u/Shes-A-Pretty-Thing

I watched as the last sliver of sunlight disappeared on the horizon. It was still warm, even in my revealing black bikini, since I was in a hot tub with Mia. It was unbelievably comfortable, and I figured that if I died here, I would die a happy woman.

Mia looked like she agreed. Her eyes were closed, her head tipped back and her arms spread wide along the back of the tub. We were sitting far enough apart to where she wasn’t touching me, but I was tempted to shimmy over, tucking myself beneath her arm.

For now, though, I contented myself with looking at her. She was dressed in her favourite bright red bikini, which looked stunning against her pale, tattooed skin and bright blond hair. Her full lips were tipped up in a small smile, and honestly, I was even more tempted to lean over and press my lips to hers.

“What are you staring at?” she asked playfully, having finally caught me looking at her.

I met her gaze, a flush creeping up my neck that had nothing to do with the warmth of the water. “Nothing.”

She huffed a laugh. “Nothing, huh? You think I couldn’t feel your eyes on me that entire time?”

“I’m sorry,” I said, though it was obvious I didn’t mean it. “I just…” I trailed off, my eyes looking her up and down as though to say, how do you expect me to look away when you look like that*?*

“No, no,” she shrugged, tipping her head back again and shutting her eyes. “Get your fill, baby. By all means.”

And so I did.

Mia was absolutely covered in blackwork tattoos, and my eyes trailed the ink up and down the length of her body. Even though the bubbles and frothy water covered most of her, I could still see the top of her torso. Her breasts moved with each deep breath she took, and I couldn’t help but follow the motion, wishing I could get a closer look.

I must’ve said something, though I have no idea what, because Mia opened her eyes then and looked at me. “You okay over there?”

I nodded, but she clearly didn’t buy it.

“Is someone getting a little worked up?” she cooed.

This time I couldn’t even pretend the flush in my cheeks was from anything but a shy embarrassment. I was worked up. My thighs were involuntarily clenching as I looked at her, but who could blame me? Of course simply looking at my beautiful partner would get me worked up.

I just hoped she would do something about it.

She seemed to be able to read my mind, though, as always. But she didn’t move closer to me. Instead, she moved to the other side of the tub so she was facing me, her hair framed by the still orange-coloured sky.

I frowned at her, confused. “What are you doing?”

She raised her eyebrows. “That’s no way to speak to me, darling.”

Oh, so she was in that sort of mood.

I was more than inclined to play along, so I corrected myself and said, “What are you doing over there, miss?” I made sure my voice was sufficiently meek and submissive for her.

She smiled proudly, then ordered, “Sit up on the edge of the tub.”

The command confused me, but I didn’t question her. Bracing my hands on either side of me, I pushed myself up, then planted my butt on the edge. It was high enough to where only the lower half of my legs were still in the water.

And those legs were pressed tightly together, my arms braced around my middle. A cool breeze made its way over to me, but that had little to do with why my skin erupted in goosebumps. I wasn’t uncomfortable around Mia, and God knew there wasn’t anything she hadn’t seen before. But I still couldn’t help but feel a little exposed, especially when she was looking at me like she wanted to swallow me whole.

But of course she knew all that, which was why she then said, “Spread your legs, baby.”

Fuck, I found it so hard to disobey when she spoke to me like that. I had a bratty streak, sure, but Mia was practically an expert in turning me into a puddle, simply obeying whatever she ordered me to do.

So, I spread them. For good measure, I also placed my hands on my legs, exposing my stomach and chest to her.

She spent a minute just looking at my body, eyes dark. Embarrassment rose up through me, but I made no move to cover up. It felt like hours as she looked at me. Her eyes trailed up and down, focusing on my face and my neck, my breasts and my torso, my thighs and the little triangle of fabric covering me between my legs.

She looked almost personally offended by that little triangle. “Tug up your bikini bottoms,” she said, her voice husky and laced with need.

“What?” I blurted. “Tug up—?”

“Yes,” she said firmly.

