All sexual acts herein are between people 18 years of age, or older.
Chapter 8
Fucking Winnie and Later the Same Night--Nikita
The following evening, Donnie picked Winnie up at her front door and took her out to dinner at one of Athens finest restaurants. Afterward, he drove straight to his home. During the ride, Winnie allowed her hand to stray to his crotch.
"You've got an iron bar there. Is that for me?"
"In all likelihood," he replied, keeping his eyes on the road as it was still rush hour and traffic was heavy.
"I could suck you a little, if you want," she cooed, flirtatiously.
When Donnie failed to answer her, she repeated the question and went so far as to reach for the zipper to his fly.
"Stop it!" he said. "When we get to my place I'll probably fuck you senseless. But for the moment, let me drive."
Winnie's breathing intensified, her cunt clenched and inadvertently her fingers tightened on the bulge in Donnie's trousers.
"I---I've brought some of the outfits you bought yesterday. If you want I could ... you know, put on a kind of fashion show."
It was as if he hadn't heard a word she'd said, for he replied: "At the house you're going to get naked and spread your legs for me and I'm going to pound into your cunt with your tits gripped tightly in each fist."
Oh my, Winnie thought, and sucked in a breath, for he was still talking to her.
"Then I'm going to cum all over you. After that I'm going to pull out my phone and take some pics of those big milky tits covered in ropes of cum."
"Oh, God!"
"Is your cunt vibrating?"
"It's convulsing ... yes!"
They were silent the rest of the way, and on reaching Donnie's house, he pinned her to the passenger side of his Camaro and pressed in against her. Winnie felt the scrape of his teeth on her neck. She was also well aware of the hard ridge of his cock against her lower back. They were both panting. Then his lips moved up her neck and towards her ear. "When I open this door, head right for the bedroom at the back of the house. Get naked and spread yourself wide open on that bed. I want to see your cunt displayed to me."
The door had not quite closed and her dress was over her head and tossed on the floor as she hurried toward the bedroom.
Winnie didn't bother unhooking the bra, but just pulled it over her head and tossed it aside as well. She was about to toe her way out of her shoes when he told her to leave them on. Then it occurred to her that she might mess up his sheets with her bodily fluids and so wearing nothing but her new 4 inch strappy heels, she tottered into the bathroom to snag a towel.
"I want you to understand something," Donnie said with a serious expression. Winnie giggled and said, "Yes, Master."
"You are mine." Donnie responded so quickly they were both surprised. He wasn't sure as to just why he'd uttered those particular words. He had been thinking about how certain words or the manner in which certain phrases excite a woman. For example, telling a woman what one is going to do to her is almost a sure way of stoking her desire.
She gnawed on her bottom lip, listening to the soothing music playing on Donnie's stereo, but only hearing the thumping of her heart.
Winnie's mouth was dry, her breath ragged. Already moist from anticipation of what was yet to come, the ache for him to penetrate her was becoming unbearable. Her hips rocked instinctively, slowly gyrating as her mind continued to race, trying to imagine the forbidden pleasures that awaited her.
Yes, I am his, she told herself, and willed her body to settle down, but the reality was her body was in no mood for listening.
She struggled not to squirm, she knew without words that he wanted her to remain still and quiet, until he told her otherwise.
She heard him take a deep breath, and exhale with a deep satisfied growl. For a moment she felt embarrassed when she realized that her musky scent was permeating the room, evidence of her arousal filling his lungs.
He tugged on her hair, pulling her head back to him, and so he tested his theory, saying: "I'm going to spank you before I fuck you."
When he saw the way her eyes lit up at his words, he was inspired and went further, probably further than he should have, but he did. "I am going to spank your breasts with this," he said holding his throbbing erection inches from her nose.
"Will you pull my hair too?"
"WHAT?"
"Pull my hair ... please, Master"
Donnie ignored that for a moment and studied her as she went through a series of seductive, or so she thought moves. Through half-lidded eyes he saw the sultry expression form on her face; then watched as she parted her lips then wet them with her shimmering pink tongue. She winked at him, and then raised her right leg in the air and slowly ran her hands along the length of it, then repeated it again, which he was certain was for his benefit. He calmly stroked his erection while watching what had to be a well practiced performance. But who had she practiced this for? He made a mental note to ask about that when the time seemed right.
He noticed Winnie's breathing had grown quicker as she lowered her leg to the bed and lewdly lay back against the fluffy pillows before pulling both legs into a V, totally exposing her puffed up red pussy to him.
"That was nice, very nice, Winnie."
"Thank you master," she coyly replied.
"Now turn around."
He detected a slight pout, but she responded quickly, lowering her legs and spinning gracefully onto her knees so that she now faced the headboard of the bed.
He took a step forward to close the space between them and reached out and yanked on her hair hard enough to cause Winnie to involuntary shriek.
He decided he hadn't pulled hard enough and yanked even harder.
"Ouch!" Winnie cried out, but continued facing away from him.
"Who said you could talk?" I said softly.
"No one, master."
"Turn your head toward me."
When she did, Donnie slapped her across the face.
Winnie accepted it without making a sound.
"Much better, Winnie."
Thank you ... Master."
"I want an honest answer to my next questions, Winnie. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Master."
"How long have you been into bondage?"
"It ... it's hard to say. I've been practicing one form or another of it most of my life."
"Explain yourself!"
"My father spanked me for any infraction for as long as I can remember. In fact, he still does ... when I'm home. I ... I try not to go home as much anymore."
"Just because of the spankings?"
"No, not so much. It's ... the last couple times he fingered me and made me suck him. It didn't seem right, him being my father and all. So I left home and only return for Christmas when the whole family is there."
This was invaluable information to Donnie as he had been rereading DeSade's masterpiece, Justine, and now had an opportunity to practice some of DeSade's methods acts with a willing participant.
Donnie ran a hand over her breast and felt her shudder. He squeezed the center, avoiding the nipple itself. Winnie bit her lip and moaned. Donnie could have sworn a wave of excitement ran through her body.
"Winnie, what are you thinking about right now?"
"I ... I'm very excited. Very wet, but you can probably see that."
"I can," and waited for her to continue.
"I'm wondering if you're going to spank me, or fuck me, or maybe both."
His free hand curled around her neck causing her to stiffen that much more. But when his fingers gently massaged her flesh, lingering on her neck then slowly moved to her shoulder. She closed her eyes as the realization hit her that she was right to place her trust in him, he would not hurt her, not really.
His hand continued down her back, taking in every inch of her tingling flesh. Her eyes closed as she lost herself in his comforting hand. She could feel the juices escaping her pussy; her hips wriggled involuntarily, innocently seeking some form of relief. She bit her bottom lip, hoping the movement went unnoticed. When she heard a soft chuckle, she knew it had not. She tensed yet again, waiting for the sting that she was sure would follow- but it didn't.
Surprisingly, she felt a void. That void gradually became a strong yearning. She felt sure that a hard swat on her backside would satisfy the aching need.
She heard him utter a long slow moan, she could only interpret as satisfaction, and it made her smile, knowing he appreciated her shape. Her eyes closed again, this time anticipating where his hand would roam next, where he would tease her with a simple touch. Once again he tugged on her hair, bringing her out of her reverie. It was almost that he could sense exactly when she was losing herself, and he was determined to keep her right on the edge, mentally grasping at every motion, every touch.
"Lift your head, Winnie, and look straight ahead. Don't move. Next time you may not be so lucky." He whispered lovingly.
