His Pretty Toy by Shanna Handel

Chapter 5

Ashe

He’s going to spank me.

I’m trembling just thinking about it. I’ve never been spanked by a man before, having a vanilla life up till now. I’ve been told I give a good blowjob, I enjoy being taken hard and fast from behind, but that’s about as kinky as I’ve gotten.

Now I’m shaking, the cool air rushing over my naked body. My lips are sore, my mouth still tastes of him using me.

The toes of my shoes dig into the carpet as I rest my upper body on the bed. My ass is perfectly presented to him. For him to do whatever he wants.

I should be terrified. I should run.

Tendrils of fear crawl down my spine making chill bumps rise on my flesh, but I don’t run. I don’t move. I lie over the bed, obedient, curious. Is there something wrong with me? A flaw dwelling deep in my soul that keeps me pinned to this bed, wanting to feel the sting of his wrath?

I keep my thighs pressed tightly together. No need for him to know how wet his first punishment made me.

“Spread your legs.”

So much for hiding from him. I swallow down my false sense of modesty, overwhelmed by an intense sense of shame as I part my thighs. The cool air caresses my hot sex, wet with arousal for him. The scent of my turned-on body reaches me. I want to bury my face in the bed.

“Beautiful.” His finger trips lazily down my spine, sending shivers shooting over my skin. It trails down the cleft of my ass. I freeze, my pussy clenching as his wandering finger strokes the entrance to my ass. White heat flashes over my face.

I can’t believe he’s touching me there.

“Shame you’re not ready for me tonight. Otherwise, I would take you here.” He presses against my tight muscles. I try to hold back a moan and fail. “I’m guessing you’re an ass virgin.”

“You guess right.” And a sex on a yacht virgin, a spanking virgin, and a sleeping with a stranger for money virgin. Wryly, I ask, “What gave me away?”

“You’re responsive, curious. Yet so shy. You tense up too much.”

“Sorry,” I murmur. I must be terrible at this whole, being his paid entertainment, his dressed-up toy… thing—am I even giving him pleasure? A sick twist of shame fills me as I wonder if he’s disappointed with his purchase. Why should I care?

“That’s okay. I’ll teach you to relax.” His hand comes down in a sharp spank. The sound echoes through the room.

I want to jump out of my skin, the pain is so shocking, but I sense he wants me to stay in place, and I do. A whine rises in the back of my throat as the sting travels over my curves.

“Now don’t tense up or I’ll spank you again. I’m going to finger your asshole.”

“What?” My head flies back as my ass cheeks simultaneously clench together.

“Tsk, tsk. Naughty girl.” His hand comes down two more times in quick succession, filling the room with a cracking sound and sending pain shooting through me.

“Ow.” I wiggle my hips, wanting to dull the fiery burn. That gets me another smack.

I still, sucking breath between my teeth.

He sits beside me on the bed, his hip against mine, the fabric of his trousers rough against my bare skin. He wraps an arm around my waist. It’s heavy against me and makes a feeling of submission well in my chest. His other hand smooths over my curves. His finger finds my sex, dipping in and swirling to gather my slickness. “So wet for me, pretty girl.”

Shame. So. Much. Shame.

I’m so turned on, my nipples tight against the bedspread, my breasts heavy, my sex throbbing for his finger to return. But he’s got other ideas. His slick finger travels upward, finding my ass.

My ass is still burning from his last swat. I try to relax.

He presses against my ass, pushing his thick, lubed finger past the tight ring of muscles.

“Oh! Um… uh…” A warm wet feeling pulses through my sex, another wave of arousal dampening my thighs. It feels so strange to have his finger inside my ass, but it turns me on, making my sex feel empty and hot. The muscles of my sex clench together, wanting to be filled.

“Bad girls get their bottoms punished.” He pushes in all the way to what feels like his first knuckle. “Inside and out.”

He slides his finger slowly inside my ass, pushing, pushing till he’s all the way in.

I let out a deep moan. “Oh, my god.” My hips move against the bed as I shamelessly try to find some sort of friction.

He slides his finger out, giving me a sharp spank. “What happens to pretty girls who make me wait?”

He’s going to make me say it… out loud.

I can’t.

My throat feels tight and I swallow hard.

His finger finds my ass, thrusting forward. The sensation makes me gasp, my asshole burning from his rough entrance.

“Answer me.”

The words come rushing from me. “Oh, my god… you… sp-spank them?”

“That’s right. I spank them till their bottom is red and hot and sore. I spank them until they’re apologizing with pretty words and tears on their cheeks.”

