Your cock is beautiful – 10

When I released her face, she leaned in again for a second, but paused before going too far. She slumped her shoulders and nibbled her bottom lip. My cock twitched against my boxers. I loved her reaction to my command, immediate and unquestioning.

I moved back a little more and looked at her, studying her whole body. Again, she seemed to pose for me, moving her arms behind her back and pushing out her chest. She did look sexy in it. She looked incredible.

“Take it off.” I said.

She moved to obey, but slowly. She reached up and slipped the light, loose straps off her shoulders, before slowly pulling the whole thing up over her head, and dropping it carelessly to the floor.

It had done its job, and gotten my attention. Now she was letting her body impress me.

I sighed as I took in her body, naked except for her black panties. Her full, firm, D cup tits, topped with rock hard nipples. Her flat, lightly toned stomach. Sharp hip bones, long legs, and flawless skin. She was beautiful. I’d had sex with her just a week ago, but somehow it was more intense like this. In the low light and silence, she looked so much more erotic. Or maybe it was just because of what I was planning to do with her.

I leaned down quickly and took her right nipple in my mouth, licking and nibbling it gently, while I grabbed her left one with my fingers and started pinching it. She gasped in surprise and let out a delighted little moan of pleasure. She brought her hands up to my head and ran her fingers through my hair.

I pulled back, slipping my right hand under her waistband, and slid my fingers along her wet pussy lips. For all we’d done, I suddenly realized that I was still so inexperienced, and I’d never touched her like this before. I ran my fingers up until I thought I could feel her clit, and put a little pressure on it. She pursed her lips and moaned a little, bucking her hips forward. She put her hand against my arm and gripped it tightly, but still didn’t speak. I didn’t know if I was doing it right, but there’d be time to figure it out later.

I pulled my hand out of her panties and brought my wet fingertips up to her lips. She hesitated for only a second before taking my fingers in her mouth and gently sucking them.

“Tell me what you want, Mia.” I said, sliding my fingers out of her mouth.

“Fuck me, please…” she whimpered quickly, “I’m so wet, please, oh my God…”

I smiled.

“Get on the bed.” I said.

She let out a squeal of excitement and rushed past me. As I turned I saw her jump on my bed and settle on her knees in the middle, bouncing gently. Laughing at her obvious joy, I leaned down to slip my pajama bottoms off . When I looked at her, she was staring at the obvious bulge against my black boxer shorts.

As I approached the bed, she turned quickly and got under the covers, then kicked them off, revealing her body again. I got on the bed and knelt over her. It was amazing how even on her back her big boobs still held most of their shape.

I pulled my waistband down, freeing my slowly growing cock from my boxers. Her eyes widened and she let out a small moan when she saw it, as amazed as ever by its size. I lay over her and pushed my cock against her panties. I brushed the tip against her damp crotch, enjoying the strange, soft feeling of the fabric.

I slowly pulled her panties to the side and began to stroke her pussy lips up and down with the tip of my cock, thrusting slightly against her now visible clit every time I reached it. I kept this up for a while, watching as she grew increasingly impatient and frustrated, wriggling her hips and gripping my bed sheets tight.

It was hard to keep control. My cock was so hard now, so ready, but I wanted to keep teasing her. She lifted her hands up beside her face and started curling and uncurling her fingers in frustration, gripping at the air. She closed her eyes a few times, turning her face away, but her gaze always came back to mine, silently pleading.

After several more agonizingly long minutes, I gently pushed the tip against her pussy, but stopped before entering. She held out longer than I expected, but I only had to repeat this two more times before she finally broke.

“Yesss…” she moaned, “Please, please fuck me, please…”

She’d done it. She’d spoken without permission. I grabbed her roughly by the hair, and she let out a squeal of surprise.

“I told you not to talk.” I growled, pulling hard.

“Ahh yesss, fuck me, please, oh God…” she muttered, wincing with pain.

I clamped my other hand over her mouth and twisted her hair in my grip. Her eyes finally met mine as she realized what was happening.

“Shut. Up.” I said, letting anger creep into my voice.

She let out a little whine against my hand, then fell silent. I held her there for a while, enjoying the look of complete panic in her eyes.

