She picks out a rubber paddle, has me strip down and lay on the bed. She gives me ten swats that were easy to get through, as she was scared to hit me too hard.
She's so sweet and adorable, it was hard not to laugh when she brought the paddle down the first time. I think my amused smile over my shoulder at her made her realize that I didn't feel it was a punishment, because the next one was harder but still nothing compared to what I've experienced.
By the tenth swat, I merely rolled onto my side, "Do you feel rectified now?" I ask her and she just merely bites her bottom lip and shakes her head.
"You didn't make a single sound of protest." She pouts.
I chuckle at her, "You held back on your swats."
"I didn't want to hurt you!" She exclaims, rubbing her arms, still gripping the paddle.
I lay back on my stomach, "I'll give you five more, make them count."
*THWACK*
"OH! See that's better." I smile at her over my shoulder.
*THWACK*
"Shit! Now, we're talking!" I say a little more enthusiastically as the paddle bites my ass.
*THWACK THWACK*
"FUCK!"
*THWACK*
"OH shit.... damn..." I take a few deep breaths as the last three actually made my ass hurt.
"I hurt you didn't I?" Sarina's panicked voice hurries to my side, dropping the paddle on the ground as she climbs on the bed next to me.
I prop myself up on my elbows, and turn to her, with a smile, "Those last three were a little much, but I'll live." I pull her over to me sitting back up on my knees, "We'll work on teaching you how to build up to those kind of hits, but I'm proud of you for trying again."
She shakes her head, "I don't like hurting you though."
"I can take the pain."
"But I still don't like it. I prefer the sounds you make when I'm pleasuring you." She bites her bottom lip again, rubbing her hand over my bare chest.
"We need to get you out of these clothes." I mutter, a thought coming to mind. "Stand up, give me a moment. Stay dressed for the moment." I instruct her and grab my phone and hook my music to the blue tooth speakers. Lana Del Rey's West Coast comes on and I take a seat on the lounge.
"Strip for me." I lean back comfortably, waiting for her.
"I've never done anything like that.." She starts but quickly changes her direction, "But if it pleases you, Sir." She stands in front of me and begins to sway her hips and unbuttons her slacks. She shimmies out of them, careful on stepping out of them. She's now in what she was wearing in the office earlier today.
She turns and rocks her hips, letting me watch her barely covered ass shake in front of her. Her hands pull up the hem of her top, slowly dragging it up, revealing her skin and bra. My cock is standing straight in attention, ready for her, as she undoes her bra. She turns and drops it to the ground, her hands covering her large tits, as she dances closer to me. She only releases them to straddle my lap, rubbing her self against my cock.
"Do you like these?" I ask, referring to her panty hose that cover her.
"They are alright, why?" She asks, rolling her hips against me again.
My hands work themselves against her crotch, pressing against her clit. She moans and rubs herself against my hand, closing her eyes. I rip them open and pull her over my cock in one swift move, making her gasp.
"This was why." I smirk and thrust up into her, making her grip on to me and cry out.
"Oh fuck!"
"Yeah that's right baby, take it." I whisper against her skin, pulling her farther down on my cock. Feeling her tightness resist me at first, but as she settles on it, it feels like the perfect fit.
"Fuck, you feel so good inside of me." She moans as she bobs her body up and down on me.
"Yeah, fuck, I love the way you feel on me." I gasp as she starts to go faster. She slows down and begins to kiss me, her tongue caressing mine, before I nip on her lips playfully. I grip her ass, rocking her back and forth on me, knowing how much she loved it.
Her groans of pleasure against my lips have me smiling. She pulls back from my lips and stands up off of me, leaving me wondering what she was doing. She kicks her heels off and takes off her ripped panty hose and straddles me again. She plunges right down on my cock taking the breath from my lungs.
She begins to ride me fast and hard and I feel myself about to pop. "Sarina!" I try to warn her to slow down, but she just rides me faster, like she was was operating a jackhammer. I can't stop myself, my balls releasing their load as Sarina hums her delight.
