She arrived to their loft a little earlier than he did. He often worked later than she. She kicked off her heels next to the sofa, and poured herself a glass of light white wine. She was standing at the kitchen island, rifling through the mail when he came through the front door.
It had been a rather frustrating day at work for him. Managing his team on a complex new project, with a couple of key players who seemed to be underperforming. He could feel the tension in his shoulders as he turned the key. He was looking forward to a nice dinner with his girl. And then some hard, raw fucking until he couldn't cum any more.
He saw her there in the kitchen, his sex kitten, his slutty angel. God he loved that fucking body of hers. So succulent. She was short and curvy, with enough meat on her to hold on to, when he was pounding her senseless. She could wiggle that ass & his cock would stand at attention every fucking time.
Tonight she was dressed in a short black pencil skirt, and a soft ivory cowl neck silk blouse. Classy. Her long dark hair was curled just enough, and her makeup was beautiful, even at the end of the work day. He loved seeing her this way. But more so, he loved seeing her ruined for him. Utterly, completely ruined. Mascara dripping down her face, as she choked on his thick cock; lipstick smeared when he rubbed his dick over her closed lips until his precum coated them. He knew that drove her crazy.
She loved to taste his precum, to lap at it with her kitten tongue. Often he refused her, and instead teased her while she whimpered, that silky slick substance just beyond her reach. He could see in her face how hungry she became. Right now though, it was he who was hungry.
"Hello my dear," he said, as he strode purposefully toward her, and scooped her into his arms. She smiled and giggled a little as he kissed her deep and long. That tongue of his. It made her head feel light and her knees go weak.
As he kissed her, he reached down & pulled up the hem of her skirt with both hands, cupping her ample ass cheeks with both hands. He was wasting no time. Then, suddenly, he stopped. Stopped kissing, stopped touching, and pulled back with a frown.
"What's wrong Sir? You don't like them?" She was speaking about her new lacy panties that she had bought. They made her feel pretty & sexy, and she thought they made her ass look pretty good too.
"What have I told you about wearing panties?"
"That you want me naked & ready for you when we're together."
"Are we together?"
"Yes Sir, but I wasn't expecting you home this early. I hadn't gotten ready yet for dinner!" She cocked her hip to one side & put on a pouty face. 'Damn she was cute'' he thought. But it wasn't working. He had her.
"Bend over the couch." He commanded evenly.
"But Sir, I wasn't disobeying, I-"she pleaded.
He raised an eyebrow. "Do you want a harsher punishment for sass?"
She dropped her head and mumbled "No Sir."
"Good Girl. Now go get me a paddle, and bend over the couch." She walked slowly into their bedroom & selected a leather paddle from the drawer. She knew since he was letting her choose, she wasn't in big trouble. Still, she knew she would be squirming on her stinging derrière at dinner. She brought the paddle to him, presented it to him in both hands, with her head down, and when he took it from her, she walked wordlessly toward the couch.
The couch was the centerpiece to many of their sexual forays. It was sturdy, well built,a smooth, red Italian leather piece of craftsmanship.. When she was bent over the back of it, she had to stand on her toes, but it was the perfect height for him to access her holes and fuck her mercilessly. When he had her bent over that way, he would push her body down, her back stretched long before him. She looked exquisite. Perhaps later he would take her that way. As it were, they had dinner reservations, and he had a naughty idea to tease his little wanton slut throughout the meal.
He pulled her skirt roughly up around her waist, to expose her ivory lace panties. "Mmmmmm. Those are pretty baby. It's a shame you broke the rules & don't get to keep them. Maybe after you've learned your lesson you can have more. But tonight you need a reminder of who owns this." He slowly slipped his hand beneath her panties, careful not to touch her clit directly, but finding her slit already soaked. His little whore let out a soft gasp. He smiled.
He thrust two fingers deep inside, hard, as her eyes got wide and she sucked in her breath. "Who owns this, slut?"
"You do, Sir," she breathed, melting into him.
"What was that? I couldn't hear you?" He twisted his fingers. Pushed in a third, started pushing up into her with need and heat.
"You do Sir! It's your cunt Sir! I'm yours!" She was holding onto him harder, standing on her toes, trying to accommodate his upward thrusts, gasping at the glorious invasion, when suddenly, dizzyingly, he pulled his fingers from her, leaving her longing. Her face fell. That was part of her punishment. Fuck. She hated when he left her hungry cunt empty & desperate to be filled.
"Bend over." She bent over the back of the couch and gripped the front, knowing her punishment was next.
Cunt dripping, black skirt around her waist, ivory lacy panties framing her beautiful ass, bent over that red leather couch, she was sex on a stick if you asked him. He was rock hard, straining at his trousers. She heard the whoosh of air before the slap of black leather on her white lobe of flesh.
Fuckkkk! That hurt!! She white knuckle gripped the bottom of the couch as she counted out loud, "One Sir!" Her ass was stinging. She knew he was just warming up. He knew just how to spank her. How to make her nerves pop and spark and ignite. WHACK!! "Two Sir!" WHACK!! "Three Sir!" She was panting now. He wasn't spanking her hard, but hard enough to sting. And certainly hard enough to make her pussy even hotter and wetter.
