JENNIE
Lisa's expression was determined, but as she peered down at me, her face softened. She reached out with her other hand, grazing her fingertips over the line of my jaw. Her thumb brushed over my kiss-swollen lips.
"Is this your fantasy, or mine?" she asked quietly.
I edged forward, setting my lips against her firm column of flesh. "It's ours," I whispered.
She groaned her satisfaction and grew louder as I took her in my mouth once more. Up and down I pumped on her, sliding her wet dick between my lips. I had to clamp a hand around the base of her to steady myself once her hips began to move and thrust toward me.
It was hard to breathe hunched over her, especially since I'd been out of breath before we'd even started, but I focused on my goal. If I could give her one-tenth of the pleasure she'd given me, it'd be worth it.
The connection between us had been tender, but as I spun my tongue over her, things began to shift. Her short, shallow breaths were urgent, and tension coiled in her leg beneath my hand. Everything started to feel . . . needier. And darker.
And raw.
Had she reached a breaking point? Lisa yanked me off her and hauled us both up to our feet. I was dizzy with the abrupt movement, and as I tried to get my bearings, I fell forward, bracing my hands on the bed. Wait, I hadn't fallen. She'd pushed me.
Lisa's voice was deep and sexual. "I shouldn't have let you do that. You're such a bad girl."
Heat licked at my center, responding to her accusation. She was absolutely right. I was bad, and right now? I wanted to be very, very bad. When I tried to push off the bed, she set her hand in the center of my back and shoved, sending me face-down against the mattress.
"Say it," she commanded.
Every muscle in my body tightened with excitement, and I squeezed the words out. "I'm a bad girl."
"Yeah, you are." The back of my dress began to lift. Up the fabric dragged, leaving the backs of my thighs cool in the open air. "Making me want you, when I can't. When I shouldn't." She seemed to be grumbling to herself. "Making me feel guilty when I jerk off thinking about you."
I let out a gasp. I knew what that looked like because she'd shown me, and an incredibly sexy image splashed in my mind—Lisa lying in bed, working herself over in a furious pace, thinking about me.
"But I can't stop," she continued. The dress was hiked up on my hips, exposing the intricate lace covering my ass. Her strong hand fumbled over it, and then dipped down. It lingered between my legs, brushing a single knuckle over my aching center. I moved against it, rocking my hips to try to find relief. It was so sexy the way she just stood there, letting me undulate against her hand.
"What happens to bad girls, Jennie?"
I froze. I hadn't realized we were playing a game, and now it was clear it was my turn. My move. I could answer any way I wanted. Tell her bad girls got sent home, or put in time-out . . . or fucked.
I balled the sheets into my fists, closed my eyes, and pressed my cheek to the bed. Hopefully she wanted the answer I was going to give.
"They get punished," I breathed.
It was immediate. There was a whoosh of air, and the smack of skin registered before the sensation of her spanking did. The sting radiated up my backside, rippling outward. I bit down on my bottom lip. No one had ever hit me before. Not Felix, not my mom, and certainly not the father I'd never met.
"You deserved that," Lisa said in a seductive tone, "didn't you?"
"Yes," I panted.
It was like my body knew what to do, and I surrendered to it. I arched my back, jutting my ass up, wordlessly demanding more. I tugged at the sheets, clenching them to my face, and stifled the urge to beg for it.
Her second strike had no warning and stole my breath. It hurt, but only for a moment, and then sweet relief washed over me. When she spanked me, it drove all the guilt away, and I craved the release from my emotions as badly as I did an orgasm.
Lisa was breathing hard, and I pictured her looming behind me, my green dress billowed around my waist and my legs trembling against the bed.
"Do you need another?" Her voice was uneven and hard to interpret. Was she nervous she'd gone too far, or desperate for more like I was?
I couldn't find words, so I bobbed my head vigorously. I pushed back toward her, eager to receive it. It didn't escape me how twisted our actions were, her spanking me like I was a disobedient child. Was I one, in Lisa's eyes? Felix and I were the same age.
I didn't want to be thinking about my ex. Only the need that had me bursting at the seams. I swayed my hips, inviting Lisa to lay her hand on my skin and make me burn. Only I had to wait a lifetime in agony before she delivered the blow.
Finally, it came. A whimper of pain escaped from me and was followed by a sob. "Again," I pleaded.
"This is . . . fucked up," she said, but then her palm seared across my ass with a loud slap. And another. My skin was hot and irritated under the lace panties, but it felt weirdly good and really fucking turned me on. I moaned my approval.
The spankings slowed yet grew more intense. In between the slaps, her hands smoothed over my heated skin, massaging and teasing. She raked her fingernails over the lace, and I wiggled against the sensation. It felt good, but also balanced on a knife's edge of being too much.
