spanking

I love the look in your eyes when I stand before you naked. Freshly shaven. Boots polished. Ring nestled in my hood. Eyes focused on your lips. You sit in a chair before me. Sleeves rolled up. Forearms flexing. Nails buffed. Jaw set. Gesturing for me to approach. Bending me over your lap, running your fingers along my spine. Taut. Your hand comes down swift. The other hand slips so easily between my legs. Thumb circling clit. I moan under the steady rhythm of your palm beating into my ass and thighs. Suddenly stopping. Your fingertips brush oh so sweetly over the raised welts and I push my cunt against your hand. You stop and tell me to stand. To face away. Teasing me. Telling me what you would've done had I been well behaved and hadn’t tried to take more than you were ready to offer. You watch my breath quicken and tell me to bend over the chair. To spread my cunt open for you to see. I struggle, my lips slick. I don't hear you getting closer. I don't hear your hand. Sliding up. And down. Your cock. You're pleased and you smile. Watching me struggle. The tip of your cock presses against my cunt and I know you will fill me completely. Easing inch by tender inch. Always amazed by how much I want. But it’s been a long time and this sassy little femme is tired. of tender. touches. I know your awe has made you putty in my hands. Slowly my fingers wrap around the seat of the chair to brace while you’re inching your cock back out of my cunt. My hips snap hard. Back. Enveloping your cock. Knocking you off balance. The sweet sweet sound you make. Grasping my hips you regain your balance and brace. There is no more waiting. There is no more tenderness. My hips pound into your cock harder and harder and harder. Your breath quickens as your muscles clench, but you’re not coming yet little darlin. Slamming down on your cock, you lose grip and I push you onto the floor. Winded. Flush. Hard. Begging. Standing over you, straddling your body, I kick your arms above your head. Keep them there. No touching. Dropping to a push up and grasping the corner of your shirt with my teeth, I rip it open, buttons popping. I pull my knife out of my boot. Flicking it open I run my tongue along it’s spine, tasting the tart metal, trailing it’s tip down my throat and over my nipple. My eyebrow slightly raised. Yes. Please. Oh. How you love. This knife. Deep breaths, waiting, muscles flexing beneath me. I slip the tip of the knife under your tank and carefully slide it down the middle of your chest. A faint red line surfacing in it’s wake. Goosebumps form as you shiver. Cloth falling away as your skin breathes and the cool air flows over you. In the same way, I remove every thread from your body leaving you bare beneath me, ready with my oh so favorite cock. Vulnerable. I flick the knife to the side. My thighs damp, I tease the tip of your cock.  Nestling it inside me. Do you want it? Tell me. How much. How hard. How fast. You can only submit for so long. Hands grasping my hips you rise swift and hard to reach me. My turn to lose balance. I topple forward, our faces inches apart and a devious smile curls up at the corner of your mouth as you demonstrate. How much. How hard. How fast. My teeth cut into my lip. My curls fall around your face. I can’t breathe. I can’t breathe. I. can’t. breathe. I sink into your thrusts and bite your nipple, spurring you to fuck me harder. Oh. Sweet. Fuck. Me. My breath comes back in a loud scream and I thrash, rolling you on top of me. Placing my feet on your hips I shove you off, so your nimble hand and deft tongue can take the place of your cock. One. Two. Breaths. Whisper. Don’t stop. Don’t stop. Don’t. stop. Body trembling, face damp, hair scattered, bodies bruised. You climb back along side and gently lay my head to rest on your trembling arm. I lay limp as you trace your fingers so sweetly. Over my eyes Along my cheek Over my belly Coming to rest on my hip.