Before I can think, his finger is out of me and his hand is crashing down on me. He spanks me hard and fast, peppering my ass with stinging swats. He spanks me over and over, alternating cheeks, aiming his spanks higher then lower to cover every inch of my poor curves.

The pain spreads until my entire ass is on fire. I can’t think. I can’t breathe.

I’m not above begging.

“I’m sorry I made you wait. I am!” My toes curl in my shoes; my fingers gather the covers, squeezing them tight. Tears spring into my eyes from the pain.

“Good girl. But I want to hear more.” He keeps spanking me.

I don’t know how much more I can take, but what choice do I have? Not only am I pinned to the bed, but I’m also here of my own free will.

The spanking hurts, my god, it hurts, but at the same time, my sex is aching with desire. My ass burns, and I burn… for him.

I think I know what he wants from me.

Because I want the same from him.

“Please, fuck me. Fuck me hard and fast. Punish me with your cock.” The words don’t even sound like mine, they’re so filthy.

His hand pauses as he lets out a low moan. “What a very good girl you are.”

It’s exactly what he wanted to hear.

It scares me how naturally the words came to my lips. Like I wanted to say them. Suddenly, I’m wondering if I’d stay even if there was no money.

My body is so alive, electricity pulses through it. He strokes my hot, punished ass and it throbs, making my pussy throb even more. His palm grazes over my sex, gentle pressure gliding down the width of it, stopping just at my clit. The heel of his palm digs against the entrance to my pussy, his long fingers make a wall, pressing against my clit, applying pressure, but no friction.

I want to move my hips, to rub and grind against his hand. To shamelessly hump his hand, the bed, anything that will give me relief, but my ass is still on fire and I’m not yet ready for more of his harsh spanks.

I whimper, “Please, please, fuck me.”

“With pleasure.” He stands from the bed, his weight lifting from the mattress.

There’s the sound of a condom unwrapping and I’m not sure I’ll make it in the time it takes him to get it on, but I want it on him so I wait. I press my forehead, damp with sweat, against the bed and moan. My fingers tighten around the covers, my palms are sweaty too. I lie on my belly and I wait.

His hands grip my hips, pulling me up with one powerful movement until my knees are resting on the bed. He’s so strong, I feel like I weigh nothing as he moves me. He gives my ass a punishing slap, then grips my hips tighter than before. The head of his cock presses against my entrance. “Beg for it. One. More. Time.”

My words are a whisper, the need growing inside me. “Please. Fuck me.”

“I’m going to fuck you harder than any man has ever fucked you before.” His fingertips sink into my flesh.

Oh, my god, please, yes.

But when the full length of his cock slams into me, I reconsider every one of my pleading words. “Oh! Oh, my god.”

He’s so big and I’m so tight, my pussy burns as it stretches to accommodate him. I feel a fullness all the way in my belly and a tightness forms in my throat from how deep he is inside me.

He doesn’t give me a moment to recover from his harsh thrusting. He just goes for it.

“Oh, my… god!” I hold the blankets so tight I’d be worried I’d tear them if I could think of anything other than his massive cock slamming inside me. He holds my hips, his fingers digging in my flesh. He holds me so tightly, I know I’ll find circle bruises tomorrow.

My mouth gapes, my eyes rolling back in my head as he slams into me again and again.

I’m burning, it hurts. I want to cry out but I ride out the pain. Soon, it turns me on, becoming a burning ache of desire. The pain turns to pleasure, my body finally getting that delicious friction it craves. My clit rubs up against the bed with each powerful thrust, making stars burst behind my eyelids.

“I’m going to come…” I breathe.

“No.” His hand strikes what he can reach of my ass. “Unless you want to feel my belt.”

“But… but… how do I…”

“We come together, or you don’t come at all. Understand?”

What the fuck? How do I stop this climax that’s building inside me? I squeeze my eyes shut tight, holding back a whimper.

I’m so close…

“Now.”

Thank god.

He moves inside me, three quick fucks and an explosion tears through me, ripping me to pieces. Just behind that burst of an orgasm, another one takes hold, building quickly. My breaths come in pants, the tightening in my core almost unbearable.

He fucks me two more times and that climax bursts, shuddering through me. He pulls me tight to him, holding me there as he gives his own moan of victory. We collapse against the bed.

He goes to the bathroom to deal with the condom and I do a quick swipe test. No trace of his cum—good. When he returns, to my surprise, he pulls me into him, our sweaty limbs tangling. I rest my head on his chest, this stranger who I know nothing about.

“Stay,” he says. “Spend the night.”