As we stood in the hallway the sexual energy that crackled between us was at an all time high. The air was so thick with tension it was stifling. By the time Ranger had his apartment door opened, I could barely breathe. Seemingly unaffected, he closed the door, stopping at the console table in the entryway to deposit his keys, wallet and phone. He took my clutch purse from me and placed it alongside his things. His movements were almost businesslike as he placed his hand low on my back, guiding me into the living room. When we reached one of the armchairs he turned to me, his eyes locked on mine, making sure he had my full attention. He reached behind him and with one hand pulled his sweater off and over his head, laying it over the back of the chair. He took a seat and removed his shoes and socks. The more skin he revealed, the warmer I felt. When did I start to find feet sexy? Well I guess they were Ranger's feet. There wasn't a single part of him I didn't find sexy. Before I knew it, he was standing to remove his belt. He didn't just slide it out of the belt loops, rather he held his left hand at his waist and braced the belt against his wrist as he yanked the belt off in one sharp pull, the leather creaking before ending with a snap.
My breath hitched as I watched him. Jesus, that was sexy. What was he going to do with the belt? Was that for me? I'd assumed the spanking was going to be delivered by his hand, but was he going to use the belt? Oh god, was he gonna tie me up with it? A flush started at the middle of my chest and worked its way through the rest of me. Once again I was stunned by my reaction. I wondered if there was anything he wanted to do, to or with, my body that wouldn't turn me on. I swallowed hard, meeting his gaze. Reading the look on my face, a slow grin appeared on Ranger's, "Not tonight babe, I don't think you're ready for that quite yet." I couldn't help the tiny bit of disappointment that flared. 'Not tonight' he'd said, leaving the promise of maybe someday hanging in the air. That thought helped to soothe the disappointment.
Ranger's eyebrows rose just slightly, obviously noting my reaction. He laid his belt on top of the sweater, his eyes never leaving mine. Once he was down to his dress pants, and what I knew to be the boxer briefs underneath, he gave a slight tilt of his head, indicating it was my turn. A small part of me was nervous, a bit bashful, but the rest of me was vibrating with anticipation. From the moment he'd delivered the initial smack to my ass at the restaurant, a spark had been ignited in my belly, the fire growing and now it threatened to consume me. My initial shock at my reaction to him wanting to spank me had waned. There was no apprehension now, just desire. I couldn't wait for my punishment, and I knew it was going to only inspire me to continue to pull on the tiger's tail in the future. Ranger hadn't let me down yet when broadening my horizons, and I didn't think this was going to disappoint either.
I took a deep breath to calm my body as I brought my hands to my shoulders, slowly running them down over my breasts to my waist. Reaching inside my dress I undid the buttons that were holding it closed. I kept my eyes on him as he watched my every move, his eyes dark and hot. Slowly opening the dress, I revealed the full lingerie set to him. He gave a low rumble of approval as I shrugged my shoulders and allowed the dress to fall down my arms, turning to lay it across the back of the chair with his things. A feeling I couldn't quite name bloomed in me as I took in our intermingled belongings, the clothes on the chair and the things we'd left on the table by the door. Turning back to meet his gaze, rather than feeling embarrassed or exposed, I felt powerful. The look on his face made it obvious he was very pleased with what he saw. If his face didn't give it away, what had developed behind his zipper certainly did.
Taking a step towards me he placed both hands on my shoulders, running his thumbs over the black elastic straps of my bra. His hands shifted as he used two fingers to slowly trace the straps down towards my breasts before skimming the top edges of the cups which were barely containing my nipples. They were hard and almost painfully tight, straining against the gray lace. All four fingers trailed underneath my breasts before shifting so he could cradle their weight in his palms, his thumbs rubbing back-and-forth across my nipples. He flicked his eyes up to mine, his voice a rich, deep rumble of appreciation, "Pretty." His comment brought back the memory of him making the same comment about a lime green thong I'd been wearing as he checked over a wound high on my leg. His words caused the same reaction now as they did then. I felt myself go wet, but this time there was nothing between my legs to hide my reaction. I squirmed at the sensation and made a concentrated effort to not melt into a puddle at his feet. Picking up on my movements and their meaning, his right hand left my breast, sliding down my torso and between my legs. His eyes still locked on mine he slid two fingers through my folds finding proof of what his words had done to me. Pulling his hand back, his fingers took a moment to trace circles around my clit. He brought his now wet fingers to his mouth, sucking and licking them clean, a low, rumbling sound came from his chest, "Mmmm," signaling how much he enjoyed his little treat. Holy fuck. His eyes moved back to my chest as he hooked a finger in the outer corner of each cup and slid them towards the center pulling the lace below each breast and exposing me to his view. He rubbed my right nipple in circles with his thumb while he leaned over to take the left in his mouth. The warmth and heat of his lips and tongue made me shudder, my knees nearly buckled at the sensation as he switched from my left side to my right, licking and sucking before he stood and forced himself to take a step back from me. He growled, "Fuck, you look amazing," before taking another step back. Nodding, he signaled for me to continue.
