Chapter Five
Before Liz could react, he pulled off her suit top and bra. She stood there, staring into those beautiful chocolate-colored eyes as he pulled down her skirt. “Step out of it, and take off the shoes.”
She did as he asked. “Now what?”
“Now what? I told you what.” He turned her around and bent her over at the waist, holding onto her with one strong arm while he swatted her ass cheeks, one after the other, very hard. It was quick, and she didn’t count, but he couldn’t have done more than three or four swats on each side. Yet at the same time, a rush of pure lust raced through her.
“Had enough, bad girl? Will you swallow all my jizz next time I tell you to?”
The teasing humor in his voice nearly made her come. “No.”
“What?”
“I mean no, I haven’t had enough.” No one had done anything even close to this with her. Liz wanted more. Much more.
He straightened her up and turned her to face him, doubt on his face. “Are you sure?”
“I’m sure.” Her voice came out in a breathy whisper, but that was because she could barely speak right now.
“I spank really, really hard, Liz.”
“Will you stop if I ask you to?”
“I’ll stop when I’m ready to, but I do promise not to break the skin. Your call.”
“You’re an all-or-nothing kind of guy, aren’t you?”
“When it comes to fucking and the kinky shit I love, yes. That’s what I am. So, again, your call. Do I spank you for real, or not?”
“You ever have anyone accuse of you going too far?”
“No.” He grinned and cupped her face again. Liz knew she’d just been nailed once more. Was he a fucking mind reader? “And you won’t, either, because you want this. It’s in your pretty eyes, and I can smell it on you.”
“You think I have pretty eyes?”
His hearty laugh sent a fresh gush of wetness to her pussy. “Don’t change the subject. Yes, I think you’re fucking gorgeous. Now give me your answer. Do I spank you for real, or not?”
Every deep, long-buried fantasy she’d ever had rose to the surface. This guy was unlike anyone she’d ever dated or fucked. Obviously, she’d been going out with the wrong men. Not that they were dating, but holy hell. This was more fun than she’d had on a dozen dates. This was more fun than she’d had with any man, especially in bed.
“Yes. Spank me, Rahab. I’ve been a very bad girl.”
He almost looked surprised for a second, not that she could blame him. She certainly didn’t look like someone who enjoyed kinky sex, and she knew that. The way she dressed, spoke, walked, and carried herself was part of the image connected to her profession.
He picked her up like she weighed no more than a piece of paper and carried her across the room.
“You’re so strong.”
“You’d better not be suggesting you’re heavy, or I’ll get out my paddle collection.”
“I am heavy. Let’s not pretend I’m not.”
When he placed her on her feet, they stood in front of a large armchair and ottoman. “You’re not heavy. Seriously. Stop that. Why do women do that?”
“Because society tells us that unless we’re paper thin, we’re not attractive.”
“Society is full of shit. You’re a lush, beautiful woman. Who the hell wants to fuck a rail? I love your big tits.” He grasped them so hard it hurt, but she didn’t care. Her focus was on his words. “And your ass is perfect for spanking.”
Releasing her breasts, he pulled her close and grabbed her ass, massaging the mounds of flesh in his strong hands. “I could spank and fuck this all day long and never get enough. So no more bullshit about you being fat, got it?”
“Yes, sir,” she whispered.
“Good. I hope you’re ready for this.” He sat down on the edge of the armchair and pulled her over his knee, holding her down with one arm across her lower back. After he pinned her legs down with his right thigh, she couldn’t move much more than her head.
“You ready? This is really going to hurt.”
“Yes,” she whispered.
But instead of swatting her right away, he caressed her ass cheeks, slipping his hand up and down the crack, and underneath to her wet pussy, until Liz was out of her mind with the need to come again.
“Yeah. We’re going to have fun tonight. After I finish spanking you, I’m going to fuck your hot pussy again, and then your sweet ass.”
“Yes. Please.”
He chuckled. “First things first, bad girl. When I tell you to swallow all my jizz, I mean every damn drop.”
Liz gasped as he smacked her ass cheeks, much harder than he had earlier. He alternated, and did it slowly, but it burned and stung like a motherfucker. She could hardly breathe, but at the same time, the most incredible rush of happiness coursed through her. Her pussy was so wet she could feel her juices leaking onto her upper thighs.
