Bedroom Closet

I like to play, I like a nice spanking, I will admit though it’s not the pain that appeals, it’s the attention. It’s the fact that Simon wants to do this. Its the submission, the bending to his will that appeals to me. I love when he is forceful because it makes me feel desired, it makes me feel feminine. It’s the rush that gets to me.

Stopped on the corner he grabs my hair, pulling my head back slightly, he lightly bites my neck. We had intended on a walk but he had other ideas. We got home and settled. I left the bedroom and when I came back he was already naked, waiting for me. Smiling I crawl down to be next to him and he pushes my head towards his cock, having me suck him, feeling him grow in my mouth. He is in a forceful mood.

He guides me by pulling my hair, back up so that he can play with my breasts which were teasing him all through dinner. My head is pulled back, my chin lifted as he pulls off my pants and raises my shirt. Licks and nibbles cover me, a small bite on my thigh sends waves of excitement through my body, before he enters me thrusting deep inside. My arms are raised, above my head, thrown back each time I try to move them; my neck is kept exposed by his hand continues to hold my hair. He fucks me hard, holding me firmly until he decides that he wants me on top.

Simon pulls me on on top of him, sliding my wet pussy around his cock. He pulls off my shirt and pulls my nipple into his mouth. He sucks hard as I ride him, working myself closer and closer to cumming. Simon reaches up and he has the crop. Small smacks pepper my ass and thighs. He slaps hard sometimes, light with others, each one stinging and making me ride harder. I feel that sting in a different way suddenly and as I get closer and closer the pain and pleasure start to meld and I am cumming. I moan loudly, breathing hard, feeling the sting of the crop and the pounding pleasure of my orgasm at the same time.

I roll off of him and he lets me catch my breath. I’m settled slightly when he pulls me down again, cock in my mouth I suck him briefly and then he holds me. My face pressed right above his hard cock I see his hand stroking. He holds me close keeping me from moving as he cums, erupting over my face and into my hair.

My orgasm still running through me I am wrapped around him. I love the feeling of his hot cum on my face. I lick the drops that fell to his belly, thoughts of cum and crops in my head.

Its the force, the strength that turns me on. Its the fact that he can and will do what ever he wishes to me that makes me wet. The hair pulling, the spankings, the crop, thats why when he pulls my hair I can feel my nipples harden.