Knowing that teasing him always boded well for me, I held his eyes as I brought my own hands up to cup my breasts before taking my nipples between my thumbs and forefingers, rolling them before giving them each a small tug. My eyes drifted closed as a rush of desire hit me. I heard his growl and snapped my eyes open and back to him. "Now" he ordered, his voice even, controlled, but with a hard edge, clearly reminding me that he was the one in charge. I nodded my assent and ran my hands around to my back to unhook my bra, allowing it to slide down to my elbows, and then off. He took it from me and laid it over the back of the chair, his civilized movements at odds with the wild look in his eyes. He was working extremely hard to keep himself under control. I bent at the waist to slip off my heels but stopped when he barked, "The shoes stay on." I shuddered and stood slowly, my eyes returning to him and I nodded, I didn't trust my voice and this dynamic was new. It was as if there was something magical about this game and I didn't want to say or do anything that would break the spell.
He took a moment to calm himself before taking my hand and leading me over to the back of the couch. He gave me a soft kiss, his lips just briefly rubbing back and forth over mine, his tenderness at odds with his body language. While he was clearly enjoying his role, he wanted to be sure I was as well. He pulled back and searched my face, looking for any trace of hesitation. Finding none, he took my hands and placed them on the back of the couch. I was far enough away that my body was almost bent at a 90° angle. Standing to my side, he brushed my hair back and away from my face, over the opposite shoulder, exposing my neck. Leaning in, he began placing warm, wet kisses along my neck and shoulder, his hand running down my spine and over my ass. He continued to run his hand over my body in a gentle caress as he moved to stand behind me. Letting his fingers slip beneath the small strips of lace that framed me he groaned in appreciation of the view. Both hands settled on my hips as he stepped closer to me, rolling his hips, letting me feel just how much he liked it. The fabric of his pants rubbing against my bare ass was yet another reminder that he was still partially dressed while I was nearly nude. He was the one with the upper hand, the one in control. I shuddered as I felt a tightening low in my belly. One hand slid over my hip and down between my legs, finding me even wetter and more ready for him. His breath hitched and he let out a low growl of approval. As he traced teasing circles around my clit, he stretched himself across my back, his warmth and weight adding to my pleasure. "You want this." His voice was husky and self satisfied. It wasn't so much a question as stating the obvious.
"Yes." My answer came out on a moan. He let out a low growl in response. Standing upright again he slid his hand back around to my ass, caressing and cupping both cheeks in his large hands. I couldn't believe I was enjoying, no craving his eyes on me. I'd grown up in the time of supermodels that looked like prepubescent boys and was always self conscious of my curves, especially my ass, which I was led to believe was too much, too big, not attractive. Not only did Ranger like my curves, he celebrated them, worshiped them, both with his words and his actions. He made me feel confident, beautiful and for the first time, comfortable in my own skin.
I could feel rather than see him move off to my left slightly as he began a circular motion with his right hand moving across both cheeks, it was soothing and arousing at the same time. Just when I was starting to relax, I felt the first sharp slap of his palm. As he landed the first strike I groaned and gripped the back of the couch hard, my back bowed slightly, desire skittering through me. His left hand came up low on my abdomen to hold me in place, his right hand already rubbing away the sting. Before I could catch my breath, a second blow landed in the same spot.
"I love your ass," he murmured as his hand dropped down so he could run his fingers in the crease where the bottom of my ass met the top of my thighs. Moving his fingers to the crack of my ass he cupped my whole left cheek and gave it a squeeze before massaging it gently. His voice was thick and rough, "It fills my hands perfectly." I relaxed into his touch, enjoying his words of appreciation when another sharp smack landed, this time on the other cheek. A gasp escaped at the shock before I moaned and leaned back further into his touch. He continued in the same manner, his hand delivering a sharp smack before rubbing and soothing the sting. I could feel how wet I was and shifted my weight, trying to get some friction between my thighs to give myself some relief. He stilled my movements with his left hand, which was still positioned on my front, right above where I needed it to be. Two sharp blows landed in succession as he growled, "No. You don't come until I make you come." I shuddered, both from the blows and from his command.
