When he broke the kiss, we both took gasping breaths. He spun me around, pulling me away from the window and dumping me onto the couch. He bent me over the back, immediately bringing his hand down on my bottom several brutal times.

“Ouch!” I complained, yet felt a rush of kinetic energy, my pussy even wetter than before. He cracked his hand down several additional times, chuckling darkly as he did so.

“I think you like it, sweet Kara. In fact, I think you crave more. Don’t you? My bad little girl.”

I gripped the back of the couch as he pressed his hand on the small of my back. He shifted his hand from one side to the other, the spanking much harder than the few cracks from before. With every inch of me tingling, I continued to squirm but was panting from the raging desire. How was it possible being spanked like a bad girl could feel so good?

“No,” I moaned.

He laughed and rolled his finger down the crack of my ass, thrusting it inside my pussy. “Yes, you do.”

After four even harder smacks, he used his knee to push my legs further apart, once again sliding his cock inside.

“So wet for me, kitten. So tight.” He lowered his head, nipping my shoulder and dragging his tongue up to my ear. “But I have other things in mind.” He rubbed his thumb down the crack this time, but I wasn’t expecting him to shove it into my asshole.

“Oh, my God.” I was shocked at how it felt, a strange numbness shifting over me. I could feel myself stiffen, unprepared for the twinge of discomfort. I’d never done this before. In truth, I’d never wanted this to be done to me. Not once.

“Yes, every hole belongs to me.” He wiggled his thumb, driving it in even deeper.

I threw my head over my shoulder, my mouth suddenly bone dry. The second he gripped my hip with one hand I braced myself, closing my eyes and digging my fingers into the couch.

As he pushed the tip of his cock just inside, I gasped. “Oh, God. Oh…”

“This will feel so good, kitten. Just relax. I’m going to make you feel amazing.”

I gritted my teeth, trying to keep from yelling at him. How could he imagine this kind of discomfort would feel good?

With his fingers pressing into my skin, he guided more of his cock inside. My ass muscles were over-sensitized, trying desperately to accommodate his size.

“Fuck.” The harsh word was almost screamed. Lights flashed in front of my eyes and I bucked hard against the couch. Yet as he dropped his head, pressing kisses against my neck, I was immediately pulled into a wave of desire. The slight pain began to subside, but the raw sensitivity remained.

I was floating on air as he thrust the remainder of his cock inside. Together, we moaned and he folded his arms around me, placing both hands on mine. As he fucked me, he intertwined our fingers. I dug my nails into his palms as we rocked together, his face buried in my neck.

Being this close was incredible and I was able to feel the hard thudding of his heart against my back. I’d never felt so filled, so alive. As our bodies molded together, another moment of true bliss wrapped around me like a soft blanket.

The closeness, the connection, and the way I remained in a dream state shoved aside my worries. Maybe I shouldn’t want this, but there was nothing I could do about it. He’d already captured my body. I smiled, leaning my head against his shoulder, squeezing my muscles until his body tensed.

Yes, I could still be a tease even if he had full control.

When he erupted deep inside, I pressed my body against his.