I realized what she wanted, and although I hesitated, I obeyed. I grabbed the sides of my bottoms, and slowly, I began pulling them up. The fabric rubbed against my most sensitive parts as I tugged it up and up. Within moments, I was spreading myself apart for her, my pussy wedged by my bikini bottoms.

Only my very centre remained covered. Mia looked almost starstruck by the sight, and when I clenched, her immediate reaction was to lick her lips.

And I was wet. Beyond just the water from the hot tub, I was wet and swollen and desperate for her touch on me. Despite how humiliating it was to be so exposed—or maybe because of it—I felt nothing but an urgent desire to feel her on me. To feel her skin, her mouth, her touch.

She looked up at me, a smile appearing on her face when she caught the desire that must’ve been plastered on my expression. “You need me to touch you, darling?”

I nodded immediately. “Please, miss.”

Her grin spread wider. “I want to watch you for a little while longer, okay?” Even as she said it, her fingers twitched, like her body was protesting fiercely at the words spilling from her lips. “For now, I want you to touch yourself.”

I bit my lip, looking down. Did she want me to leave my bikini bottoms on, or?

“You can take them off.”

I silently thanked her, then pushed up so I could untie and tug my bottoms off my legs. I placed them next to me, then returned to my position, legs still spread wide open for her.

“Your top, too,” she added, and I swiftly untied it and placed it with my bottoms, leaving me bare.

The cabin we were staying at was Mia’s family’s cabin, and it was in the middle of nowhere, so there was no chance of anyone seeing us. Even so, I felt exposed as hell, my nipples prickling in the open air. But I remained where I was, naked as could be, and placed a hand between my legs.

I whimpered softly as I dragged my fingers through me. I spread my pussy for Mia’s benefit, showing her how wet and turned on I was, and she hurriedly pushed out, “Only touch where I tell you to touch.”

“Yes, miss,” I said.

“Good girl.” A pause. “Use your fingers to tug at your nipples for me.”

I hated having to pry my hand away from my pussy, but I did it anyway. Pinching my nipples, I tugged at them, rolling them and kicking my head back as pleasure shot through me. They were pierced, and they made me feel everything so much more intensely. Pain and pleasure mixed together in a delicious combination, and I couldn’t get enough of it.

“Fuck, that’s good,” Mia breathed. “Just like that. Good girl.” I moaned at her praise. “Harder.”

I obeyed, even though it hurt. All I wanted in this moment was to please her, and I was doing a very good job of that, at least if her heavy breathing was anything to go by.

“Okay,” Mia said. “Stick two fingers inside you.”

Fucking finally, I thought as I pushed my middle and ring fingers into me. I clenched as I did, and my head kicked back with pleasure.

“Eyes on me,” Mia all but barked, and my eyes immediately snapped to hers again. “I want to see you.”

How could I hide away from her when she said that so softly?

I fingered myself for a while after that. Mia’s eyes roamed my entire body as I did, and when I whimpered with pleasure, she focused on where my fingers disappeared inside me.

“Rub your clit with your other hand,” she ordered after a while, and I obliged.

I moaned at the sensations that shot through me, but I made sure that my eyes remained open. I had two fingers deep inside me, knuckles curled, and I used my other hand to rub firm circles on my clit. My only complaint, really, was that it was my hands and fingers and not Mia’s.

“You’re close.” It wasn’t a question, but I nodded regardless, my eyes silently pleading with her. “Stop.”

I whined at her demand, but I stopped. I wasn’t close enough to tip over the edge, but I knew all it would take was a few more minutes and I would get there. Still, having to stop hurt like a jolt of lightning through me. I wanted to obey and be good for her, but God damn it—

Then, as I was blinking, Mia appeared in front of me. I barely had a chance to yelp before my ass met the seat in the hot tub. Mia straddled me a moment later, her thighs spread on either side of me and her hands braced at the sides of my head.

“Miss?” I asked carefully.

