Bedroom Closet

So as it turns out we didn’t need to be as quiet or slow as I’d thought and Ava han­dled stealth like a pro.  We came home late from our date but as we approached our apart­ment build­ing we made a detour to a base­ment level entrance that is never used this late.  I don’t remem­ber why we decided to head that way.

As soon as the door shut I was spun around and slammed hard against the wall.  I’m stronger than Ava but nine months of tot­ing our baby around com­bined with booze and sur­prise ren­dered me unable to react.  By the time I even reg­is­tered any­thing Ava was forcibly remov­ing my belt and bit­ing my neck; telling me what was going to hap­pen while squeez­ing my cock through my unzipped jeans.  My resis­tance melted as her grip tightened.

Whis­pered con­ver­sa­tion about need­ing just a lit­tle more pri­vacy led us to a stor­age locker hall­way around the cor­ner from where we were stand­ing; it’s secluded and locked and dark.  With my pants undone and falling down and my belt wrapped around Ava’s hand, I was pushed to unlock the door and get inside with a sharp com­mand and nip from the belt.  As I turned to lock the door behind us Ava pulled my pants and briefs all the way down; leav­ing me exposed and breath­less in the dark.  Some harder slaps from the belt and I was on my knees with my face pressed to the dirty floor while Ava strad­dled my back.  From my posi­tion my hands were pinned under­neath me and I could see under the door out into the hall­way; from hers, Ava could do what­ever she wanted.

I was well and thor­oughly handled.

After the rapid sequence that brought me to the floor Ava seemed to take her time; lulling me to relax with gen­tle touches from her hands and tongue, suck­ing on my balls and teas­ing my ass.  As I relaxed and began to moan I felt an amaz­ing sting from the belt I for­got she had; the slaps and her words brought me back to where I was.  The semi-public space forced me to keep silent as she con­tin­ued to work over my ass with her hands and my belt, pen­e­trat­ing me with her fin­gers and tongue, stroking my cock hard and fast, then back to the spanking…

I don’t remem­ber how long this went on but I was not allowed to cum.  Even­tu­ally I was brought up to stand­ing by my hair and told to dress.  I was given fur­ther instruc­tions about what would hap­pen once we were back in our apart­ment.  I would con­tinue to be her toy, only this time in silence.

As we walked upstairs Ava reminded me that I had just been beaten, sucked, slapped, spanked and pen­e­trated on the dirty floor of a stor­age locker hall­way.  She told me next time there would be pic­tures, she would take her time, and not worry about how I felt.  As we reen­tered “nor­mal“ life my head was swim­ming with anticipation.

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