Sinful desires{steamiest short stories}

He sighed while watching me, and lifted his hips off the cushion. I dropped to my knees to help him out of his pants. As I pulled them down his thighs and he stepped out of them, he looked at me with the same knowing expression from the concert.

“Suck my cock, you little thief.”

God, I was wet. Everywhere. My pussy was hot and slick, and my mouth was watering. I dove onto his cock and he grabbed my head, pushing it down, and thrusting his hips up into my face. He pushed me back and knelt on the floor.

I was on my hands and knees in front of him, sucking him and arching my back, forcing my ass high in the air. He let his hands roam from my hips to my head, burying himself in my throat, my nose even with his pubis.

I could feel his cock past my gag reflex, and silently congratulated myself for all that deep-throating practice I’d done in college. I swallowed around his dick, the muscles of my throat closing even more tightly around him.

His knees were wide apart, and I felt his hands on me, back, steadying his long frame. His body loomed over me and I felt tiny. How much did I want him to continue spanking me? So much.

A hand moved to my ass andi flinched-tensed-thinking that he was about to smack me hard. I winced around his cock with anticipation, which I hoped sounded to Nick like fear. I hoped he thought I was afraid he might hit me again. His cock responded, jumping in my mouth. I kept sucking, back into my rhythm, and waited.

His spanks came fast and hard then, first one side and then the other, peppered with words like “slut” and “thief” and “bitch.” I moaned around his cock and writhed with pleasure when he spanked me, the experience overwhelming my senses, my brain only registering thrill and pleasure when he struck me and called me names.

“You’re a dirty little thief, aren’t you?”

“Mmmmmmmmm…”

“You like stealing things? This is what happens to girls who steal,” he said, as a hand drew back and struck not my ass, but between my legs, sending needles of pain and searing light into my eyes.

I whimpered around his cock, which was so damn hard, so big in my mouth, and I pulled off, wrapping my hand around the shaft and holding firmly. “Please,” I moaned, “please fuck me.”

He laughed. “Colette’s such a slut. First she steals from me and then she begs me to fuck her wet pussy. I could drag you downstairs to the police right now and tell them you stole from me, but you’re lucky you’re so hot. I’d much rather punish you myself and then fuck you senseless.” He stood up and walked to the corner.

I watched on my knees as he pulled a switch from an arrangement in a tall vase on the floor before ordering me, “Come here.”

I hesitated. His hands were one thing, but this? This might be taking things too far. I might not be ready for this. He stood, waiting, looking at me expectantly and almost kindly. I gathered myself, stood, and walked over.

Nick set the switch on the back of the couch and put his arms around me. I was breathing shallowly, nervously. He kissed me. “I’m proud of you, Colette. You’re very brave to be doing this, and I’m going to take care of you. I want you to stand and face the wall for your punishment.”Owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

The way he spoke made me trust him. He continued. “It will only last a little while, I promise. Then I’ll fuck you like you want me to. You really are a good girl; you just need to be taught a lesson.”

My pussy was swollen, my clit aching for more slaps and damn, I wanted to have him inside me. I was enjoying this game, enjoying not being the one in control of the situation.

I nodded to him and walked to the wall, placing my hands above my head and spreading my legs. I took a breath and felt him move into position behind me.

“Stand still,” he said. “If you move or try to get away, your punishment will be longer.”

I felt the smooth, lightweight wood sliding up my leg and back down again. The hairs on my neck and arms stood on end. I trembled. I thought about bolting, grabbing my jeans and running downstairs. I thought of calling Tricia, at the very least, but I wanted to see where this would go.

I barely noticed the tapping on my right cheek; quick, light tzt-tzt-tzts that became faster and covered a wider area. It didn’t hurt. My ass was so hot from his slaps and my pussy was throbbing. I shivered, raising my shoulders and dropping my head back. I wanted to look at him, but I didn’t.

There was a quick whoosh, and I heard the switch make contact with my skin. I gasped in surprise, expecting pain. There wasn’t any initially. A second later I howled when it registered. Before I could catch my breath another swing came, and another.

I felt like I was choking on my tongue. His hand touched my raw skin and pressed. He leaned into my ear and whispered, “Breathe.”

I closed my eyes and swallowed, then slowed my breaths like we do in yoga class. My face was hot and I let my head fall forward between my arms. He readied himself again. I was prepared. I raised myself onto my toes and pushed my ass back. I knew what was coming: the other cheek.

Three strikes on the second side and I gasped with each, smiling as the pain became something better.

I heard the switch fall to the floor and Nick swallowed, catching his breath. “Turn around, Colette.” (Did he say “Turn around,” or “Don’t turn around?” My head was swimming, and I wasn’t altogether certain.) I looked over my shoulder and saw him standing a few feet from me.