She didn’t reply. Her lips were quickly pressed against mine, and I was suddenly swirling her tongue around my own, and her fingers were suddenly beneath the water, pushing inside of me.

I moaned, but when I tried reaching for her, she simply grabbed my wrists and held them above my head. She rested them on the back of the tub, stretching my body in the process, and never breaking the kiss.

Her other hand was still beneath the water, her palm rubbing my clit while her fingers curled inside me. I wanted more—I needed more—but I was completely at her mercy, unable to beg for anything.

Finally, her mouth trailed down the side of my face and my jaw, and she latched onto my neck. Her mouth and her teeth at my delicate skin was what undid the last of my control, and in a rush, I pushed out, “Miss, please, can I come? I’m so close.”

I always asked for permission when we were in a scene, but it was still a battle to keep my orgasm at bay. Especially when she nipped at my neck like that and when I could feel her breath on me as she muttered, “Go on, baby. Come for me.”

It didn’t take much longer, and when she kept a steady pace with her fingers for another few minutes, I shattered. Her lips immediately met mine again, and so all my moans and gasps and whimpers collected in her mouth. She kept at it with her hand and her mouth for a while longer, drawing out my climax for as long as possible. It felt like hours later when I collapsed in my seat, and she let go of me.

“Such a good girl,” she said against my lips, nipping the bottom one between her teeth. “Was that good, darling?”

I could only hum and nod, wrapping myself around her as she all but collapsed in my lap. “Very,” I mumbled into her shoulder.

She chuckled, kissing my head. “I think it’s time for bed now, baby.”

I looked up, finding the sky pitch black. “But what about you, miss?” I asked.

She smiled. “I’m sure there’s plenty more we can do in bed before we go to sleep.” I blinked at her as she stood, giving me an eyeful of her full backside, her bikini doing a poor job of covering her up.

Yeah, I was more than ready for that.

She looked over her shoulder at me as she grabbed a towel. “Come on, baby girl.”

I happily obeyed.

The comforting warmth of Ryan’s large hand tucked against my waist was enough to make me melt. That he kept his hand there the entire walk back, even while alone in the hallway leading to our apartment, made me feel like his in the best possible way.

There was a tiny sliver of skin exposed between my top and my miniskirt, one which he idly stroked with his thumb as we made it closer to our door. I all but melted into him, letting him lead the way and set the pace until we’d made it home.

Ryan, ever the gentleman, opened the door for me, and then shut the door as he stepped in after me. “That was nice,” he said with a sigh, a little smile on his handsome face.

It really had been. After conflicting schedules, busy times with families, and relentless rain even on our few days off, we’d been aching for a proper date for months. Now, with the sun shining and with neither of us having a single commitment today, we couldn’t let the opportunity slip.

I’d taken the chance to dress up a bit—to put on a nice, casual summer outfit. A lovely, flowing miniskirt, tank top, and heels, topped off with jewellery and curled hair. I felt beautiful, and with the way Ryan had snuck glances at me and my body all day, it was safe to say I looked it, too.

Not to be outdone, Ryan had put on a pair of shorts and a nice and tight white t-shirt, which made it exceedingly difficult not to ogle him while we were eating by the pier downtown. His muscles were clearly visible, and in the sunlight, he had appeared almost to be shining.

Ryan ran a hand through his backswept hair, then looked down at me. Even in my heels, he all but towered over me, looking at me like I was his next meal. I instinctively dropped my purse to the floor, wanting no obstacles in his way while he took what he wanted.

But instead, he merely grabbed my chin—tight enough to allow me no choice but to look into his brown eyes.

“You’re going to submit to me for the rest of the day. Understand?”

With the way I was looking at him; the way my breath caught and my knees buckled, I assumed he already knew I was rapidly descending into subspace. But that he was outright demanding submission from me made my legs truly melt.

I focused on standing upright, then managed a squeaked “Yes, sir.”

A pleased smile, one that was almost arrogant. “That’s my girl.” He then leaned forward, capturing my lips with his.

