came so close she could feel the heat of his skin. "Well," he said very quietly. "If I have to turn into some sort of push over… It's going to stress me out. Make me tense. How do you suggest I relieve that tension, Mary Jane?"
Her heart fluttered and she looked up into his eyes where he loomed above her. "How do you want to?" she whispered.
He knelt to place his lips against her ear. She felt his hot breath move a lock of her hair, and it tickled her. "I want to spank you."
She shivered violently with a sudden thrill that coursed through her. Anger had always been an emotion that closely intertwined with lust for her anyway. And now there was intense love involved as well. She would never have considered for a second allowing a man to strike her.
Let alone liking it.
She didn't answer him. Her rapid breathing, trembling body, and fiery eyes were answer enough for him. He climbed off the bed and strode to his closet where he extracted a black leather belt. Her eyes widened.
"With a belt?" she breathed.
He bent the belt in half and snapped it, causing her to jump. Then he nodded. Somewhere among the swirl of conflicting emotions inside her was a blazing hot streak of arousal. He returned to her by the bed and stepped between her legs, his chest right next to her face. She looked up at him, and he stared down into her eyes, waiting patiently to see if she would decline. When she did not, he grinned and took a step back.
"Undress," he said softly, his voice husky with his desire.
She stood on shaky legs and shimmied out of the leggings she wore, and then shrugged her oversized sweater off over her head. She wore no undergarments, as he preferred most of the time when they were home together.
"I won't hurt you," he whispered.
She nodded and hugged herself as he appraised her nude body. He seemed to study every inch of her in the familiar way he had that made her ten kinds of crazy.
"Turn around," he instructed. "Lay face down on the bed with your waist bent over the edge. Spread your arms above your head."
She did as he told her. Once in place she closed her eyes. She heard him take a deep jagged breath and a step back. He drew the back the belt and snapped it against her ass.
She jolted forward on the bed. Not because it hurt; because of the shock of it. She felt herself grow wet and muscles inside her began to convulse. She squeezed her eyes shut as tightly as she could. She didn't want to like this. She told herself she shouldn't like this.
But she did.
His next blow hit right beneath her cheeks. Mary Jane groaned. As if they had a mind of their own, her legs spread just slightly.
He struck her again, just a snap. She jarred against the bed and began to squirm, her legs opening farther.
"Yes?" he asked.
"Yes!"
Dominique snapped her one more time, the sound of it ringing out over the quiet night. She whimpered and he growled. The belt's buckle clattered on the floor as he discarded it and then he lunged forward. He plunged into her from behind and hammered into her deeper than she ever thought possible. She clawed the comforter as he lifted her hips to better mold her over his throbbing cock.
"Fuck. Yes," he grunted quietly as he savagely took everything he wanted.
Chapter 13
"S o how's shacking up with Flame?" Doris asked casually the next day at work.
Mary Jane regarded the old woman wearing an expression of tightly pursed lips and one arched eyebrow. Aren't you like a hundred and seven by now, you old hag? Why the hell don't you retire already?
"Just fine, Doris thanks for asking," Mary Jane said politely with just a touch of condescension in her voice. Doris never asked questions out of any sort of authentic concern. Doris was nosey. And mean. If she inquired about a person's well-being, that person should just assume it was because she hoped he or she was miserable.
"Huh, that's surprising."
Mary Jane
Her heart fluttered and she looked up into his eyes where he loomed above her. "How do you want to?" she whispered.
He knelt to place his lips against her ear. She felt his hot breath move a lock of her hair, and it tickled her. "I want to spank you."
She shivered violently with a sudden thrill that coursed through her. Anger had always been an emotion that closely intertwined with lust for her anyway. And now there was intense love involved as well. She would never have considered for a second allowing a man to strike her.
Let alone liking it.
She didn't answer him. Her rapid breathing, trembling body, and fiery eyes were answer enough for him. He climbed off the bed and strode to his closet where he extracted a black leather belt. Her eyes widened.
"With a belt?" she breathed.
He bent the belt in half and snapped it, causing her to jump. Then he nodded. Somewhere among the swirl of conflicting emotions inside her was a blazing hot streak of arousal. He returned to her by the bed and stepped between her legs, his chest right next to her face. She looked up at him, and he stared down into her eyes, waiting patiently to see if she would decline. When she did not, he grinned and took a step back.
"Undress," he said softly, his voice husky with his desire.
She stood on shaky legs and shimmied out of the leggings she wore, and then shrugged her oversized sweater off over her head. She wore no undergarments, as he preferred most of the time when they were home together.
"I won't hurt you," he whispered.
She nodded and hugged herself as he appraised her nude body. He seemed to study every inch of her in the familiar way he had that made her ten kinds of crazy.
"Turn around," he instructed. "Lay face down on the bed with your waist bent over the edge. Spread your arms above your head."
She did as he told her. Once in place she closed her eyes. She heard him take a deep jagged breath and a step back. He drew the back the belt and snapped it against her ass.
She jolted forward on the bed. Not because it hurt; because of the shock of it. She felt herself grow wet and muscles inside her began to convulse. She squeezed her eyes shut as tightly as she could. She didn't want to like this. She told herself she shouldn't like this.
But she did.
His next blow hit right beneath her cheeks. Mary Jane groaned. As if they had a mind of their own, her legs spread just slightly.
He struck her again, just a snap. She jarred against the bed and began to squirm, her legs opening farther.
"Yes?" he asked.
"Yes!"
Dominique snapped her one more time, the sound of it ringing out over the quiet night. She whimpered and he growled. The belt's buckle clattered on the floor as he discarded it and then he lunged forward. He plunged into her from behind and hammered into her deeper than she ever thought possible. She clawed the comforter as he lifted her hips to better mold her over his throbbing cock.
"Fuck. Yes," he grunted quietly as he savagely took everything he wanted.
Chapter 13
"S o how's shacking up with Flame?" Doris asked casually the next day at work.
Mary Jane regarded the old woman wearing an expression of tightly pursed lips and one arched eyebrow. Aren't you like a hundred and seven by now, you old hag? Why the hell don't you retire already?
"Just fine, Doris thanks for asking," Mary Jane said politely with just a touch of condescension in her voice. Doris never asked questions out of any sort of authentic concern. Doris was nosey. And mean. If she inquired about a person's well-being, that person should just assume it was because she hoped he or she was miserable.
"Huh, that's surprising."
Mary Jane
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