And I loved that.
I started whimpering against his cock then automatically sucking.
I lost his mouth. “No,” he ordered gruffly, just that one word pounding into my sex.
I didn’t want to but I wanted his mouth back so I stopped sucking.
Deacon continued eating.
I couldn’t help it, I started sucking again.
I lost his mouth and felt the flat of his hand land sharp on the outside of my thigh. No one had ever spanked me and the sting made me tighten against the plug and my clit pulsed.
“You want consequences?” he asked.
I kind of did.
I licked him lightly and let him make of that what he would.
“Good girl,” he muttered, then went back to feeding.
It got so good I couldn’t help it and again started desperately sucking his cock, pushing against my restraints in an ineffectual attempt to move my head up and down, my entire body tensing, preparing for the release he was building.
I lost his mouth again and I also lost his cock as he slid out from under me.
“No,” I whispered then felt the bed move and my body move as he tugged the ropes and I lost the room I gained when he moved from beneath me. Again I was immobile.
“Consequences,” he rumbled then I felt the crack of his hand on my ass.
I couldn’t jump, but I could moan, and I did.
It came again, the plug up my ass making my spanking infinitely better, scoring fire straight to my clit.
Then it came again and again until I was unsuccessfully rearing into each amazing blow.
“My Cassie likes a red ass,” he muttered.
“Yes.”
He slid his fingers rough between my legs.
“Yeah,” he growled. “Dripping.”
“More, baby,” I begged.
“No, woman, you worked me up, you take my cock now.”
I did not protest.
Slow and careful, he slid the plug out and I moaned when he did.
It was barely gone before he drove inside my pussy.
I whimpered.
Deacon fucked me and he did it hard.
Then I felt the crack of his hand on my thigh.