Jesus fucking Christ.
I don’t know how the hell this girl found out where I live! She sure as shit didn’t follow me home from the clubhouse on her bike. I would’ve heard her Harley or see her one headlight in my rearview.
And I have no clue what she thinks she’s doing by flashing her tits at me and strutting her fine ass by me.
The angel and devil on either of my shoulders are hashing shit out – trying to help me decide if I’m going to throw her out or teach her a lesson.
Fuck, maybe if I’d actually been with a woman in the past ten years, I might be able to resist, but it’s been far too long.
I’m so fucking horny that there’s no point even trying to fight it as I follow her tight leather pants to my living room.
I’ll spank her ass good and hard, then jerk off thinking about the marks I left on her pale flesh after she runs out of here crying.
I warned her to leave, and she wouldn’t, so I refuse to feel guilty about this girl crying when she bites off more than she can chew.
“Nice place,” she says when her boots stop right behind the back of my camel brown leather sofa.
Perfect.
I walk up to her until only an inch separates the front of our bodies. She tilts her face up to mine like she thinks I’m going to kiss those crimson lips.
God, she’s so clueless.
There’s only one place on my body where I want those lips on me, and it sure as hell is not my mouth.
Grabbing her arm in one hand and the back of her neck in the other I spin her around and force her upper body to bend over the back of the sofa.
“Oh!” she exclaims in surprise, the sound muffled with her face pressed to the leather cushions. There’s a slightly louder moan when the front of my lower body presses tight against her backside. The hardening bulge in the front of my jeans ramming into her ass is impossible for her to miss.
Keeping my hand on the back of her neck, I reach underneath her with the other, tugging the leather jacket to the side to squeeze one of her tits roughly. Then, I lower my palm down her bare stomach to the front of her pants, cupping her between her legs, which rewards me with another cry of surprise.
“Still think you can handle me?” I ask as I undo the button and start lowering the zipper on her pants.
When she responds with a softly whispered yes that doesn’t sound nearly as confident as before, it makes me hard as fuck.
Since she’s not tapping out yet, I yank the front and then back of her tight pants down an inch at a time with my one hand. Any panties she might be wearing underneath disappear too. The pants are so snug it’s impossible to tell until I get the leather down past her knees and see the little red string in them that matches her lips.
Without letting up on the grip I still have on her neck, I unclasp my black leather belt one-handed and pull it free from the pants loops. My chest is rising and falling from the anticipation of actually getting to play out the kink I’ve been obsessed with for years.
Folding the leather belt in half, I hold it so tightly in my fist that my entire bicep flexes. Taking a small step away from her to make room, I haul my arm back until it’s next to the side of my head, then give her exactly what I promised her.
Whap!
The sound of the first slap of leather meeting her right ass cheek is music to my ears. I would’ve liked to hear her cry out, but she’s silent as a mouse. Still, watching her flesh jiggle for a second after the hit makes my cock jerk and lengthen behind my zipper to the point of pain.
I savor two more quick licks that she doesn’t make a sound for before I finally let go of her neck and move back to give her room to flee.
As I expected, the little tease pops right up and turns to face me with her pants still around her knees. I assumed this is the point where she would start dressing herself in a rush and leave.
What I wasn’t prepared for was her lifting her palm and letting it connect against my goddamn face with a “WHAP!” that sounds even louder than any of my belt lashes.
“What the fuck?” I exclaim while staring down at her with my left cheek now burning.
Her violet eyes behind heavy black eyeliner look outraged when she says, “You call that a spanking? I can hit harder than you!”
I’m momentarily at a loss as to what the hell to say to that because I didn’t think I was going easy on her.
Was I?
Instead of wasting time trying to figure that out, I tell her, “I was just getting warmed up, little girl.”
“Oh yeah?” she asks, the term sir no longer in her vocabulary apparently.
“Yeah,” I answer. “If you think you can handle more, turn around so I can fucking give it to you.”
“Hold on. Give me a second to get more comfortable first,” she says before she quickly pulls off each of her boots, sending them crashing to the floor to get her pants the rest of the way off, along with those tiny panties and even her socks.
When she’s standing before me in nothing but the unzipped leather jacket, she finally turns around, bends over the back of the sofa, and even spreads her legs a little wider to give me a nice view of her smooth cunt.
It’s the sexiest sight I’ve ever seen in real life, so I haul back and slam the belt against both cheeks. This time, around the third hard lick, Teagan begins to cry out with each and every lash I give her. She doesn’t say stop or tell me I’m a fucking asshole for tearing her ass up – leaving behind long, red welts.
No, she sounds like she’s enjoying herself more than I am.
“Oooh yeah!”
“Ugh! Give it to me!”
“Harder! Please!”
She even wiggles her ass whenever I pause to catch my breath because I’m so turned on.
Her hips lift a little on one particular hard slap, which is when I see her fingers moving between her legs.
“Don’t stop!” she exclaims, apparently because she’s getting herself off.
One more slap of the leather on her ass and her legs tremble as she comes on her fingers with wordless moans.
I’m so fucking confused when she eventually turns back around to face me, her eyelids heavy, cheeks rosy from the flush of her arousal, that I drop the belt in my hand to grab her jaw.
