and he pushed her back onto the bed again. She crawled back as he loomed over her, laying down on her back and gazing up at him. He hovered over her, gazing down into her eyes with his cock leaking precum onto her low belly. He looked like a predator.
She loved being his prey.
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He was going to cum inside of her. This was the day. He was going to claim her inside and out, make her his in every way. He couldn't resist it anymore. God, the look in her eyes was so bewitching, drawing him in and begging for more and more. He would give her everything.
He lined himself up at her entrance without using his hands. She was soaking, his cock was drooling his arousal, and he needed to plunge inside of her. He needed to paint her inside walls with his cum, to see the look in her eyes when she felt him erupt. He knew she wanted it -- every time they'd fucked up to this point, her eyes were always pleading. She even voiced it once, practically begged him to explode inside of her. He'd resisted. Aymie was on birth control but...cumming inside of a woman wasn't something he did very often. It was special, and he would only give it to someone special.
Aymie was beyond special.
He plunged inside of her in on thrust, their eyes connected as he hovered over her. Her eyes lit up and widened, her mouth falling open as she gasped at the feel of him. Her warmth sheathed around him and gripped him tightly, coating his cock in her nectar. He could feel the wetness on his balls already, after just one thrust. She was soaking wet, and so ready for this. Ready for him.
His thrusts started slow. Deep, long strokes of his cock inside of her, complimented by his lips melting over hers as he dropped down to his elbows and surrounded her. He felt her legs coil up around his waist, her hips rising up to meet his thrusts as he pumped his dick in and out, in and out of her sweet, slick folds.
Her lips tasted like lip balm and her flavor and he drank deeply from them, feeding on her hot little mouth. He could never seem to get enough of that kiss, of the way she tasted, and the feeling of her lips against his, her nipples poking up into his chest, and her pussy gripping his throbbing meat made his head spin.
After another few minutes, he grew impatient. He needed to fuck her hard, to slam into her and make her shout his name. He pulled out of her, flipped her onto her stomach and pinned her legs between his, nestling his cock between her plump ass cheeks, now blazing red and outlined with his hand prints. Parting those cheeks with his hands, he slipped inside of her and mounted her that way, making her grip onto the bed sheets and bury her face into them.
His pace was not slow this time. He slammed his hips into her fleshy backside, making it jiggle with each blow. She was so fucking tight this way, like a vice around his cock and he bent low over top of her, crushing her down into the mattress and snaking a hand up underneath her to grip her around the neck. Her hand clung to his forearm, her breaths anguished and frantic. She looked over her shoulder at him as his lips closed around her ear.
"Who do you belong to?" he growled, nipping sharply at her earlobe.
"You, Mr. Davis...You..." she grunted out between thrusts.
"That's right. Who owns this pussy?"
"You do."
"Who owns this ass?" he snarled, pounding his hips against her.
"You do, it's yours. This ass is yours," she breathed, her eyes rolling back in her head.
"That's right, honey. You are mine. Mine."
God, she made him feel so powerful. Their bodies fit together like they were cut from the same cloth. Every one of her luscious curves complimented a hard ridge of his body, and they melted into one another with such seamless harmony every single time they joined together like this. He could never understand how one person could feel so good.
He thrusted away into her, the room filling with the sound of wet, slapping skin. He began to sweat, breathing heavy into her ear before he turned her again, rising up off of her luscious form to flip her back over onto her back, taking her thighs and pinning them back against her breasts. She looped her hands around the back of her knees and held those legs back, looking up at him with glazed over eyes and a grin that made him fucking strain.
