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.

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