“Did I tell you that you could enjoy my belt?”
Smiling lazily, she says, “But I thought that was the whole point.”
It’s never been a turn on for any of the handful of women I’ve used a belt on before.
“The point is for me to enjoy seeing the red marks covering your ass while I’m balls deep in your cunt, fucking your goddamn brains out!” I explain to her.
Some of the sleepy lust clears from her eyes when she blinks them at me and says, “In that case…” and turns around. Bending over the sofa again, she lifts her red, marked bottom in the air, now showing off her dripping wet pussy.
I can’t hold in my groan. “Your beautiful white ass with my red belt marks marring it is a fucking work of art,” I tell her honestly. “Fuck me, some lines are so red they’re nearly purple.”
“Wh-which ones? Show me,” Teagan says.
Instead of pointing to them with my finger, I can’t resist leaning down to swipe my tongue over one of the raised welts. “This one is by far the worst.”
“Mmm,” she whimpers, like it’s too painful for even the lightest brush of my damp tongue to touch it. Do I give a shit? Hell no. Rather than stop, I run my tongue along the same line again before I bite down around it with my teeth.
“Ahhh! Ahhh, fuck!” Teagan screams the way I wanted her to scream when I was spanking her, so I drop down to my knees to keep licking and biting her marks that must be burning her up much worse than the sting on my face.
Lower and lower my mouth goes, making her squirm and shout. My dick throbs impatiently behind my zipper, desperate for relief. Hell, I can’t even remember the feel of being inside of a pussy because it’s been so long. But first, hell, I’m craving a real taste of her to see if she was acting or if she’s actually enjoying herself.
I lick her from her asshole to her pussy that’s slick with her juices, confirming that her cries were the real deal. And when I circle just the tip of my tongue rapidly over her swollen clit, her screams turn into sobs. I shove my thumb inside of her cunt just in time to feel her walls clenching around it with another release.
I lap up every drop of arousal until I hear what sounds like sniffles.
Son of a bitch.
Needing to know if I pushed her too far, I get to my feet and spin her around to face me. Her cheeks are damp when I brush my fingertips over them.
“You said you could handle it, so why the fuck are you crying?” I yell at her.
“Because…because…” She reaches out and grabs my shoulders to pull herself up straight. I don’t touch her in case she hates my guts. “That was so good,” she finally says, which is a fucking relief.
The last thing I need is some young girl showing up at the police station and reporting me for assaulting her with a belt that she said she could handle.
Teagan’s head drops to my chest, and she adds, “Mind if I take a little nap now?”
I barely get my arms around her before she goes completely limp. There’s no choice but to scoop her up in my arms and hold her against my chest.
Then I don’t know what the fuck to do with her. I could put her on the sofa and watch the television while I wait for her to wake up, but somehow, I don’t think she’s taking a little cat nap. No, it’s late, and I’m pretty sure she’s passed out for the night, so I take her to my bedroom.
Standing next to the king-sized mattress in the dark, I feel around to peel back the covers, then try to gently lower her down.
As soon as her ass hits the sheets she hisses in pain, making me wince, because for a second, I forgot about the damn marks. I roll her to her side, and she sighs, tucking her hands underneath the side of her face. I guess that means she’s comfortable, so I pull the covers up over her small, body that’s naked from the waist down – nothing but the short leather jacket covering her upper body to her waist. It would be impossible to remove it now that she’s on her side, so I leave her be.
Now what the fuck am I supposed to do? I ask myself as I take a step back from the bed with my hands braced on my hips.
I don’t have sleepovers with women. Hell, I’m not even sure if I’ve ever fucked one in a bed before, much less my own.
And I sure as hell ain’t sleepy, not while my dick is still hurting behind my fly…
Wait.
What the hell just happened?
How is it that the woman sleeping soundly in my bed got several orgasms while all I got were blue balls?
And now I’m supposed to do what? Lie down and sleep in the bed next to her without any hope of relief after being closer to coming in a pussy than I’ve been in ten fucking years?
Well, I’m sure as shit not going to go sleep on the sofa or in one of my recliners.
Feeling my way around in the dark, I get to the other side of the bed and undress, keeping only my boxer briefs on when I climb up on the mattress, being careful to not wake the sleeping woman.
Then, I stretch out on my back and lie awake for hours, wondering how the hell I got here with this girl.
I should’ve run her off when she showed up at my door, but she caught me off-guard.
Nobody ever throws me off like that, yet Teagan Allen has done it twice in one day – once at the clubhouse in front of potential prospects and then again tonight.
Who the hell is this girl and why didn’t I just fuck her when I had the chance and send her on her way?
Because I had to give in to my fucked-up needs and spank her ass first?
Yeah, that was stupid, and didn’t turn out the way I expected – with me fisting my dick in the shower after she left in tears.
First thing in the morning, as soon as her eyes open, I’m going to finally fuck her brains out like I promised her, and then she’s gone. I’ll kick her out of my bed and my house for good just as soon as I get off at least once inside of her.
I’ve damn well earned a pounding in that pussy.
