The moment she did it she instantly regretted it. She had a habit of pushing her luck. He called it “Poking the bear”. She’d never heard the phrase before but somehow it seemed to fit. It was her way. She knew if she pushed it up to a point it would lead to a spanking, maybe he’d even use his belt on her if she was really lucky. Tonight though it was different…….
It had started much the same as any other night he came to stay. He’d walked into her house, greeted her with his customary few words of “Hiya lassie”. A man of few words but as always, an affectionate warmth behind them all the same.
He was dressed, as usual, in his trademark black. Tight black jeans, her favourite studded leather belt, black biker boots, faded Motley Crue t-shirt and his battered old leather jacket. She always teased him about being an 1980’s throwback but the truth was it suited him. It was understated, rugged and masculine.
She had done her usual when he got in and launched herself at him. She was always pleased when he came to stay, indeed she hated the fact they couldn’t spend more time together. He seemed to wince slightly but continued just to hold before shaking off his rucksack and jacket. He pulled off his faded t-shirt and she instinctively buried her face in his chest hair, inhaling his scent. Her eye was drawn to the bright ring which adorned his left nipple.
And that’s when it happened. She knew she shouldn’t but she was just not able to stop herself. She took it between her teeth, all the while looking up at his face and yanked it firmly, in truth a little more firmly than she had intended!
His face didn’t react at all but she felt his body stiffen instantly. For an agonising few seconds time seemed to stand still. She knew she’d gone too far. She dropped to her knees at his feet and bowed her head. “I’m so sorry” she said over and over. She looked up at him, the bastard was smirking! “Don’t apologise” he muttered, “I know what a brat you are and you wouldn’t be able to resist the temptation”. She should have known, she thought to herself, Him and his twisted sense of humour!
He backed away from her uttering a single word, “strip”. She knew better than to push her luck by speaking any more and was quickly naked and back on her knees, head bowed before him.
There was no sound from the room except for the sound of her breathing and his footsteps on the laminate floor. He paced slowly, deliberately round her submissive form in front of him. Watching, gauging, taking in every breath, every little movement of her body. She had no idea how long this went on for. She became aware of him standing just in front of her. She didn’t even look up as she heard the unmistakable sound of his belt being undone. She felt herself flush and her heart beat faster. This was exactly what she craved. She jumped as it clattered to the ground in front of her, quickly followed by a large length of perfectly plaited rope. She was doing her best to contain herself when she became aware of him stopped in front of her. She could feel his eyes burning into her.
She looked up at him, his face was a picture of concentration but still had his slight knowing smirk. He had his large knife in his hand and she could see he was scoring and nicking the leather end of a very large crop. He looked down at her “Aww, did you think I was going to use my belt lassie? That’s only for when you’re a good girl. Do you think you’ve been a good girl?” he asked her, his voice positively dripping with sarcasm.
She dropped her head once more, refusing to give him the satisfaction of seeing her disappointment. He placed the end of the crop under her chin and raised her head so she was looking at him. His demeanour had suddenly changed. “Assume the position” he growled quietly and firmly.
She was about to protest but she thought better of it. She moved herself into position over the sofa and waited for what was coming. He, as usual seemed in no hurry. He seemed content to let the burning ache build up inside her to the point where she would beg. Indeed that seemed to fire him up even more.
She looked round at him. He was still dressed in his jeans but had removed his boots and socks. She turned her head back and he chose that moment to bring the crop down hard against her exposed flesh. She screamed and swore as it connected. Oh how she hated the concentrated sting of the crop but the mix of pleasure and pain was already taking over her. “What have I told you about unladylike language lassie”? he growled at her. “ You told me it will get me fucked twice as hard you sadistic bastard!” she screamed back defiantly!
He laughed, a deep growling laugh “You learn damn quick and I love that defiance in you!” he said.
It spurred him though. The crop connected in a series of rapid hits. She said nothing, she was determined not to give him the satisfaction. Even as the first orgasm hit her body she remained composed. Daring him in her own way to push further. She wanted to scream a stream of obscenities at him, she wanted to goad him but her best defiance was to show him nothing. Another powerful orgasm hit her. He seemed to sense this and stopped. She knew exactly what he’d be doing at this moment. He never had a camera when they were together but she knew he’d be taking a mental picture of the marks he’d placed on her. Storing them for future use as he put it!
She heard rustling as he took off his jeans.
“Well my little smart arse”, he muttered, “you’ve had your fun, time for me to take mine”. She groaned as without warning she felt his weight on her and him inside her. She knew, the mood he was in that this would be anything but gentle and so it proved. He was growling again, in his primal, have to have you right now mood. She felt the fire building again in her as he slammed hard and fast inside her. He had a fistful of her long hair in his hand. Oh how she wanted to cum right now. She felt his speed building, his full weight now fully pinning her to the sofa. Her body was screaming for him to say the words. She didn’t know how much more she could take then he yanked her head back and growled in her ear “cum for me now”……….
They both collapsed onto the sofa. Both panting, even he had a trace of a grin on his face. He held her for a while before standing up. She stood and made to move to the kitchen. “Where do you think you’re going?” he asked. “I haven’t even started with you!” In an instant he grabbed her and threw her over his shoulder, slapped her ass hard and started walking to the bedroom. She screamed, partly from surprise, partly from laughing. She was a big girl but this was his party trick. She knew his back would be sore in the morning but she knew the quiet dark man meant exactly what he said.