I eventually released her, only to grab her jaw, digging my fingers into her cheeks.

“What did I say?” I asked.

I relaxed my grip so she could talk.

“I’m sorry…” she whispered almost silently, “I’m sorry, I forgot, I-“

I tightened my grip again, cutting her off. I brought my face close to hers.

“Answer me, slut. What did I say?” I asked.

I let her go.

“You…” she squeaked. She cleared her throat and continued. “You said I can’t talk…unless I’m answering you.” she said, her voice shaking.

“So why did you talk?” I said.

“I don’t know, I’m sorry, I’m sorry…” she trailed off.

I could see her eyes starting to glisten with the warning of tears.

I pulled back from her completely and got to my knees. I tucked my hard cock back into my boxers, forcing it to lie horizontally to make it fit. I closed my eyes and started to rub them with my fingers. I was planning to act frustrated and angry, but I was surprised to feel that I actually was a little angry. I’d always planned for her to fail my command, but it still pissed me off that she had.

I looked back at her. She was terrified, like she was awaiting a death sentence.

“Turn around.” I said.

She looked confused, but slowly rolled over on the bed, not daring to speak again.

“Tuck your knees in,” I said, “Push your ass up.”

She slowly acted to obey me, folding her knees under her and pushing her face into my cushions. She was still wearing her panties, and I could see the dampness of her crotch even from behind.

I slowly pulled her panties down to her knees, and she let out a little gasp as her wet pussy was exposed to me. I moved behind her, and she let out a long sigh as I grabbed her ass hard with both hands. She really had a great ass, so round and firm. I’d started noticing it more on those occasions when she wore tight jeans to school, and I knew I wasn’t the only guy who watched her from behind. I was just less obvious about it.

I squeezed harder than I had before, enjoying the sensation of her soft flesh in my grip.

She sighed as I released her, but then suddenly, without warning, I slapped her right ass cheek as hard as I could with my open hand. She squealed and gasped in surprise, but didn’t speak.

“Mia…” I said, “I want you to listen to me. You disobeyed me, and I’m going to punish you. I’ve hit you once…and I’m going to hit you nine more times.”

I’d rehearsed this over and over to myself. I wanted to seem confident and imposing. I wasn’t threatening her, I was just calmly letting her know what was going to happen.

She let out a little whimper of fear, and her body shivered.

“But you need to understand something,” I continued, “This doesn’t have to happen. If you don’t want me to hurt you, you’re free to leave whenever you want. You’ve always been free to leave… But if you do, I’ll be…well… even more disappointed with you.”

She slowly turned to face me. Her expression was magnificent, so sorrowful and panicked.

“You don’t want to disappoint me, do you?” I asked.

She slowly shook her head. She looked miserable.

“Answer me, Mia.” I said.

“N…no. I don’t…” Her voice was shaking. She was on the verge of tears, “I don’t want to disappoint you.”

She sounded so sincere.

“So you have a choice to make.” I said softly, “You can leave now and avoid the pain…or stay, and accept your punishment.”

“I’m sorry…” she whispered.

“I know, Mia. I know you’re sorry. But you still have to be punished.” I said firmly.

She turned her head and lay down on the cushions again. The situation had changed so quickly. She’d been so eager, so joyful before.

Did I really want to do this to her?

She stayed silent for a little while, before whispering something so quietly I couldn’t hear it.

“What?” I asked.

She let out a deep breath.

“I’ll stay.” she whispered.

My heartbeat quickened and I could feel little jolts of adrenaline shooting through my body. This was another new step forward in our relationship, another way for me to dominate and control her…and she was staying.

I definitely wanted to do this to her.

“You want to stay? You want me to hurt you?” I asked.

She nodded silently.

“Answer me!” I said. I couldn’t stop my excitement leaking into my voice.

“I’ll stay.” she said slowly. “I…I want…you to hurt me…”

I slid my hands up into my hair and threw my head back. I had to stop myself laughing, screaming, jumping for joy. I couldn’t believe this was really going to happen.

“Good girl.” I said softly, trying to calm myself. “If you want me to stop you can just say so, and I’ll stop. But then you’ll have to leave.”

She nodded again, and I could see that tears were beginning to form on the edges of her eyes