Page 96 of Bronson

He pulls back, not unpleased, just surprised. “What was that for?”

“Just… just…” His face is handsome in the evening light, his arms so strong around me.

His plug within me, marking me, stretching me for his pleasure.

My mouth finds his. My wordless answer showing him my love. My desire.

I have to have him, now.

“Just spank me and get it over with. I’m dying to have you.” My fingertips go to his belt, unlatching it.

His hands go to mine, locking around my wrists. “Not so fast.”

A chill runs down my spine. He’s still angry.

“You’ve crossed a line. Put yourself in danger. There are consequences.”

“I know. And I’m ready to face them. I’m just more ready for what happens afterwards.”

“Maybe a more suitable punishment would be to sleep apart. And let your poor little pussy go unattended for the evening.”

Dread pools in my stomach. That would be way worse than a spanking.

I have to act fast.

Before he can argue, I’m on my knees.

I whip his already hard cock from his trousers. Using just the tip of my tongue, I flick at the head, licking the pre-cum that glistens.

He groans, his hand tangling in my hair.

Bingo.

I wrap my mouth around the whole head, sucking gently. My fingers creep into his pants, finding his freshly shaven balls. I cup them in my hand, massaging them gently as I take his shaft deeper into my mouth. I move back and forth, up and down, in the way I know drives him crazy. My tongue swirls around his throbbing head.

He grabs my shoulders, untangling me from him and pulls me to my feet. A moment later, I find myself kneeling on the second step of our staircase.

I look at him over my shoulder, trying to see what he has in mind. His huge cock stands at attention, glistening from my mouth.

His belt is in his hand.

My core tightens, my ass clenches.

My skirt is once again thrown over my waist. My panties pushed down.

One of my hands grips the spindle of the stair as I prepare for what is to come.

The air is cold as it rushes up my bare ass. The leather whistles as it sails through the air.

The crack lands with the burning of a fire. The punishing stripe runs horizontally over the fullest part of my bottom. I wail in pain.

“Never leave that door unlocked—” the belt comes down again, the pain bursting over my ass, “again.”

“Yes, sir!” The two stripes across my bottom burn until they throb. My bottom burns from the plug’s intrusion. My pussy is pulsing with desire. My knees ache from kneeling on the hard wood.

The belt drops to the floor and he’s behind me. I feel the warmth of his thighs against the backs of my cold legs. His fingertips dig into my hips and he tilts me to gain better access to my slick pussy. His cock presses against the entrance to my pussy, then with one thrust, he fills me with the entirety of his rock-hard shaft.

I groan with pleasure, with pain. Between his cock and the bullet, I am achingly, burningly full. “Oh, Bronson, fuck me. Fuck me as hard as you can,” I cry. My fingers grip the spindle.