He said the words and she felt his ass move into her hand as he carried out her order.
God, he was everything.
She moved back and grabbed the crop where she’d dropped it on the bed.
Then she went at him.
And she felt it drive up her pussy as he tipped for her, taking his crop, swaying forward with the blows, back to get more.
She gave it to him good and she gave it to him long but when the truncated grunt that surged up his throat shared he needed a break, as he swayed back, she didn’t strike another blow.
She shifted in the bed, took the folded-over tip, slid it to his crevice right to his hole and pressed in.
He pressed back.
That drove up her pussy too.
“Remember being bad, Branch?”
His tone was rough when he replied, “I remember, Angie.”
“You liked being bad, didn’t you?”
“Fuck yeah.”
She put on more pressure. “You liked making me say things, didn’t you?”
“Fuck yeah.”
She slid the tip of her crop up and down and said quietly, “I like making you say things too.”
He didn’t reply.
“How bad were you, Branch?”
“Bad.”
She took the crop away and struck him with it, harder than she’d been giving it to him.
She watched his jaw get tight as he swung forward then tipped back.
Yes.
He was everything.
“How bad?” she pushed, landing another blow.
“Very bad,” he forced out on a huff, rocking with the blow and again tipping back.
“Tell me,” she demanded, lighting another crack.
“I’ve been very bad, baby. Crop my ass.”
She did, ordering, “Tell me.”
“More, Angie,” he grunted. “Crop me raw.”
She kept going, watching his fingers tighten on the ropes, the posts swaying the headboard with his movements, commanding, “Give me what I want, handsome.”
“Been very bad, baby. Take my ass, it’s yours. Crop it. Fuck it. Use it. Strip it raw.”
She delivered another quick succession of blows before she dropped the crop and went in, fisting his cock at the front, spanking him skin to skin at his ass.
His head dropped back and he hissed out, “Yes.”
Her big boy liked his ass spanked best of all.
And she liked spanking it just the same.
“Is this my ass?” she asked, still slapping it.
“Yes,” he bit out.
She stroked him deep. “My cock?”
“Yes, Angie.”
“I’m gonna fill that ass, baby. Offer it again to me.”
He tipped back again immediately and she moved away, to the toys she’d already selected to choose from should she want them. She prepared the one she’d be using and moved in behind him.
“Stay in position,” she ordered.
“Yes, ma’am.”
She barely gave him time to rumble out those two words before she positioned the head of his toy where it needed to be, shifted in and, with one of her hands wrapped around his distended dick, her other hand on the toy, the base of it to her hips, she started gliding it in.
“Fuck, give me that,” he growled.
“Stay in position.”
She felt him straining, needing to thrust into her hand, shift back into her hips to take more of her up his ass, and she took it slow, stroking him and filling him.
Once she’d planted the toy fully inside, she cupped his balls in her free hand and whispered, “Stay in position, handsome.”
“Fuck,” he grunted.
She pumped his dick, lightly squeezing his balls, and he held for her.
She went faster, tightening her fingers in both places, and Branch, so damned perfect, held for her.
She watched him grit his teeth as she kept at him, a muscle jerking up his cheek.
And he held for her.
Finally, he broke.
“Ma’am,” he ground out.
“Who’s taking your cock?” she asked.
“You, baby,” he pushed out.
“Who’s filling you?”
“You, Angie. Untie me, I wanna come inside you with you up my ass.”
“No, handsome. I like to watch it too much when you blow for me.”
“Fuck,” he bit off.
“I’ll let you eat me after I tie you to your belly. But first you’ll give your cum to me.”
“Fuckin’ fuck,” he hissed, his hips slightly jerking. “Gotta do that now.”
Not quite yet.
“You like me doing dirty things to you, Branch?” she pressed.
“Fuckin’ love it, honey. Now let me blow, baby.”
She went faster, squeezed harder, pressed closer to his back and put her lips to his skin.
“Missed being inside you,” she whispered there.
“Me too. Fuck, Angie, me too. Nothin’ better than havin’ you buried deep. Now please, baby, fuckin’ let me come,” he grunted.
“Since you asked so sweet,” she kept his dick pointed down to the towel covering the pillow, “show me what I do to you. You can move, handsome.”
With that he thrust into her fist, his ass slamming into her belly, once, twice, three times, before his head shot back, his groan reverberated through the room and his cum gushed from his cock onto the towel as his body jerked and bucked in her hold.
She absorbed his orgasm, her clit humming, the hard buds of her nipples an agony of perfection brushing his back through her bra, and she gave his balls a gentle squeeze when the bucks turned to light spasms as his climax slid into the aftershocks.
She kept hold of him, fit close to his back, when he sagged into his bounds, his head falling forward.
And that was when she took them out of the simplicity of just living life, the natural progress that had earned her.
And she took a risk.
Releasing her hold on his balls, she swept her hand up until she found it.
The scar at his belly.
She felt his body still as she traced her fingers lightly across it.
“Angie.”
His voice was low, gruff, sated.
But it still held a warning.
She ignored that warning and trailed her fingers up, to the scars at his shoulder, and she caressed them, a part of him, therefore doing it adoringly.
He felt her touch.
And he knew what it meant.
“Honey,” he whispered.
“You know I want all of you,” she told the skin of his back, gliding her lips across a scar there too.
“Babe—”
“You don’t want to tell me, okay. I can’t imagine the stories are ones I’ll like hearing. But whatever made these, I don’t care.” She touched the scars and then down, to the one at his belly again, and down further, to the ones on his thigh, her fingers going right to them because she’d long since memorized their positions. “They’re a part of you and I want them. I want anything that makes you.”
She knew he’d turned his head to try to catch her eyes over his shoulder when she heard his “Angie,” but she kept her mouth to his back, lining another scar with her lips, and she kept talking.
“But if you want to give it to me, Branch, I’ll take it no matter what it is and I’ll want it too.”
To that, he said nothing.
She rubbed her nose against his back and slid both her hands up to his stomach, where she wrapped her arms around him.
“Now, I’m going to untie you and take away the towel. Once I do that you’re going to lie down on your bolster and I’m going to bind you again for me because I’m not done with you. Then I’m going to slide out your toy and slide in your jewel because it’s been a long time since I’ve seen me winking inside you and I want that back. Now after being filled this full, are you good to take that, baby?”
“Take anything from you, Angie,” he replied, quiet and gentle.
She fought back a smile even though the tone of his words gave her more, more that wasn’t just sweet, it was sad and sweet, she just refused to hear the sad part of it.
“Good,” she murmured.
“Angie—” he started but stopped when she nipped his back with her teeth.