The more he spanked her, the more she wanted. Every few seconds he’d stop and slide a finger or two into her pussy, teasing her with an impending climax. After the third or fourth time, he also slipped a finger into her ass. Liz couldn’t take much more. She needed to fuck again, but he seemed in no hurry.
“You should see your ass. It’s all red and puffy. Exactly how a bad girl’s ass looks when she doesn’t follow directions.”
She didn’t answer him. She couldn’t. Breathing was difficult, let alone speaking. When he finally did stop, she simply lay there, draped across him, trying to catch her breath.
“Had enough?” His voice was rough and dark, as if he definitely was done.
“Yes. I’ll be good next time. Promise.”
“Sure you will.” He massaged her ass cheeks, which only increased the burning sensation. “Now I’m ready to fuck you again.” He helped her stand and then kissed her. A heart-stopping, deep, dirty, messy kiss that left her breathless and panting.
“Turn around and kneel on the ottoman. Rest your arms and chest on the chair seat, and lift that pretty red ass high in the air.”
Liz did as he asked, but peeked over her shoulder to watch him walk to the nightstand, open a drawer, and remove a large tube of lube, plus a box of condoms. When he walked back toward her, he was still dressed. That was sexier than both of them naked. She was his prisoner, here for one thing and one thing only.
Soft moans escaped her throat as he pushed his body up against her ass and reached underneath to grasp her breasts. “These are fucking perfect.” He hefted them in his hands, playing with her nipples until tiny jolts of electricity shot straight to her swollen clit. If he didn’t fuck her soon, she’d lose her damn mind. Her ass cheeks hurt more now than they had when he first stopped, but that only added to her desire to be taken, and taken hard.
When he moved one hand to her clit, she cried out as a mere soft touch sent tiny contractions fluttering inside her pussy. “You’re ready to come, aren’t you?”
“Yes!”
“Soon. Very soon.” He moved his hands and she listened to him unzip his jeans and put on a condom. Finally! “I’m going to fuck you raw, Liz.”
She cried out in pleasure as he shoved his dick into her pussy from behind. He pushed it all the way in, so far his balls touched her, and then pulled back out before plunging deep inside again.
“Yes. That’s it. Fuck, you have a tight pussy.”
“That’s what happens when you’re lucky to have sex once every few months.” As soon as the words were out of her mouth, she wished she could take them back, but all he did was chuckle.
“Well that sucks. Can’t let that happen again.”
A man like this to fuck regularly would keep her happy. And sore. And not wanting to do anything else. But what bliss that would be!
He sank his cock deep inside her, thrusting harder and faster every few moments. Her pussy was sore, but she didn’t care. She never wanted this to end. A weak climax began, which shocked her. She was usually lucky to have one, even with the vibrator, let alone more. He must have a magical dick.
When Liz laughed, he stopped. “I sure hope you’re not laughing at my fucking.”
“Oh God, no. I’m just so damn happy right now.” She was not about to tell him she had just dubbed him Magic Dick.
He pulled out, and in a few seconds, a warm, wet finger slid into her ass. “Goddamn, girl. Talk about tight. I hope you like anal.”
“As long as you use enough lube.”
“I’ll use the whole fucking tube if that’s what it takes.” He put more on his fingers and eased two in this time, gently stretching the walls. The sensation sent Liz right over the edge. She moaned loudly, and by the time he slipped his cock inside, there was no pain, only intense pleasure.
Rahab groaned loudly and reached underneath to play with her clit again. This time, she exploded in a crazy orgasm that had her moaning and crying out nonsense words. He fucked her asshole hard and rough, but she didn’t care. This was the most erotic, incredible fucking she’d ever had, and she did not want it to end.
When he lightly slapped her ass cheeks as he fucked her, the climax intensified again until Liz could barely breathe once more. She lost all sense of time and place. There was only Rahab’s dick in her ass, his grunting, and the waves of pleasure that went on and on.
A few quick thrusts after he cried out loudly and she knew he’d come. But he still fucked her slowly, milking every last drop. As he pulled out, he groaned loudly. She collapsed onto the ottoman and chair seat, her body soaked with sweat and trembling from the orgasm. Everything hurt, but it was a sweet pain that she longed to feel again.
“I need a shower.”
She rose up enough to watch him peel off his clothes, and then sat up as he revealed a hard, muscled body that was literally covered with ink. It was the sexiest thing she’d ever seen. He caught her checking him out and grinned. “Care to join me?”
As if she’d say “no” to that.