"You're doing well, even though you are one bad girl," he half growled, caressing my bottom.
Even his fingers tingled my skin, hardening my nipples until they ached as much as my bruised bottom.
He smacked me again and again, the new set much harder than the one from before. I gasped, jerking up from the desk, wiggling my hips. The anguish was almost blinding even though I was wet and hot all over.
"Be careful, young lady," he whispered, using the tips of his fingers to push my back.
I flopped back into position, taking gasping deep breaths, my fingers now digging into the wood. When he issued six more in rapid succession, I let out an intense wail, so pitiful that I rolled my eyes. I'd been abducted at gunpoint and kept in a damn cage and I was whimpering like some schoolgirl.
Another four were a reminder that spankings hurt like a bitch. I didn't care what I'd endured before. This was... terrible. And humiliating. And painful. And delicious. I bit back a moan of another kind, ready to accept the remainder of my punishment.
When I felt the crush of his body over mine, the feel of his throbbing cock pressing into my well spanked bottom, the desire erupted into a firestorm. I was almost desperately hungry for him, the need overwhelming.
Lorenzo tossed the paddle and wrapped his hand around my hair, yanking it aside. He bent lower, nipping my earlobe before whispering, "Do you remember what I told you from the beginning?"
"Maybe," I purred.
He shifted until he was able to thrust several fingers into my pussy, thrusting in a manic fashion.
"Oh, God. Oh. Oh!" I was almost instantly brought to a climax, my muscle clamping around the thick invasion, trying desperately to draw his fingers deeper inside.
He continued his actions as he licked my ear, finally growling as he removed his fingers entirely. "I guess you need a reminder of your place, my sweet woman. I told you that while good girls get fucked in the pussy, bad girls get fucked in the ass."
The sound of his zipper was like music to my ears. I quivered as he moved his cockhead up and down the crack of my ass, teasing me as I'd done to him. "Oh, yes..." I breathed.
"Do you want this cock?"
"Yes, sir."
"Do you hunger for me to fuck you?" he asked, the velveteen smoothness to his tone giving me a warm rush.
"God, yes."
He pressed my legs open wide before plunging the entire length of his cock into my pussy, the force shoving me hard against the desk. The savage roar he issued was primal in nature, a true beast.
And I loved it.
But it didn't last long.
The moment he pulled out, I held my breath until he placed the tip of his cock into my puckered hole.
"I'm not going to be gentle, doll. I'm far too famished." His gruff voice floated into the air around us.
"Don't be."
A carnal laugh pushed past his lips as he gripped my hips, driving the entire length of his cock inside.
My breath was stolen, lights floating in front of my eyes. There was a flash of pain the second he shoved past the tight ring of muscle, a gasp escaping my lips. Then everything turned into an exquisite moment, the warmth of his body jetting into every cell. I was on fire, electrified from his touch alone.
"Fuck. So damn tight. So good." He pulled almost all the way out as he fisted my hair, taking deep breaths. When he thrust in again, the sound of his skin slapping against mine was incredible, so erotic in nature.
I pushed up from the desk, meeting every savage plunge with one of my own. Unable to focus, I concentrated on the friction, savoring the intense feel. I was in heaven, the man filling me. He was so large, forcing my muscles to expand.
He was like a wild man, plunging brutally, taking everything he wanted. I felt beads of his perspiration falling onto my back and shoulders and couldn't help but smile. I'd managed to get him worked up, crazed by his desire.
There was nothing more pleasurable than the feel of him inside of me. No man had ever filled me so completely, creating sheer moments of pure ecstasy. I could no longer breathe, my entire body tingling, and I could tell he was close to coming.
So close.
I bit back another series of cries and squeezed, smiling from the sharp cry he emitted.
"Fuck! God!" His entire body began to shake and he fell on top of me, gasping for breath as he erupted. I could swear I felt every drop of cum filling me. He slid his arms over mine, intertwining our fingers. "God, I love you."
"Mmmm... And I love you." The words were so easy to say, the meaning filling my heart. We remained entwined together for several minutes and when he eased away, I felt such a sense of emptiness.
And for some crazy reason, I felt lonely.
I'd always be forced to worry if he came home to me.
I'd never be able to feel completely safe.
As if sensing my discord, after zipping his jeans, he gathered me into his arms, not bothering to grab my clothes before taking me back into the living room. He placed me so gently on the couch, tugging the blanket over my naked body.
Then he simply disappeared.
I was taken aback, fearful that I'd done something wrong. I waited for a few minutes before getting ready to climb off the couch when he returned. In his hands was an open bottle of champagne and two crystal stems. For a man who told me up front he didn't have a romantic bone in his body, this moment was enchanting.
He poured the two glasses, putting the bottle on the table then handing me a glass.