I moaned as his tongue pried my lips apart, pushing into my mouth as though he was emphasizing that he had every right to. His free hand grabbed onto my waist, pushing me half a foot until I was flush with the wall.

“God, you taste good,” Ryan muttered against my lips. “You used the lip gloss again, didn’t you?”

I bit my lip, doing a poor job of containing my satisfied smile. “And if I did?”

He grinned back, his hand moving down to grab my throat. “Naughty little minx,” he said before kissing me once more.

As we kissed, Ryan’s hand snuck beneath my skirt. He found the shorts I’d worn underneath, which he slowly tugged off until they dropped to the floor. Only when I’d stepped out of them did he let me go.

“Come here,” he ordered, grabbing my hand and making me follow to wherever he was going.

He sat down on the couch, then tapped his leg. But when I moved to straddle him, he shook his head. “I want your pretty little ass in my lap. Lay down.”

My nerves picked up as I did as I was told, laying down in his lap. I found a pillow to rest my head on top off, then awkwardly waited for him to do what he wanted to do.

Slowly, savouring every moment, he trailed a finger along my inner thigh. I shivered, then bit my lip as that same finger reached my skirt. Like he was unwrapping a present, he trailed the fabric up and up, finally exposing my ass to him.

He let out a little growl at the sight. The panties I’d put on this morning were flimsy and delicate, the red lace doing a poor job of covering any part of me, really. He’d picked them out for me, and now he was reaping the reward.

“So fucking pretty,” he said as he groped and kneaded the flesh of my ass. I glanced at him over my shoulder, and he looked right into my eyes. Sweeping some hair away from my face and tucking it behind my ear, he continued, “Such a pretty girl you are.”

I gave him a shy smile, then opened my lips to reply. But what came out instead was a surprised yelp as Ryan’s large hand came down onto my ass.

Another followed soon after, and then another, and another.

I knew better than to fight him off, but I hadn’t done anything wrong to deserve a spanking. Not that I could remember, anyway.

And so I asked, “Did I do something wrong?” between the spankings.

Ryan shushed me, then continued going at it. I grunted with each slap, and as each one became harder and harder, it became impossible to contain the noises that came from my mouth.

I’d lost count at twenty slaps, and yet there was no end in sight. After a while, and after a particularly hard smack, I couldn’t stop myself from using my hands to cover my butt.

Ryan merely grabbed my flailing wrists, then effortlessly pinned them to my lower back before he continued.

I whimpered and writhed as he kept going, and finally, he mercifully stopped for a few moments. As he stroked my sore skin, he said, “You’re doing so well, baby. But you can take a few more, can’t you?”

I sniffed and nodded. I wanted to ask why he was even doing this, but I didn’t have it in me. Besides, I knew I couldn’t deny how wet I’d become from all this. The way the wet fabric of my underwear rubbed against me with every little shimmy and movement was more than enough evidence of that.

And then, as though I didn’t already know, Ryan said, “And you know you need only say peaches and we’ll stop, right?”

“Yes, sir…” I muttered, resting my cheek against my pillow. “I know.”

“Good girl,” was all he said before he slapped me again.

And he kept going for many minutes longer, so long that I had lost count of time as well. All I knew was the pain he was inflicting on me, and the pleasure that flowed through me as a result.

I was a masochist at heart, and we both knew I’d get off on this, but it still hurt like hell. After an especially rough slap, I let out a little scream just as my legs shook. Ryan paused for only a moment, gently rubbing my ass to soothe the sting, but then he continued.

It was the best kind of torture, but it was still torture nonetheless, and I wondered, through the fog of pain and pleasure, how I would even be able to sit down after all this.

“Such a good girl,” Ryan praised once more, then hit me again. “You don’t even know why you’re being spanked, and yet you’re still taking it like the good little girl you are for me.”

The praise warmed me, yet his admission that he was intentionally keeping me in the dark made me let out a small whimper as well.

