Forbidden Love Romance by Penny Wylder
6
We retrieve our towels from the chaise lounge and she follows me back to my place. I push open the door for her and get a blast of the air conditioning. “I think that’s the best trip to the pool that I’ve had in years. Would you like something to drink?”
“Just water for now,” she says, leaning against the bar in my kitchen.
I pour her a glass and think. Words have been forming in my head, and I’m not sure they’re the right ones, but I’ve got to try. “Before we go any further, and I can’t think because I’m overwhelmed by the sex, I think we should talk.”
“About what?”
“About this,” I say, gesturing between us. “This dynamic that we have.”
She raises an eyebrow and flips her hair over her shoulder, making sure my eyes follow the movement. “Don’t you like it?”
“I do. But I’ve never done anything like this, and I think we should each get the chance to say exactly what we want. Then maybe we can decide if we need to set some rules.”
“Ever the businessman.”
I chuckle. “I like knowing the rules. I like knowing where the line is so I can judge when and where crossing it is okay.”
I come around the bar to stand next to her, and she pouts. “I thought we came up here to have sex.”
“We’ll get to that,” I say softly, placing my hand behind her neck and tilting her face upward so she’s looking me in the eye. “But first I’m going to tell you what I want, and you’re going to tell me what you want.”
“Okay.” Her pulse speeds up under my thumb, and I get a deep satisfaction from knowing that she gets aroused just by being near me.
I wait for a moment, holding her gaze so that I know she’s really listening before I start to speak. “I want you to do what I say, without question. If I tell you I want you to bend over and spread your legs, you don’t ask why, you just do it. I want you to trust that when I ask you to do something, I’m not trying to hurt you or humiliate you. When we’re having sex, or you think I might be commanding you, I want you to call me Mr. Foster or Sir.” I watch her pupils dilate as I speak, taking in my expectations for her. “Now tell me,” I say. “What do you want?”
“That,” she says breathlessly, and I feel her swallow, “I want that. And I want you to punish me. Every day, whenever you feel like it, punish me.”
“I’ll punish you if you’re a bad girl,” I say, smiling.
“I told you already, I’m always a bad girl.”
There’s that challenge again. I can see it in her eyes, the desire to play with me. And now that we’ve defined this, I know exactly what she wants and what she’ll let me do. It’s a heady feeling, this control. It’s not unlike when I make a risky business decision that ends up working out—it’s the same kind of high.
“Is that so?”
“Yes.” I stare at her until she drops her eyes. “Yes, Sir.”
I release my hold on her and step away. “My bedroom is back there. Take that off and get on the bed. On your hands and knees.”
She doesn’t hesitate, and I turn to watch her hips swing as she leaves. “Cora. If you need me to stop, or something makes you uncomfortable, call me by my first name.”
“Yes, Mr. Foster.”
Fuck, I’m completely hard again. I expected that, though. It seems like no matter what she does, Cora turns me on. And now I get to turn her on, slowly, quickly, however I want.
I don’t follow her into the bedroom right away. I get myself a glass of water, discard my swim trunks into the laundry bin. I like that she’s waiting for me, anticipating what I’m going to do, her only instruction to wait. I’ve had friends who played in this world, and I’d been intrigued but never motivated enough to truly try it. Now I understand. This dynamic—power play—it heightens the experience in a way I’ve never felt before. Maybe I just needed the right person to try this with, to show me why it’s amazing. Cora is the spark that lit the match.
She’s waiting just like I asked, and as I enter the room I can already see that her pussy is so wet that it’s glistening. That’s perfect. Placing one hand on either side of her ass, I run my palm along her faint bruises again. “I like this,” I say. “You waiting and open for me. I can see by the state of your pussy that you like it too.”
“Yes, Sir.”
She’s trembling under my hands, and I’m not sure whether it’s anxiety or anticipation. Maybe a little of both. I let my hand fall and watch her jump at the impact. “Do you like pain?” I ask. “Or is it the idea of being punished by someone that gets you off?”
“A little of both,” she says. “I love the idea and I always worry about the pain. But then I feel the pain and I always want more.”
I spank her again, in the same spot and harder this time. She gasps and it immediately turns into a moan which feels like it goes straight to my cock. “You know what I like? I like that I can give you a little pain and a little pleasure, and you’ll take it because that’s what I choose.” My hand falls again and she arches into my hand even as she cries out. “And you’re going to get both before I fuck you because I’ve been wanting to taste this pussy since I first saw you.”
Cora’s breath is coming in little gasps, and she stops breathing completely as I spank her with my other hand. “Show it to me.”
Her shoulders sink onto the bed and her ass is even higher in the air, legs parted so I can see that gorgeous pink which I didn’t get the chance to fully appreciate last night in my office. I reach out, circling her clit with my finger, and I watch her hands grasp at the bedspread. She’s more than ready, and so am I.
I taste her, and god, it’s like heaven. I use my tongue on her, tracing her lips and circling around her clit which I can feel swelling under my attention. Her hips are moving, trying to get more of her pressed against me, and I dip my tongue inside, teasing. I pull back long enough to deliver a stinging spank before consuming her again. That’s what it feels like—consuming her.