She tugged the waist of my panties up, forcing the fabric deep into my cleft and giving her more skin of my bare ass as a target. Her spankings were sharp, but she struck me right in the center of my cheeks, and it didn't hurt now. At least, if it did, I was too far gone to care.
I groaned and rolled my hips, rising to meet her tempo, and I didn't recognize the throaty voice as my own. "Whose fantasy is this?"
She exhaled loudly. "Ours."
I moaned my agreement and pushed up to rest on my forearms, so I could straighten out my back. What would it feel like in this position?
There was the sound of rustling as she moved, but no slap came. Her fingers dug into the sides of my panties, wrenched them down until they were stretched between my knees, and her breath rolled over the backs of my legs.
One deep, quick lick of her tongue made me jolt. "Oh!"
She did it again. A lightning-fast pass of her tongue over my clit and it detonated fireworks. I flinched at each staccato lick she gave me, and whimpers poured from my lips. It was too much and not enough. Teasing me to the point of being mean.
It was a new form of punishment, and my head spun. I loved it and hated it.
The spankings had built me into a frenzy, and all I needed now was one long push to make me fall over the edge. Her tongue slashed at me while her palms ran up and down my legs, tracing every goosebump she'd created on me. I moved, gyrating against her face, but she kept perfect control and drew away when I tried to get what I needed.
I reached a hand back behind me and clenched a fistful of her hair, desperate. "Oh, please," I begged. "Make me feel good."
She went after me then like a man dying of hunger, and I cried out, my supporting arm giving way as pleasure rocketed through my center. My chest slammed against the bed as Lisa braced my hips and closed her lips around my clit.
The explosion was instantaneous.
Our moans mixed together, although mine overpowered hers. I quaked beneath her mouth, shuddering through the blistering orgasm and lingered in the fog of the pleasure, barely aware of anything happening around me.
Noises registered. A thud, the crinkle of foil ripping. Lisa's t-shirt, still warm from her body, dropped onto the bed beside me. And then she was there, nudging. The tip of her hard dick pushed and intruded, one delicious inch at a time.
"Oh, Jesus. Oh, God," I babbled through my short gasps of breath. "Yes, that's it."
Her sigh was heavy with satisfaction, and I felt it mirrored inside me. She slipped deeper as her hands grasped my waist and pulled me back onto her. All the way until her pelvis was pressed flat against my ass, and she was so hard inside me I couldn't see straight.
We stayed motionless, me bent over the bed and her standing behind, just breathing and enjoying the way it felt. Fuck, it felt so good. She throbbed inside me, and my body squeezed in reply. And even though we weren't moving, blood thundered through my veins. My pulse sped along, banging loudly in my ears.
I might die from this woman. It was an impossibly dramatic thought, but it felt real. Lisa's command over me was absolute, and I wondered . . . would I survive her?
There was only one way to know. I reached a hand back and put it on her hip, trying to send a signal I was ready. She grasped my elbow in one firm hand, and then the fingers of her other dug into my scalp, right at the base of my ponytail. She pulled me up off the bed, arching me like a bow and drawing her hips back slowly—
Only so she could slam into me, so deep and hard, it bordered on pain. Flashes of white danced in my vision, and I grunted, but I loved her rough thrust.
"You like that?" she asked darkly.
"Yeah."
She did it again.
And again. Her hold on my hair began to ache, but I said nothing. As her tempo picked up, her grasp on my arm tightened, drawing me further back toward her so my spine was shaped like a U. She pounded into me, our bodies slapping together with a punishing, angry rhythm, and it was sexy. I listened to the sound of us fucking and grew wetter and hotter.
"Fuck, your pussy is insane."
I nearly came right then. No one had ever talked to me like that. If anyone else had said it, I would have shut down, but her dirty words and rough actions were the perfect combination of sin. I felt used, which was exactly what I needed. It was what I wanted from her.
She drove her cock into me, pushing me to the brink of what I could take, but never crossed over to being mean or cruel. She'd been having sex for at least twenty years, and she'd definitely learned a thing or two on how to do it.
My whimpers of enjoyment swelled and grew frantic. Tingles raced up and down my legs. Every inch of my skin felt alive. The slap of her body against mine hit all the right spots, inside and out. My mind focused in on a single need, the desperate release of tension.
"Oh," I gasped.
"Uh huh," she encouraged. "I'm gonna come. You're going to make me fucking come, Jennie."
I went first, her only a few erratic thrusts after me. Sensations blasted up by spine and rippled across my skin, leaving me weak. Lisa released me, and we collapsed forward, her heaving chest crushing mine to the sheets. Her rasping breath filled my ear, stopping only for a moment while she pressed a seductive kiss to the side of my throat.
She came down off her high faster than I did. "I'll be right back." It sounded teasingly light from her, but I caught her meaning. "Don't go anywhere."