He told her to get home, no stopping, no lingering; just come. The tone of his voice told her everything she needed to know, tonight they were going to play. Her pussy was already hot, aching, needy on the ride home. She tried to imagine what he had planned, half formed ideas flitted through her head, and her womb was heavy. She was ready to fuck.
The drive home was delicious torture. By the time she pulled in the driveway, her breasts were heaving with desire, and she knew her cunt was wet and ready. She put her car in park, turned off the engine, and sat a moment to collect herself. Her heart was fluttering around her chest with excitement, her palms felt clammy, and she felt nervous – anxious about what he would do to her.
For five full minutes, she sat, fantasizing, anticipating what was coming. Finally she got out, and made her way into the house. As soon as the door shut, she could feel him standing there, watching her. Her heart jumped into her throat, and she felt shy, nervous. Her nipples hardened into points and her pussy clenched as she realized that he was devouring her with his eyes. She felt like his prey, and excited and thrilled at the prospect of his devouring her.
His eyes were hard. His arms were crossed. She immediately cast her eyes down, knowing she was going to be punished. "You didn't come straight home." His voice stated matter of factly.
She flicked her eyes up to his, attempted a smile, as her heart galloped beneath her breast. "I did!"
Quick as a snake, he grabbed her and twisted her so her back was pressed up against him. His hot breath was right in her ear, and before she could gasp, he had twisted one of her nipples sharply. "Liar. You sat in your car, you didn't come right in." And just as quickly, he had pushed her away again.
"Take off your clothes." He said softly, dangerously.
Blood rushed to her cheeks, and gentle tremors went through her body. She wasted too much time being embarrassed, and his harsh voice broke her paralysis, "I said take off your clothes."
Slowly, with her eyes downcast, she pulled her shirt up, uncovering her belly. Her face burned as she felt his eyes assaulting her flesh. She pulled the shirt up and off, and let it fall beside her. Her hands reached up behind her back, and unclasped her bra. It sprang loose, and the straps fell off her shoulders, the cups barely hanging off her tits. Her hands came around, gently cupping herself, rolling her nipples just slightly.
His voice was like a whip, making her jump, her cunt squeezing in anticipation, her heart speeding up. "Stop touching yourself slut, keep going. Take it off."
She pulled the bra off herself, feeling the cool air against her naked flesh. Her breathing was coming shorter and faster, and she felt her face on fire with her blush.
"Look at me." He commanded.
She raised her eyes up to his, finding him staring at her, declaring his ownership and rights over her. A smirk played at his lips when he saw her freeze in his gaze. She almost moaned. With a challenging look at her, he began to slowly move his eyes across her body. She knew he wanted her to watch, to see him ravaging her with his eyes. Knowing that he was looking at her, that he wanted what he saw made her weak in the knees, this time she did moan aloud.
"I didn't say you could stop, if you stall one more time... you're going to regret it." His voice got lower, more dangerous, but she secretly was thrilled at the idea of stalling, even a few seconds, to see what he would do.
Three seconds, and finally her hands began to slowly push her shorts down over her hips, down her thighs, and then stepped out of them. Next, she reached for the waistband of her panties, and began to slowly push them down. She noticed the damp circle in them, and felt herself flush brighter.
"Are you already wet?" He asked, knowing she was, she could see him smirking as he watched her. "Bring me those panties."
She moved forward, her panties hanging from her hand. He took them from her, and still looking into her eyes, he brought them to his nose, and inhaled.
Air sucked in over her teeth as she gasped, a half sigh, half moan escaping and her cunt throbbing as she looked at him.
"Were you touching yourself?" He asked.
She shook her head, quick, incapable of lying to him.
"You were just excited about getting fucked, huh?" He pushed her away from him. "Turn around."
Her heart was thundering in her ears, her cunt a wet, throbbing hole, with an ache that only he knew how to soothe. She turned, feeling his eyes like hot lasers across her back, her ass, down her legs, marking every inch of her as his property.
"Come here." So quiet, so full of dark promises; the way he spoke to her pierced her to the core. She followed him into the bedroom, feeling the slippery hot way her pussy lips rubbed against each other.
He sat on the edge of the bed, and motioned for her to come to him.
She knew what he wanted, what was coming, and her body propelled itself forward. She knelt over his lap, feeling his dick pressing through his pants and into her belly. Her breathing was coming faster and faster, and she could feel the warmth coming off her cunt. One hand roughly ran across her back, down her ass, and cupped her; while the other snaked into her hair to pull her head back sharply. She groaned, unable to keep quiet.
"Why were you sitting in your car? Huh?" his hand tugged her head back, and he squeezed her ass with the other hand.
She moaned, pressing her ass into his hand.
With a harsh slap, his hand stung her.
She whined, whimpered, and jerked at the impact.
"Huh fuckslut? What were you doing?" His hand was caressing her, so gentle against her burning flesh. She moaned and writhed against his hand.
Again he smacked her, and she bit out a cry. "Oh, I was, I was thinking about you.." she trailed off, until he pulled her hair, jerking her head back farther, as his other hand ran lightly across her pussy. She moaned.
Another blow stung her, and his harsh voice rang in her ears, "Fucking answer me, slut. What were you thinking about out there?"
"Ohh.. shit, I, I was thinking about this... about you... punishing me..." she almost cried the words, and felt her pussy get wetter.
He rewarded her with another smack against her cunt. She cried out, and writhed against his hand as it soothed her with gentle touches.
"Fucking slut." He said, still gripping her hair and fondling her ass. "I think you deserve some punishment for being a slut." He dipped his finger into her soaking cunt, then withdrew it. "Look how wet you are, you like being punished by me, don't you?" He yanked her head back again, causing her to moan.