"Oh... I guess you really do love the way my pussy feels on your cock." She purrs, milking me with her pussy. She chuckles proudly, tossing her hair over her should with a flick of her head and leans forward to kiss my breathless lips.
"Damn it.. you made me cum too soon." I whined like a child who was forced to share his toy, pouty lip and all.
She sits back and laughs, eyes raised in disbelief, "Are you complaining?" She crosses her arms across her chest, smiling.
"No." I pout, "I don't like cumming without making you cum first. I take great satisfaction in making sure you get your satisfaction first."
She uncrosses her arms and leans forward running her fingers through my hair, "Oh, I know you're very giving with those, but sometimes maybe I want that same satisfaction. Especially, because I know, that it takes more than one to satisfy you." She rocks herself on me and a chuckle breaks from my chest.
"I don't think I could ever get enough of you." I lean forward and kiss her chest, gripping her hips and pulling her closer to me. "I'm finding I crave you more and more, every day." I pull her lips down to mine and softly moan at the taste of her lips.
She giggles and pushes herself up and off of me. "Come on let's shower and get clean." She takes my hand and pulls me to the bathroom. We take turns, clean each other off, turning each other on getting hot and bothered teasing each other. I turn off the water and we dry off, before I pick her and she wraps her legs around my waist, kissing each other like sex starved teenagers.
I have her pressed against the wall, ramming into her, her screams of pleasure filling the air when a knock comes at the door. I don't stop, feeling her getting closer to her climax.
Shouting to the door, "NOT NOW!" I slam into her and she screams, her climax rocking through her so hard, she digs her nails into my shoulders.
I walk her to the bed and lay her down, covering her with the sheet, and grab a towel to wrap around my waist.
I open the door and find Simon there. "No Simon you can't join." I tell him.
"Is she covered?"
"Yes? WHY?"
Simon presses into the room and locks the door behind him. Leaning close he whispers in my ear.
"Lance had to come down here to take care of Lucy. She's flashing a contract that she's got with your signature on it."
"WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK?!!" I'm fuming, "How the fuck did she get that?"
"How the fuck would I know? She's fucking tripping if she thinks she'll get away with this though."
"Lance thinks she photocopied your guy's old contract because he knows your preferences have changed. He asked me to come and get a contract between you and Sarina so he can compare and prove that she's lying. The 'friend' she came with is demanding proof of her manipulating the situation."
"This fucking psycho bitch! She's just kept our old contract like that and had it ready?! What the hell?!"
"What's going on?" Sarina sits up and covers herself with the sheet.
"Don't worry, doll. Like I said earlier, that nasty tramp from earlier is just trying to make trouble. We'll have this cleared up in no time." Simon smiles at her, "Sorry for intruding, too. By the sounds of it, you were having a blast!" Simon winks at her, making her blush and hide her face.
I smack Simons arm, and give the universal gesture of, Really?
"What? Well, I'm not lying! Everyone could hear it the second they stepped into the hall. You should have seen the look on that bitches face though." Simon whispers but smothers his laughter when I glare at him.
I grab a contract and quickly fill it out, sign it and take it to Sarina. "I need you to sign this, please dear."
She uncovers her red face and takes the paper and signs it quickly before handing it back. I hand it to Simon and lock the door after he leaves. I turn to see Sarina staring off into space her brow furrowed and looking pissed.
"Hey, Babe, don't let this ruin the evening. She's just causing problems to get attention." I say climbing into the bed with her.
"I'm trying." She turns to me and caresses my cheek, "She's worse than tick in blind spot though. I know from personal experience." She shakes her head and curls up into my arms.
"Do you want to leave and go to my place? Or yours?" I suggest.
She nods with a light smile. "Yes, let's get out of here. We've had some fun, we can come back another night to play with other things another time."
"You know, we can take what ever you want with us? I've already paid for all of the items in those drawers."
"We can?" She asks looking excited.
"Yes we can."
"Okay..." She smiles sweetly at me and pulls me in for a kiss. She pulls the sheet over our heads and whispers, "No peeking. I'll let you know when you can come out."
She giggles and takes off out of the bed and I hear her opening up drawers.