His

Del 1

I am in the living room. Seated on top of a black leather couch with three seats. I am in the middle. With my leg over the other. Covering my white high-waisted panties with a lace print. My laptop in my lap. Pressing close to the T-shirt covering me, his T-shirt. Falling right over my chest as he can see the fabric move gentle as I breathe. My glasses softly fall on to my face. My hair up high in a messy bun. I am biting my lip as I intensely stare at the laptop, caring out my errands. I am too focused to see him standing in the hallway. Leaning against the wooden opening to the living room. He comes closer. As he nears, he asks what is drawing my attention. I look up, blushing as I see him naked before me, his manhood semi hard. I freeze for a moment feeling my body respond to the view. My stomach tickling and my opening clenching. My eyes move upwards as they lock with his. Trying to not look down and speak. I mange to tell him I am about to book my ticket back home.

"Oh? I thought I made it pretty clear you were mine."

My eyes piercing into his as I swallow.

"As such, you will remain by my side. Or do I need to remind you what it feels like to be mine?"

His eyes being to darken as he utters his words. I inhale a deep breath through my nose. My body recalls perfectly fine how it feels to be his. My stomach tightens at the very thought and I can feel myself getting wetter as I close my hand into a fist. Never moving my eyes away from him. I try to say something but I can only seem to studder.. I...I ..I. Words failing me. He takes the laptop and place it elsewhere.

"Now, shall I spank your ass black and blue or should I fuck you til you pass out."

My eyes flutter as his every word cuts deeper and deeper into me, making my breathing harder and my naughty bits pulsate. I want to say both but I don't want to come off as greedy. Instead as I am about to make a snarky comment. He puts me back in my place.

"Trust me, I can make it bruise."

My eyes widen and my mouth closes into a straight line. His hands touch against my skin. Gripping me at my hips. He seats himself beside me. Flipping me down on my stomach over his lap. The T-shirt has gone up a bit and the hair on his legs tickle my stomach, making me giggle. My legs closed together, he takes my arms securing them above my head. I turn to face him, while his hand caresses my ass.

"Mmm"

Is all I hear as I see his eyes glued to my bum. Perked up from laying over him. I can't help but giggle again. He is fully eract now and pressing against me. I quiver a bit in anticipation. I want to beg but seem to have lost my ability to speak. My hips begin to move more and push against him. He chuckles.

"You want to be abused, don’t you."

Even though I dislike that word it sound nice rolling off his lips. Biting my lip I nod as I look at him. `Oh dear god please spank me is screaming inside my head.` Coming from him, I want anything he'll give me. His hand lifts off my ass, right after he gives it a good squeeze. Giggling his hand smacks my butt cheek, sending tingles straight through me. He repeats. His touch is firm, making my bottom wiggle. But he isn't being too rough. He is going easy on me. I lift my bum up against him. Enticing him that I want more. I can feel myself cleanching, my body craves more and I need it. He smacks me harder and I can feel my check begin to burn. So he goes again. I squil and I feel him twitching in response beneathe me. His twitching responds sending tingles to me.
`Mm yes, he is enjoying it. Knowing it pleases him makes me wetter.` His touch becomes harder and harder with each strike. Squealing, I cross my arms together. Burrying my face in my arms. Feeling my bum bubble against his hand. It stings. He stops and caress my bum. His hand feels good soothing my bottom. I feel my body begin to relax as it is over. It stings as I feel his body pressing against me. It hurts but it makes me giggle. He's reaching over me and I look to see what he is reaching for. `Perhaps lotion or oil to soothe my bum?`
He grabs something from the coffee table and I look at him with a puzzled look. He grins as I see him grab the metal serving decore left from the guest we had earlier this week. It is square shaped with a small thin handle. My eyes shoot open as the cold metal hits against me. I wiggle to get away but he hold me tight.

"You're not going anywhere missy, I will make you bruise."

Fear filling my eyes he hits again. Then again. Every last nerve in me tenses up. I turn to burry my head in my arms. Closing my fists hard. My short nails digging into my palm and the metal hitting me again. I tense even futher. Shivering beneath him as his forearm holds me down, right where my back arches. Screaming I bite into my own arm. He hits again. Tears being to fall and he continues. After a while the metal stops being cold and I can feel its heat. Each stroke leaving a lasting sting. Tracing marks along my bottom. Until finally he stops. I release the breath I was holding. His fully body presses down against me as he kiss my bum. Even the light touch of his lips burn. I turn to him with streams of tears flowing down my face, saddened. My thoughts scrambled, `am I being punished? For what? Why?` His hand slowly falls from my bum to between my lips. My eyes open once more and I feel it. I am drenched.

"I know it hurts little one, but you can not deny that your body enjoys it."

My lips part slowly as I am confused by myself. His fingers begin to slowly rub my opening. It responds to his touch. Pulsating, opening itself to him. It feels as if a match is being lit, earming my whole body. The only way to let myself breathe again is to moan.
My thoughts and worries disappear for a momment and I crave release. His fingers disappear from my opening and I whimper. I can't help but give him a puppy look. `please don't stop.`
His hand travel up and swiftly removes my panties as the fabric and his touch burns against my skin. I hadn't realised I was wearing any. He pulls himself from out under me, pulling my bum up in the air. With my head still down on the couch. As he positions my body as he desires.

I can feel the leather where he was seated. It's warm. As to where my face touches it cold. One of my breast slips under the T-shirt. Harding against the cold. His hardness against my sex and his hair tickling me. `yes, this is it. He's going to take me.` I arch my back, pulsating and releasing heavy breaths. But he doesn't go inside me. He's hands gripping my bottom. The bruning sensation courses through my body. His firm hands travel to my sides as he push me against himself. Feeling my bottom against him. It hurts. But the feeling of his swollen... sends pleasurable feelings throughout me. He begins to get rougher. Growling he thrusts himself against me, hard. Pushing me even harder towards him. It burns beyond belief and tears being to fall again. But it feels like he is inside me, like he is deep inside me. I am so close but yet so far away. It feels so real like he is actually giving it to me. My juices are flowing and I desire nothing more than sweet sweet release. I want to cum. Everything inside me wants the sweet pain combined with the pleasure. His pleasure. It hurts, my bum is burning and my breathing is out of control. I am moaning. As I feel him hit against me, I crave more. My moans turn into cries, my body beings to sweat and I can feel my juices dripping down my thighs. His rough hands holding me tightly. His whole body pushing against me. Every nerve on my bruised bum crying for it to end. I can feel every strand of hair on my body as I tense up. I cry out as I am about to cum. Suddenly I feel myself falling onto the couch. `Nooooo.`

He stopped. He kiss my forehead and I see his glistiering manhood close to me. My mouth instantly waters as I want to lick every drop of myself off him. He turns and walks away. `Come back.` Disappearing in the hallway. Leaving me abused, tortured, horny and craving more. I start to steady my breathing. Feeling my harden tits against his T-shirt. My body longing for his return. My sex desiring him inside me. I want the pleasure he gives. Left with the feel and the thoughts of what could have been.

Fortsättning:

Del 1 (18 sep 2020)
Del 2: After His (18 sep 2020)

Tillagd 18 sep 2020 Noveller

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