We’re in my apartment, and I’m watching Callie take off her jacket and her shoes. If there’s one thing about her, when she thinks she’s right she’s stubborn as shit. What does she expect me to do, just let some guy move in on her? Hell no.

On the way up here on my motorcycle, with her arms wrapped around me, I was thinking about all the ways I could punish her. I’m still thinking about that now.

I’m standing in the doorway of my bedroom. My coat and my shirt are off. Callie is sitting on my sofa.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” she asks.

“Get up and get over here,” I say.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine. Just get over here.” 

I sense a mixture of fear and desire on her face as she gets close. I pin her to my bedroom door, and I watch how the small swell of her boobs rises up and down. I trace her lips with my fingers, and then I pull her blouse apart sending buttons flying. The way her pretty brown eyes lit up in surprise strains the bulge in my pants.

She’s wearing a lacy black bra. “Wait,” she says. “I got it from Victoria’s Secret. I don’t want you to rip it.”

“Get it off,” I say.

“Okay.” She takes it off and stares at me, naked from the waist up. She’s looking smaller now unlike when she’s telling me how to behave. If I could, I would have bent her over the bar and spanked her tiny perfect ass back there.

“Take off your pants,” I order.

Her briefly backing into the bedroom lets me know my tone is perfect. She pulls herself out of her tight jeans and stands only in her black lacy panties. Her brown eyes bore into mine.

Without warning, I grab her soft shoulders, spin her around and slam her into the door. 

I hear her gasp as her breasts hit the door. She’s not hurt. I would never hurt her. I only want to surprise her and show her who’s boss tonight. I slip my hands into her panties and shove them into her wet pussy ignoring her little cry. My fingers push in and out of her.

I grab a fist of her thick dark hair and lightly pull, forcing a shrill cry from her. I kiss down hard on her neck, hearing her throaty moan, and then I gently grab her by the throat. “Not so mouthy, now are you?” I growl beside her ear, feeling her shiver against me.

I shove my fingers further up her tight pussy and fuck her harder.

“Oh Korbin, please, yes, do it,” she moans. The way she says it makes me want to ride her harder, but I want to stay in charge.

I grip her throat tighter. “Don’t fucking tell me what to do,” I growl.

I press her clit and rub it fast in circles. She quakes and cries out as her orgasm hits her hard.

I lift her and throw her on the bed. Then I unzip and pull down my jeans and my underwear to free my aching cock. It throbs as I stare at her on the bed her hair all tumbled up.

“Don’t fuck me without a condom, Korbin,” she says.

“I know,” I say. “You just be quiet.”

I always keep condoms in my dresser drawer. I take one out, join her on the bed, and grab her hips.

She tries to grab my muscular arm, where my tattoo is drawn, but her grip slips as I flip her over. I put my hands in the band of her panties and rip them off.

She lets out a timid cry.

“I want your ass in the air,” I command.

Callie comes up on her knees and pushes her ass up. She looks so perfect like this. I pull the condom over my dick, aim it at her beautiful wet pussy, and slam in and out.

Callie cries out as my cock stretches her. I thrust into her fast and hard hearing her scream loud. I then snatch her hair, forcing her to arch her back and take me deeper.

I spank her ass hard. She gasps, but I can tell she doesn’t mind. Watching my red handprint disappear is oddly satisfying.

I pin her against me and thrust in faster, my arm wrapped around her tight. Her body is still at this point as her pussy chokes my cock. She’s gonna come again.

I pull out and leave her at my mercy.

“Oh, no, no, no,” she protests.

“You come when I say you can,” I growl, biting her earlobe.

“Yes sir,” she says quickly.

I smile. “Now that’s a good girl.”