“Your ass looks so damn beautiful when it’s all red like this. Did you know I’ve been wanting to do this all day?” Another slap, then a rough, possessive groping. “It was damn difficult watching you put on this cute little outfit of yours and not bend you over my desk then and there.”

I melted into the couch, breathing heavily as he continued.

A few more slaps, then he said, “Almost done, darling. Make me proud, okay?”

“Yes, sir,” I pushed out between gasps of breath.

“Good girl.”

It took many more minutes before he stopped. I only realized it was over when he let go of my wrists, then gently soothed and stroked my sore skin. I let out a shuddered sigh, then took several deep breaths to recover from whatever that was.

Finally, after giving me enough time to get my breathing under control, Ryan reached a hand between my legs.

I shivered as he pressed his fingers against the wet lace, then tucked it to the side to expose me. A moan escaped me as he pushed two fingers inside me, and I practically melted into the couch, like my body was giving itself entirely over to him and his touch.

Leaning down, he stroked some hair out of my face, then, while his fingers made slow and steady pumps in and out of me, he muttered into my ear, “Do you want to know why I spanked you, darling?”

I hummed and nodded, pleasure overtaking all my senses.

“It’s because I can, and because I wanted to.”

I frowned, then turned to look at him.

“It’s because you’re mine, baby.” His fingers pushed deeper as he said the words, and I moaned. “It’s because I can do anything I want with you and your body, even hurt you, and when I saw what you were wearing out today, I wanted to give you a spanking. So, that’s what I did.”

The way he said it, the way he was so blunt about it, like it was as factual as the sky being blue, made me clench. I always got off on his reminders that I was his, and yet this had been especially poignant.

I was his girl, and he wanted to hurt me, so that’s what he did. He didn’t ask me for permission, and he didn’t give me a reason as to why. He didn’t need to. He wanted to, and that was that.

And so when he leaned down to kiss me, I grinned and moaned. All of this—his spanking, his rough touches, his voice and his words—had made me reach the edge of my climax already, and yet I wasn’t ready.

Grabbing Ryan’s face, I whispered, “I need you inside me, sir. Please.”

I could feel his rough stubble move beneath my palms as he grinned wide, then kissed me once more. “You need what inside you?”

“Your cock.” Any shyness or hesitation had long since left me. “I need your cock inside my pussy…” I gasped as his fingers pulled out of me. “Please….”

Instead of answering, Ryan looked right into my eyes as he brought his fingers to his lips. He opened, sucking them clean as a masculine moan escaped his throat. I was entranced, so entranced that I didn’t realize we were kissing again until his tongue was deep inside my mouth.

Moments later, Ryan twisted us until I was laying on my stomach with my thighs on either side of his waist. I could feel how hard he was as he kneeled beneath me, unzipping himself. Moments later, I felt his cock pushing into me.

He didn’t pause or stop until he was as deep as he could get. I groaned at the slight pinch of pain, which served as yet another reminder that my body was his, and he could do anything he wanted with it. He reached down, grabbing the back of my neck with one hand and my wrists with the other, which he pinned to my lower back. Just to check, I tried wrenching my wrists loose, but I had no chance. And yet he still squeezed my neck until I squealed, like a punishment for even trying to.

And then he began thrusting. Slowly, at first, but it didn’t take long before his pace picked up. With nothing to hold onto, I was pushed into the couch with each thrust, and with nothing but my body for him to use as leverage, I felt his weight on me, pinning me down. Any thought of fighting back was crushed in an instant as I became pliant and prostrate beneath him.

“Fuck, you don’t even know what you do to me,” Ryan moaned. “I can never get enough of you, baby. Especially not this tight little pussy you have.”

I moaned at his degrading words, and I shimmied back a bit to get him closer and deeper. I needed to feel him everywhere, and I was dying to come while he filled me up.

“You feeling okay?” he asked after a moment, and I realized I’d grown quiet.

