Bad Girls & Dangerous Men

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“Come here,” Bailey let me off the hook simply, guiding me face down over his knee as though I were a naughty kid. His hand skirted the skin of my ass so deftly that I thought I would erupt spontaneously. He went for the valley between my legs, causing them to part involuntarily, while he searched the fissure high to find my clit, the hole behind it, and finally my body’s backdoor entrance. Each simple touch generated another spasm deep in my belly. My muscles flexed, I panted audibly. And Bailey continued in silence.

For a short while, he wiggled my entire crotch with his whole hand lodged inside the cleft. Then he pulled it free and began spanking my ass, firmly, sharply, rendering it warm in seconds, hot in a minute, and painfully scorching as he continued without a hint of stopping. I ‘oohed’ and ‘ahhed’ and gasped quietly, then squirmed and whimpered more loudly when the sensations stung.

When his hand suddenly dropped between my thighs again, and moved determinedly toward my v****a, I was about to burst.

“Don’t come!” he abruptly ordered.

What do you mean don’t come! my poor mind screamed.

“You do as I say, Madison, or I’ll spank you harder!”

His command was clear, but I couldn’t stop. My brakes were stripped, and the fluid drained away. There was no force of will strong enough in me to prevent the climax from breaking loose. A long, hard spasm came crashing through my body, leaving me breathless and ashamed. I paid the price for my sorry disobedience. As soon as it was clear that I could not hold back, Bailey’s hand immediately dropped from my crotch and I was left to flail and come without another touch from him.

“You done?” he finally spoke when I stopped wiggling.

“Yes,” I haltingly replied.

He pushed me to the floor with little ceremony and rose from the chair, waltzing into the kitchen. I heard him rummaging, thinking that I was inside some weird dream. My world seemed to spin all around me. When he returned, he had a wooden kitchen spoon, which became a weapon in his hand. Dragging me to my feet, he settled back in the chair and drew me over his lap again.

This time, he spanked me hard, unceasingly for maybe five minutes—it seemed to last for hours. By the time he finally stopped, I was cawing and sobbing, my insides begging him to stop, even though I refused to even mouth the words. Done, my ass ached. The skin throbbed hot and painful, but as the next few seconds swept by, the arousal from the heated battle with my ass penetrated my entire body.

“If I tell you not to come, you don’t come. Is that clear?”

“Yes, sir,” I answered swiftly.

He continued to play with my crotch, making a sport of diddling with my clit and my two holes. He embellished every raw feeling of desire that the spanking raised, and then added something personal when I felt the pulse of his organ pressing at his pants and my hip. I could have come again, but I’d been warned.

“I think it’s been a good first lesson in surrender, Maddie.”

Should I agree? I wondered. I kept silent.

“You’re rough, but you’re also a jewel underneath the tarnish and soot. If you don’t want to be f****d over, all you have to do is follow my lead, follow my orders, keep arousing me as you have and remember surrender.”

Without recalling how we got there, we ended up in my bed. Bailey was on me from the front, missionary style, moving with a sensuous elegance inside my p***y, with a c**k that seemed magical. Anyplace he hadn’t already touched in my s****l self was scoured and inspected then. Our heated battle turned into a long passionate coupling, ending when Bailey came with a long, loud, growling moan of pleasure. He fell to my side, breathing heavily.

He spent the night, just as he said he would; then I cooked him breakfast in the morning—bacon, bagels and strawberry jam. I understood then that he wouldn’t be leaving me.