I drag my tongue all the way through her and up to her perfect little asshole where she gasps. I laugh, drawing away so I can give her three blows before I repeat the motion with my mouth. I do it again and again, making her writhe with the sensation as I wet her ass with her own juices. “Would you like me to fuck you here?” I ask as I lick around the taut edges.
“I don’t know. I’ve never done that before.”
“You might like it.” Another spank, another lick. “Maybe someday we’ll try it.”
She moans into the bedspread. “Yes, Sir.”
With one hand, I slip a finger deep inside her pussy, and with the other I ease my hand over her ass, already red from my attention, but I haven’t had enough. Not quite yet. “Just a few more,” I tell her, before landing five slaps onto her skin. Her voice is somewhere between a groan and a sob, but I feel the way her pussy clenches around my finger, milking it with her arousal.
I grab her hips, quickly flipping her over on the bed and sealing my mouth over her clit. Her hands find my hair, gripping it, urging me onward. Slipping lower, I use my tongue to fuck her, slowly bringing her to the brink. I love the way she’s gasping for air, saying yes, everything telling me she’s so, so close. She drags my face closer to her, and I feel her body go rigid, on the edge of pleasure. I don’t hesitate, pulling back and laying down five slaps in quick succession directly onto her pussy and clit.
Cora screams, her back arching off the bed as she comes, orgasm gushing from her and onto my hand. I put my mouth on her again, drinking her in, making the pleasure last, feeling the heat from where I struck her. She shudders under my mouth, the pleasure working its way through her until she collapses, spent.
“Fuck,” she says. “I didn’t expect that.”
“You said you wanted me to punish you,” I say. “You didn’t say where.”
Her chest is till heaving in the aftermath, and she locks eyes with me. “I’ve never felt anything like that.”
“Good.” I grab a condom from the bedside table and roll it on, climbing over her because she hasn’t moved. I slide my cock into her in one smooth motion and she gasps, and her pussy contracts around me, not ready for it. “Do you like that?”
“Yes, Mr. Foster,” she breathes, eyes glazed over with lust and pleasure.
I start to move, and it’s everything I’ve wanted. This perfect body squirming underneath me as I fuck her, red hair spread out over my sheets, breasts bouncing with every thrust. I slow down because I want to enjoy this. I don’t want to go too fast.
Leaning down, I press my lips against Cora’s but I don’t kiss her. There’s something unbearably intimate about sharing someone else’s air. And slowly we start to breathe together, in and out, just like the way our hips are moving together. I can feel the pleasure building from far away, like a distant storm on the horizon. But it grows, it rises, and Cora’s does too. She wraps her arms around me, clinging to me like I’m going to keep her from drowning.
And then I really am kissing her, our tongues dancing together as we move faster and I fuck harder and the pleasure builds until it’s all I can see, all I can think about. Cora is touching herself between us, and I see the moment when her eyes go wide, mouth open in a silent scream, pussy gushing around my cock, and she takes me with her.
I come and it’s like lightning sizzling through me, there and gone, but the aftermath is bright and loud and I’m not sure if I’ll ever be the same. Aftershocks are running through Cora. I can see the way the muscles in her stomach are still jumping, and she’s still squeezing me. I lower myself down beside her—careful to keep us connected—and take another kiss from her.
“That was an excellent encore performance, Cora.”
“Thank you, Sir,” she grins. “You weren’t so bad yourself.”
We breathe in silence for a minute before I get up to deal with the condom and lay back down. That was the best sex I’ve had in years, possibly ever. And the fact that Jack’s daughter would be the one that I’m fucking still blows my mind. His twenty-year-old, still in college daughter. Who’s beautiful and brilliant and everything I could ever want even though we’re a lifetime apart.
“What do you want to do, Cora?”
She laughs. “If you’re asking me what I’d like to do next, I have a few ideas.”
“I mean, what do you want to do with your degree?”
“Oh,” she gets quiet for a moment, thinking. “I’m honestly not sure. With my degree you can kind of end up anywhere. I’m a nerd for the actual physical aspects of computer science. The computers themselves, the coding. I didn’t go to school for it because I had…a goal that I wanted to accomplish using computers. I chose it just because I love it.”
I turn over on my side so I can see her better. “Nothing wrong with that. I think sometimes passion is better than a concrete goal. You don’t have to worry as much because wherever you end up, you’ll be happy doing what you love.”
“Yeah,” she says, “that’s true. I think ideally I’d like to be in development. App, website, game, whatever. I like watching the code evolve. For me, it’s like painting.”
“I never thought about it like that. I always visualize something like…I don’t know, gears. Like the thing I’m designing is a watch, and every single piece has to be perfectly in place for it to work the way it’s supposed to.”
“Yeah,” she bites her lip. “We’re total nerds, you know that?”
I nod. “Yes. It’s a good thing we’re both hot and have amazing sex.”
“That we do.”
“For the record,” I say, leaning closer, “I like the nerdy just as much as I like the sexy.”
She smiles a small shy smile. “Thanks. That’s always nice to hear.” Cora gets off the bed, and starts to walk out of the room. “Where do you think you’re going?” I ask her.
She turns, eyebrow raised. “I was just going to get that glass of water I left in the kitchen.”
“Good,” I smile at her, “because you said you had no plans tonight, and I’m not nearly done with you.”
“Of course, Mr. Foster.”