“Yes, sir,” I said. “Just feels so good…” The last word turned to a moan as he let go of my neck and reached beneath me to find my clit. The position made it awkward, and yet he kept stroking it, even when I became a writhing and moaning puddle beneath him.

“You’re close.” A statement, not a question. He knew me well enough by now to know my signs. “Do you want to come, baby?”

I eagerly nodded. “Please, I’m so close…” I made a whimpering noise as I teetered on the edge.

“Good girl.” He kept thrusting relentlessly. “You know I love to hear you beg…”

I did know. That was why I continued, “Sir, please, let me come. Please, please, please…I want to come with you inside me…”

Ryan gently shushed me. “You can come whenever you like, darling. My good girl…”

It didn’t take much longer. With the sting on my ass still burning, with his cock so deep inside me, with my wrists pinned behind my back, with his fingers rubbing my clit, and with his deep voice talking me through it, I had no shot of lasting even a minute more.

I shattered around him, clenching tight as pleasure overtook me. My legs locked up, then shook as a scream tore itself from my throat, and I felt so much—too much—with my body speared on his cock and with no hope of stopping the overwhelming pleasure that flooded me. It was only when I began regaining my senses once more that I heard moans from Ryan, followed shortly by the feel of him spilling inside me, as he always did.

After a moment, Ryan let me go, then slowly grinded into me. My body swayed with his movements, and we remained flush thanks to his grip on my ass, which he kneaded and groped to the point of pain.

And, of course, he gave it a few more slaps for good measure, even when I whimpered and shook with the pain of it. “You’re so beautiful when you’re in pain. Did you know that?”

I knew he got off on it, but the sincerity of his words still shook me, just a little.

“And when you’re scared…” He suddenly raised a hand, and I shook in a breath, bracing myself for the hit that never came. “Just like that.” He gave a sadistic chuckle, and I blinked and bit my lip. “So God damn stunning. The sight of that drives me fucking wild.”

I did my best to relax, even while his little speech made my nerves spike.

“And despite how much pain you’re in, you still let me hurt you, even when I’ve pushed your limits.”

“I like it…” I told him. I loved it, in fact.

“I know, baby. I know. But we both also know you’re letting me do this to please me. To make me proud. To let me show you who you belong to.”

That was also true, and as he said the words, I could feel his cock hardening inside me once more. I moaned, already feeling ready for another round.

But what I got instead was the feel of him pulling out, followed by him twisting me and pulling me into his arms. He hugged me tight, like I was the most precious possession he had in this world, and I melted into him as I sat in his lap, probably making a mess of his shorts as both our releases dripped out of me.

“I’m so proud of my girl,” he whispered into my ear. “You take everything I give you so well. And even when it’s too much, you still take it. My good little girl.”

He gave me a kiss to the top of my head, and I nodded. I could feel subdrop hitting me soon, and he could probably tell as well, so before anything else, he just held me and let me recover from the intensity of that.

As I recovered, he continued praising me, gently rocking me in his lap. It took a long, long while for either of us to move from that couch, and when we did, we showered together and then ordered food.

And when we finally sat down to eat, it hurt to sit, yet the pain just made me grin at Ryan. He gave a bemused smile back, but he didn’t question me. Only when we’d finished eating and put away our plates did he understand, for I straddled his lap, kissed him, and let him have me until the sun set many hours later.

I waited quietly in our bedroom; my hands folded in my lap and my gaze pointed down at the floor. Stood in the corner, there was little to do but wait as Rowan got ready. He removed his blazer, delicately folding it before placing it on our dresser drawer, then tugged off his tie. Once that was done, he rolled up his sleeves and unbuttoned the top of his white shirt, which made it really difficult not to sneak a few glances at him.

I could only see him out of my periphery, but even then, I knew he looked gorgeous right now. His dark hair had been swept back when he came home a few minutes ago, his beard neatly trimmed and his body filling out his suit in a delicious sort of way. The only reason I hadn’t dropped to my knees then and there was because he’d told me to wait in the bedroom for him.

