There. He strokes between my legs. A shiver races up and down my spine.
"You're awful wet for a little girl who's about to get spanked."
My pussy clenches. Yes, please.
"I need to spank you, do you know why, sweet angel?"
"Why?" My voice wobbles.
"To get your ass all warm and ready for your marking."
I lift my head, slightly confused. "You're going to mark my ass?"
"Yep. I've spent many hours trying to figure out where and how to mark a human. I can't hit a vein and I don't want to leave a scar others would see. And I know how much skin you show when you perform. That doesn't leave me many options. It came down to breasts or ass. You know I'm an ass man. I love this juicy ass." He squeezes my cheek roughly and I roll my hips.
"So I'm going to warm that perfect ass with my belt. Then I'm going to fuck you long and hard. You're going to wait to orgasm until I give you permission. Understand?"
"Yes, daddy."
He growls his approval. "If it's too much, baby, just say stop. I'll never take you somewhere you don't want to go. Okay?"
I wiggle my butt. "Stop talking and start spanking."
"Mouthy." He winds the buckle end of the belt around his fist until the length shortens to about a foot and a half. "Just for that, I'm going to whip your pussy, too."
I shriek and try to move my legs together, but I can't. He's tied them wide open. I pull and tug on all my bonds, loving feeling captured by him. At his disposal.
He slaps my ass lightly with the leather-more like a kiss than a real stroke. He continues, his strokes gradually getting harder, delivering a sting that makes me clench my cheeks and jump.
It's still not pain-just delicious sensation. He starts to pick up speed, slapping the underside of my buttocks, the backs of my legs. I hump the pillow, growing frenzied with need.
"This ass belongs to me now," he says. "I hope you understand that. I'm the guy who gets to spank it. Fuck it. Spank it again. I'm the guy who's going to punish you, night after night, just for having an ass this juicy."
I moan.
"I'm the only guy who's going to make you scream. Who gets the pleasure of watching you reach orgasm. Over and over again, if I decide."
I rub my bare breasts over the bedspread, grind my clit down into the pillow. I need relief. Now. "Please, Jared," I whimper.
"Not until I say, baby." The warning is firm and I love when he plays stern with me.
He stops to shuck his jeans and boxers. I'm certain he's going to claim me now, but instead he straddles my waist, facing my ass. He palms my cheeks roughly and spreads them wide. "There's that tight little hole that makes me crazy. I'm not going to take you there tonight, baby, but you're going to get that ass fucked often. Every time I see those hips swaying. Those thighs that just beg me to part them and bury my tongue in your sweet spot." He rubs said sweet spot and I buck beneath him. "But I believe I promised you a pussy whipping."
"Oh," I moan, not sure how I feel about a real pussy whipping. With a belt.
But of course Jared knows how to do it. He taps the flat of the leather between my legs, then swings lightly.
It's delicious.
"More."
"Greedy girl." He whips me again. And again.
I moan and wiggle, rolling my hips, trying to get satisfaction. He stops and rubs my slit with his fingers. "I'll bet you're hungry for my cock."
"Yes, daddy."
"Good girl. I love it when you call me daddy." He changes position and I hear the snap of the foil packet telling me he's putting on a condom. Then he's there, between my legs. Right where I've needed him since the moment we got to my place.
He teases me, rubbing the head in my juices but not entering.
"Please."
He groans and eases in. "Baby, I'm not gonna be gentle. I've been trying to reconcile myself with never getting to claim you again, and now that I have you under me-" He withdraws and slams in. If I weren't tied snugly to the bed, I would've gone flying forward.
It's a wonderful sensation of support-like my bonds are in place to make this more pleasurable for me, rather than to keep me captive.
Jared plants his fists beside me on the bed and pummels my ass with his loins. Every stroke evokes more satisfaction than the next until I'm a moaning, desperate woman. Harder, faster he pumps. My natural juices make me so slick that he glides in with ease even though it's rough and demanding.
I claw the bedspread, certain I can't wait another second.
Jared plunges deep and roars. "Now, angel!"
My body responds before my brain has even processed the command. As my pussy squeezes his cock in quick pulses, pleasure radiates through my entire body. Jared pulls out before I'm ready, but then his fingers replace his cock and his teeth sink into the meat of my left buttcheek.
I bite the bedspread to keep from crying out. I won't lie-it stings. But the finger-fucking and my finishing orgasm gives it a sexual edge that makes it register as erotic titillation rather than pain.
He unclamps his hold on me and eases off, licking the wounds.
My pussy clenches around his fingers with the last of my orgasm.
Jared kisses up my back to my neck. "Are you okay, baby?"
"Yes. Totally." I don't want him to worry. "Am I yours now?"
"You're mine." There's a pride in his voice that makes my head swim with happy delirium. He works to untie the knots on my tights and free me and then I'm cradled in his lap, a cool washcloth held against my wounds.