Just what she needs

As soon as Lissa walked into the room, she saw the gleam in her boyfriend’s eye as he sat on the couch. She knew exactly what he was thinking and felt a little thrill that he had anticipated her arousal and was ready to give her exactly what she needed.

“Come here.” He ordered, his normally gentle voice gruff, as it always was when they played this game. Lissa dropped her gaze to the floor, as was expected, and walked over to him. He opened her shirt and began stroking and pinching her nipples, just hard enough to start building her excitement. The drapes on the living room window were open, and she was exposed, were anyone to walk through the alley outside the window.

He ordered her onto the floor, and Lissa quickly got down on her hands and knees, her cheek pressed to the carpet and her ass high in the air. He put his large, strong hand on the back of her neck, holding her in position as he began to spank her ass, vulnerable in its present upraised position, but still cushioned by her skirt. She delighted in the feeling of being under his control and as the blows increased in intensity, she began to moan and wiggle.

He stopped and sat down on the couch, pulling her roughly over his lap and pulling off her shirt and bra, leaving her breasts free for his pleasure. “Put your hands over your head,” He ordered harshly. She obeyed, and he snapped handcuffs onto her wrists that were attached to the arm off the couch. She yanked at them in surprise. They had never played like this before…

He pulled her skirt up and began spanking her on the seat of her lacy panties, playing with her breasts and pinching her nipples as he slapped her ass, firmly and powerfully. Then, unexpectedly, he yanked her panties down to her knees and delivered a flurry of the hardest blows yet with no respite between them. The pain built until it was almost more than the pleasure, and then he stopped, stroking her bottom gently and running his fingers along her wet slit, rubbing one moistened fingertip around her swollen clit.

Lissa was dying for him to start spanking her again. The handcuffs restraining her enforced her sense of vulnerability and she yanked against them just to enforce the feeling of being totally at his mercy. He spread her legs and landed several blows directly over her pussy, making Lissa shriek and moan. He varied the timing of his slaps so she tightened and writhed, unable to anticipate when or how hard the next stroke would be. She pushed her ass up in the air, begging to be spanked some more. He began spanking her hard, pausing between each stroke to caress her butt and rub her slick and swollen clit. She was wild with her arousal, rubbing herself all over his lap and pulling at the handcuffs that held her prone, naked and defenseless. She thought of the open window, and imagined someone watching. It was too much, and she exploded into orgasm, moaning and spasming in his lap.

He gave her a moment to recover, gently rubbing her butt and her back as he unfastened the handcuffs and took her in his arms. She snuggled her head into the crook of his neck, utterly satisfied and already excited about the next time he would command her submission.

To be continued…