Now, my hands clammy and my heart beating rapidly, Rowan walked up to me. He was a head taller than me, so when he cupped my chin with three fingers and slowly tipped my head up, I got an eyeful of his muscled chest barely concealed beneath his shirt.

“Hi,” I said as our eyes met. We were so in tune that we didn’t even need to announce we were in a scene. We just were, had slid seamlessly into one the moment he’d ordered me to wait here for him.

Rowan smiled, those full lips framed so beautifully by his dark beard. “Hi, darling.” His thumb grazed my bottom lip, tugging on it enough to open my mouth just a bit. His other hand moved to the strap of my dress, which he tugged then snapped against my shoulder. “I want this off,” he said darkly.

Still with my chin in his grip and our eyes locked, I reached behind me to unzip my dress, then slipped the straps off my shoulders, letting the fabric drop to the ground. I was left in only my lace panties, though Rowan’s eyes stayed on mine, as though he was locking me in place with his eyes alone.

It was working. Looking up at him, what little part of me considered disobeying quickly fell silent as I became consumed by him and only him. That familiar and welcome desperation to please him flared up, consuming me until all I wanted to do was be his good girl.

Finally, after several long seconds, Rowan looked down at my naked body. My nipples prickled under his attention as my chest rose up and down with each breath. I instinctively sucked my stomach in when he looked at it, a move which he shook his head at. Only when I relaxed did he continue looking down, his eyes turning dark as he passed over the black lace covering me, then down to my thighs.

After getting his fill, he looked back into my eyes. “You’re so damn beautiful,” he muttered, then leaned down to kiss me.

My mouth instinctually opened for him, giving way to him and letting his tongue fill me up. We both moaned into each other as I stood on the tips of my toes in a desperate effort to get as close to him as I could. His hands moved down to my ass, gripping it and lifting me until I was damn near floating, and only then did he stop.

I let out a whine as I was placed back on the ground, which earned me a chuckle from Rowan. “Don’t worry. We’re not done yet.”

Rowan grabbed my hand as he turned, leading me over to the bed. He sat down on the edge of it with his feet firmly planted on the ground, then all but threw me over his lap, my thighs straddling him.

As his arms wrapped around me, I felt so deliciously small and submissive. Sitting half-naked on his lap, being in his grip, feeling like his in every way was a high I would never grow tired of.

Once more, Rowan grabbed my chin, forcing me to look at him as he demanded, “Tell me who you belong to.”

We did this a lot, as a way of edging into the scene and as a way for me to show my devotion to him. But this time, for once, I decided I’d take it a little further.

“I belong to you,” I said sincerely. Rowan smiled, then opened his mouth as though to speak, but I continued before he could, “I’m yours, Rowan. I’m your pet, your good girl, always so desperate to please you.” His mouth closed, and his eyes narrowed with curiosity. “I’m your toy, your little plaything, there for you to use and play with.” I licked my lips, a motion he watched intently. I could already feel his cock twitching beneath the zipper of his slacks. “I’m your wife,” I continued as I lay my hand across his cheek, making sure he could feel the metal of my wedding ring, “your devoted partner, forever and always.”

I then leaned forward, placing my mouth against his ear. “I’m your slave,” I whispered. “I’m your submissive, your property, always obedient for you. Even when you order me to do something hard or degrading, I’ll obey, only because I want to make you proud.” Rowan’s grip on my waist tightened at the words, just as a low growl escaped his lips.

Finally, I pulled back, meeting his gaze once more. “I’m yours, Rowan. I belong to you.”

As though a tether had snapped, Rowan reached down between us to unzip his slacks. I lifted up a bit, allowing him space to pull them down enough for his cock to come out. It lay heavy between us before he tucked my panties to the side, then pushed me down onto him.

I groaned at how much he stretched me; at how deep he filled me. I was wet and desperate for him, yet it still hurt, because of course it did, but Rowan was relentless. Even when I was fully seated onto him, his grip on my waist remained firm, not allowing me any room to move or get comfortable. I simply had to take it.

