Bobby
I’d be lying if I said I don’t have a sadistic streak.
I’m a kinky bastard, and punishing Lexi gets me harder than stone. She surrendered to me like a sweetheart, and I want to be sure she gets her reward now. If she needed to be wrapped in a blanket and fed ice cream, I would’ve done it. But I’m definitely ready to reward her in other ways if she’s down.
I lie down beside her. “Come here, bambina.”
Lexi looks so beautiful right now. I love seeing her naked, ass reddened by my belt, her hair falling in her face. She can’t quite meet my eye, which is cute as hell. I pull her mouth to mine, kissing her plump lips with a bruising ferocity.
She responds in kind, instantly winding her arms around my neck, kissing back as if eager for the connection. She straddles me, unbuttoning my pants. I tweak her nipple, cup and squeeze her breast. She pulls my pants off and crouches over my cock, taking me into her mouth.
I’m already rock hard for her, and the sensation of her hot, wet mouth closing around my length nearly drives me mad. She brings me to a fever pitch, but I stop her before I come. Grabbing a condom from the bedside table, I rip it open and slide it on.
“Climb on me,” I order, my voice rough.
She smiles and crawls up to straddle my cock, rubbing the head over her juicy slit a few times before impaling herself on it.
“Oh God, Lexi,” I groan. She feels so. Damn. Good.
She rides me, resting her hands on my shoulders, undulating her back and hips to create a rhythm. Her face flushes, her dilated eyes turn glassy. She begins to move faster, fingers digging into my skin.
Picking up the belt that still lays on the bed, I wrap it around her ass, using it to leverage her hips to meet mine, slamming her against me with a slapping force.
She makes a keening cry and arches, throwing her head back and stilling as she shudders in orgasm. I cup her breasts, pinching both nipples as I watch her ecstatic peak.
After a moment, she opens her eyes, appearing apologetic. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to go so fast.”
I lift her off. “Climb back over those pillows.”
She looks alarmed, but obeys without question.
“I’m not going to spank you again,” I say, amused. I climb onto my knees behind her and push in. “That is, unless you need me to.”
“No, sir,” she says in a small voice.
Damn. This girl is definitely a keeper. I love her submission.
I thrust in and out, the heat from her punished ass magnifying the sense of power I got punishing her.
I pull her arm behind her back, pinning her wrist the way I did when I whipped her and she bucks in a second orgasm. “You like being restrained, baby? Does that make you come hard around my cock like a good girl?”
“Ohmygod,” she breathes.
This girl is my perfect match. I suspected restraining her had changed the tone of the spanking for her, added to the euphoria of domination, and this confirmed it. I slam into her until I reach my own ecstatic crest, which rips through my body like a tsunami. “Hell, yeah! Fuck, yes!” I shout as I spend into the condom.
I collapse over her, and we pant together, our breath becoming one. I wrap her in my arms and roll to my side, my cock still inside her. Delivering punishment and pain always turns me on, and it often forms a bond, but the depth of tenderness I feel for Lexi in this moment is new.
“You okay, baby?” I ask.
“Yeah,” she says softly.
When my cock slips out, she lets out a little sigh of disappointment, and I roll her over to face me, stroking her hair out of her eyes. “Good girl,” I murmur.
She snuggles closer. “Am I?”
“Yes.”
“Are you keeping me?”
“Definitely. We’re solid. More than solid. You’re perfect for me.”
Her sapphire eyes study my face.
I’m still trying to figure out why she reached out. Is she getting clingy? If so, I need to shut that down. I’m not doing a relationship here.
The irony of the fact that I just basically bonded her to me emotionally by demanding her submission and rewarding her for it isn’t lost on me. I’m a stronzo, for sure.
But maybe she reached out for another reason. Maybe she needed something from me. My protective instincts surge into high gear at that thought.
“Do you need something from me, baby?” I stroke her smooth, soft skin. “Is that why you called me? Do you need money?”
Her eyes fill with tears, which she blinks back. “God,” she chokes. “How do you that?”
So I guessed correctly. I shrug. “In my business, you have to have a good read on people.”
“I do need money,” she whispers, gulping. “That’s not why I called, though. I wasn’t even going to ask you for it…at least, I hadn’t decided whether I should or not.”
I wish to fuck I’d asked sooner if she had other troubles. I’d assumed I’d taken care of her immediate problems with the landlord and getting her things back, but clearly she has other stressors.
“No, no, baby,” I reassure her. “You belong to me. That means I take care of you. You can call me when you need help. Just not at home.”
Lexi starts to tremble in my arms, holding back tears.
“Don’t cry, bambi. How much do you need? What’s going on?”
She ducks her chin, pressing her forehead against my chest as the tears emerge. “I owe rent at the salon. I’m not an employee there, I just rent the chair. I’m way behind on rent, and the owner told me if I don’t pay by the end of the month, I’m out. I guess this isn’t my week.”
“Aw, sweetheart. I wish I’d known.” I caress her back, the natural curve sensuous under my palm. “How much?”
“Twenty-five hundred.”
Chump change. I should’ve left that much for her the last time I saw her. I kiss the place her ear meets her face, then her temple. “I’ll take care of it,” I murmur.