His right hand slid across my backside to my hip as he moved to stand behind me once again. He was practically purring as he used both hands to caress and soothe before leaning down to press kisses all over what I was sure was my very red skin. His lips trailed lower as he dropped to his knees, his hands on the back of my thighs, urging me to part my legs to accommodate him. He groaned as his tongue came out and he began to lick me. I was so turned on that even the top of my thighs were wet. He teased and tortured me with his tongue, running it the length of me before using it to flick at my clit. I rocked my hips against his face, letting out a whine of protest as he moved his tongue away. My complaint was cut short as he shifted to plunge his tongue inside of me. I let out a shriek at the new sensation. He growled in response and the vibrations transferred from his throat into me. I let my head drop, too dazed to hold it up. The view did nothing to settle me.
Between my legs I could see Ranger, most of his face obscured as he pleasured me. I could see his chin as it came oh so close to rubbing against my clit and the muscles in his throat working hard, swallowing as he continued his assault on my pussy. My eyes trailed down the rest of his body to find him kneeling, now naked. When did that happen? His lack of clothing did nothing to tip the scales of power. Being under his control made my whole body ache with need. I could feel his left hand clamped on my thigh but his right hand was wrapped around his cock, stroking himself in time with his tongue as it moved within me. Jesus. I felt dizzy, faint. This was so beyond anything I'd ever experienced. Yhe want within me overtaking everything, making me forget everything, even his command. My one thought was that I needed to come. I was close, so close. Just one more thrust of his tongue… As if he could read my thoughts, he pulled away, reminding me that he alone was in control of granting my release. "No, no, no!" I squinched my eyes closed and sobbed in protest.
Trying to hold back tears of frustration, I barely registered his movement as he stood and grasped my hips before plunging into the hilt. This time the tears did come, but they were tears of relief. Thank god, the end was in sight, I could see the light at the end of the tunnel. I waited, my body vibrating, expecting him to pull back and thrust into me again, but he held himself still, his cock buried as deep as he could go, the tip nudging my cervix. I squirmed in his grasp, but he held me tight to him, "What did I say?" He demanded. But I couldn't think, couldn't form words. I was balanced on a razor's edge, completely consumed with need. I was in a desperate state and could only sob in response. He didn't pull back, he held my hips tightly as he rotated his slightly, drawing a moan from me. "I decide when you come. Do you understand me?" I could only manage to nod my head. Satisfied, he pulled back, sliding himself all the way out, I whimpered at the loss, the emptiness threatening to crush me. He rocked his hips back towards me, this time letting his cock slide between my lips and up to tease my clit before pulling back, dragging himself back through my folds again. "What do you want?" His voice demanded, "What do you want me to do? I need words. Tell me what you want me to do to you."
I let out a gasp, willing to do anything, say anything if he would just make me come. I tried to speak but my voice was low and raspy. I swallowed and tried again, this time the words came tumbling out, I begged, "I want… I want… I need…" I swallowed again and tried to focus, "I need you to fuck me." My voice trembled, just like my body. He rocked his hips forward this time sliding home. Once again he stilled.
His voice was rough, trying to hold onto his control. "How Babe? How do you want me to fuck you?" He pulled back, nearly all the way out before slowly sliding back in, his grip on my hip lessening, his movements gentle, tender. His voice was softer this time, but with a teasing tone, "Like this? Is this how you want me to fuck you?" He kept up his slow, maddening pace which did nothing but frustrate me. My head thrashed in frustration, he knew damn well what I wanted and this wasn't it.
"NO!" I shouted, my voice echoing off the walls. Stilling his movements, he'd pulled nearly all the way out, I could feel just the head of his cock at my entrance. I was at the end of my rope. My voice was harsh as I demanded, "No. I need you to fuck me hard." I turned my head sharply, pinning him with a look as I ordered him, "I want you to fuck me like you own me." The look that crossed his face was nothing short of feral. With a wicked grin he gripped my hips hard again. He slammed into me with such force that I had to use my arms to brace myself against the back of the couch or we were both going to topple right over it. All the air rushed out of my lungs as he continued to fuck me with long, rough strokes. "Yes, yes, yes !" This is what I wanted, needed, craved. My body tensed and tightened as I rocked my ass back into him, meeting his thrusts. A low keening sound came from my lips as I closed in on what was bound to be an epic orgasm. My body teetered on the edge of oblivion, ready, waiting for his permission.