And I loved it. The slight pinch of pain felt as though he was underlining everything I’d just said, serving as yet another reminder that I was his, above all else.

“You’re right, darling,” Rowan said, watching as my face contorted with struggle and pain. “You are mine         .” He kept one hand on my waist while the other moved forward to my clit, which he pinched just hard enough for me to shriek in pain. “My girl,” he continued. “Always there for me to fill, aren’t you? Always there for me to fuck until she screams.”

“God, yes,” I moaned, clenching hard around his length.

“Good girl.” The praise went straight to my core. “My good fucking girl.”

I moaned once more, and then our mouths were connected, his tongue delving deep into my mouth while I began grinding on him. Intense pleasure shot through me, every little movement reminding me of just how deep inside me he was. He groaned as I moved, his fingers rubbing at my clit in just the way he knew I went crazy for.

“You feel incredible,” he muttered against my mouth in between kisses. “This soft body.” His free hand roamed up and down the slope of my waist, squeezing every now and then. “This tight little cunt.” The fingers on my clit pressed tighter against me in emphasis. “This is mine, isn’t it?”

I knew what he meant, so I moaned out, “Yes, it’s yours.”

“Such a good girl you are, baby.” As though it was a reward, he gently lifted me halfway up his cock, then pushed me back down. At the same time, he placed my hands on his thick shoulders, silently urging me to ride him.

I did as he wanted me to, riding up and down as best I could. My legs were strained, not from exertion but from pleasure. Each thrust made me shiver, and with his fingers on my clit the entire time, I felt as though I might faint from the intensity of it.

Having Rowan’s muscled body beneath me was even more intense. I felt truly soft and pliable, like a sharp contrast between us. Being this man’s submissive, his good girl, felt so damn right.

“Just like that, baby,” Rowan groaned as I went a little deeper, a little faster. “You’re doing so damn well.”

I felt it, too, as pleasure washed over me. There was nothing but this; nothing but Rowan beneath me, his hands on me, and his cock inside me.

“Feels so…” I breathed. “…good.” I hugged him tight as I finished the word, and his hands moved down to grab my ass as I rode him.

I was so close already. The intensity and intimacy of tonight had pushed me to the brink, yet it still surprised me how quickly Rowan had pushed me towards my climax.

But I didn’t want it to end, so I kept quiet for now, just letting myself enjoy this for what it was. Rowan held me tighter, and I knew him well enough to know that he was getting close as well. His breathing turned heavier, he pushed up into me with a newfound desperation, and soon enough, I could do little but let him take me as I barrelled towards the edge.

“I want you to come for me,” Rowan grunted. “I want you to come around my cock at the same time as I fill you up. Can you do that for me?”

I immediately nodded, earning a kiss to the cheek and a muttered “Good girl” before his pace turned feverishly fast. His fingers rubbed my clit at the same pace as before, and within moments, I was screaming with pleasure.

My climax shattered me, leaving me a boneless mess on Rowan’s lap. My body broke out in shivers, intense pleasure consuming me, and Rowan held me tightly throughout. He finished inside me soon after, moaning so intensely into my ear that I immediately felt ready for another round of this.

Instead, as we recovered, I lay limp in his lap while he held me. His thick, muscled arms wrapped around me, keeping me close, while he whispered praises into my ear.

“Did you mean what you said?” he asked after a while.

I hummed into his shoulder, then mumbled, “What?”

“That you’re mine. And everything else you said.”

I leaned back, meeting his gaze. I’d meant it, but we both knew I’d played it up for the sake of the scene. Still, I said, “I mean it.”

That made Rowan grin, and he leaned forward to kiss me. “That’s my girl.”

I hugged him once more, letting the comforting feel of having him inside me lull me into relaxation. I could’ve fallen asleep here if only we didn’t have to clean up. But that would mean entering aftercare, exiting the scene, Becoming wife and husband once more.

So, for now, I merely hugged Rowan tighter and let myself be his girl for a little while longer.