"Now." he roared, slamming into me, hitting that perfect spot, causing the damn to break. I cried out at the sensation as my body clenched around him, everything tightening to the breaking point before shattering, the tension releasing in waves, traveling outward. He stilled his movements, holding me with one strong arm wrapped around my waist, keeping my body tightly pressed to his. Before I'd completely recovered he loosened his hold and resumed thrusting into me. This time his pace was more measured, not lazy by any means, but lacking the ferocity that had forced me over the edge. He'd let me come, but he held off his own release. He wasn't done with me yet. I just hope I survived. With his left arm holding me close to him, his right hand was free to roam. I felt his fingers travel up my side before he palmed my breast. Continuing the steady rhythm with his hips he teased my nipple, rolling it between his fingers before giving it a sharp tug. A gasp escaped me and I clenched around him again. "Fuck," he let out a long low groan in response.
Something in his voice made me turn to look at him. This time he didn't meet my eye. His gaze was singularly focused downward watching his cock move in and out of me. I'd noticed other times when we'd been together that he liked to watch. The first time I'd seen it was one morning when he was above me with my knees draped over his elbows. The position allowed him to go so deep that I'd closed my eyes at the sensation, it was almost too much. Until that point, he'd insist I'd kept my eyes open, so he could look in my eyes as I'd orgasm. Locking eyes as he made me come was the most intimate thing I'd ever experienced. When he didn't immediately demand I open them, I'd been surprised. When I did pry them open, I found him looking down at our bodies, watching as he rocked his hips, fixated at the point where we were joined. For the first time in my life I watched too. It was mesmerizing.
The memories just fueled the throbbing sensation that had started low in my belly and was spreading. I'd just orgasmed but I was desperate to come again, but I wanted him with me. My voice was rough as I taunted him, "Nice view?" I'd just calmed enough to breathe somewhat regularly and here I was poking the bear, well I guess more accurately the bear was currently poking me. I may have pushed my luck a little too far because he looked up grinning like the devil himself.
His voice was smug, "The best. I get to watch myself fucking you, seeing how wet my cock is from being inside your pussy." Holy hot flash Batman. I should know better than to think I could tease him and not have him return fire. Proving his point, he dropped his eyes once again. I shuddered, my body taking over when my brain couldn't come up with a retort. Inflamed by our exchange his thrusts came harder. Not finished with his retort he purred, "And in this position I get to see your perfect ass." A flush went through me, my head began to fog and became too heavy for my neck to hold up. Now my view was as good as his. I could see him penetrating me, over and over. I groaned and felt more than heard the low rumble that he emitted, obviously pleased with himself. Rather than stopping at pleasing himself he of course zeroed in on my gratification. His right hand moved over my hip and zeroed in on my center, the rhythm of his hips never skipping a beat. His fingers slid between my folds, splitting to slide around either side of his cock, allowing him to touch both of us as he glided in and out, the heel of his hand rubbing against my clit. I don't know if it was the feeling of what he was doing to me, the sight of his hands on both of us or the growl that came out of him that caused my whole body to tremble and then clamp down on him, a new flood of wetness coating his cock. "Christ," he growled at my reaction.
I was close again, nearly there, as I tried to grind myself into his hand to finish myself off. Snatching his hand away he scolded me, "Not yet." Like a petulant child I whined at the loss. He landed a quick sharp slap on my ass, a quick reminder of my role in all of this. I clenched again, but in surprise this time, but the feeling quickly morphed into pleasure. Encouraged, his thrusts came harder. The hand that had been between my legs settled once again on my ass, his thumb sliding between my cheeks. Already slick, his thumb teased me, alternatively rubbing in circles and pressing against my opening. In the past, with others, this would have made me flinch, made me freeze or panic. Broken trust caused by selfishness had caused deep scars. But as with everything else, being with Ranger not only allowed me to relax and find comfort in his touch, he aroused desire in me in ways, in places that continued to surprise me. Moaning, I moved back against him, leaning into his touch.
Emboldened by my reaction he began to pound into me, his voice was deep, sexy, "The best part of fucking you in this position is having you like this, desperate for me," He flexed his thumb, "And thinking about someday, when you'll let me take you there and you'll lose your mind at how good it feels." My body shuddered at his words, his cock driving into me, forcing me higher, everything coiling tighter. "Now" he demanded as he buried himself in me, making my body bow, jerking my hips back hard and forcing the tip of his thumb into me. Immediately my body contracted, the new stimulus proving too much and sent me spiraling over the edge. As my body convulsed in pleasure I felt Ranger follow, his body shuddering as he came. My vision blurred and my limbs went slack. I felt his left arm tighten around my waist as his right came down over top of mine, clenching the back of the couch. He kept my body from hitting the floor, saving me once again. My last conscious thought: my hero.