TWELVE

F lower ~ Choosey Lover

"Would you like to see Asa tomorrow?" His question rings in my ears as I freshen up in the ensuite bathroom. Of course, I would like to see my son, whom I haven't seen in two weeks. My excitement of finally smelling his sweet baby smell that's fast fading as he grows more and more every day, almost bows me over. The only thing competing with it is the pure unadulterated lust and rage I see in Akchiro's eyes.

I close my eyes at the way his eyes flared when I whispered, "Yes."

I cringe thinking of how my pussy got wet just from the way he bit his lip stepping to me. I was trying to be brave holding my ground, not moving when he came closer still. All my courage fled when I felt his big, hard dick pressing against my tummy, taking a step back.

He caught me, dragging me close. Dipping his head until his breath brushed my throat. "You know I'm going to have to punish you, don't you?"

Swallowing hard, I could only nod. "I need to freshen up."

He nodded stepping back, letting me pass.

I know he's wondering what's taking me so long. Oh nothing, just me having a massive, fucking breakdown. I press my fingers to my eyes trying to stop the tears. Trying to get myself to calm down. A few slip through before I can calm myself enough, my mind tripping to the past no matter how much I try to stay focused on the here and now. Who we are now…

Thinking back to our first time, how scared I was to tell him I was a virgin. Afterwards, I felt silly because he was so good about it—so good to me. He was so sexy and gentle. He loved he was my first. Treated me like I was treasured from the moment he finally pushed inside me and everyday afterward. He cherished me until the day I left him. When he found me in New York, he cherished me more. Showing me, he was worthy of the gift I gave him. Showering me with adoration —forgiveness.

The fact that I've been with him hundreds of times should make this night as easy as writing my name, but I've only been with this person, this version of him—his dragons, less than a handful of times. This mean, ruthless, merciless villain has only taken me a few times. This is the side he hides. The side he never wants to show me. He thought he'd scare me away. He thought when he took me that night after he saw me hugging Marchellis, the reason I left was because of how forceful he made love to me. The fact is, I loved it. It was him finally breaking out of that cold, implacable suit of armor he always wore. Takeda's train their sons to be like samurai, master warriors in all things. I would never ask him to change what he is just share his true self with me.

Even after we got back together and reconciled; after we found out we were pregnant with Asa, he's never allowed himself to be like that with me again. I knew it was in him the whole time. Had anticipated him eventually showing his true self. The part of him he reserves for business, and retribution. He never did.

I think that's why I always felt like he was holding back. Like our marriage wasn't complete because he never revealed this part of his nature to me. I don't know if it was out of preservation of our marriage, thinking he'd scare me away. I think that part of him is so sacred, or maybe he feels like I didn't deserve to know. Like I haven't proven myself enough to see the real him —that he couldn't trust me with who he really is. Was I not his safe space like he was for me? Did he think I'd judge him for who he really is? Not love him the same way he loved me through my frailty, through my faults. It matters little now, because from the look in eyes, he's shedding all pretense of goodness and love. I must remind myself there was no love in his eyes.

"No matter what he does or how he makes you feel it's not love," I whisper, looking in the mirror. I see I've smashed mascara around my eyes, so I get some makeup remover pads wiping the smudges away; realizing how hypocritical I'm being knowing I've tucked my secret safely in the rim of the toilet paper roll.

Splashing more water on my face, inhaling, exhaling gathering the strength I need to get through this moment — a moment that should be so natural with me allowing my husband to touch me as no other man has ever touched me. But I know better. I know that he is not going to be touching me out of love, but pure raw lust and rage.

I realize in that moment, I crave it. I crave his punishment. I crave his cruel touch. I want him to use me, to fuck away all the pain. To make me senseless with a desire and passion. I need him to shatter every doubt; to take away my will and make me his. I think I need him to make me his in a way he never has before.

Maybe this is what's been missing for him too. Maybe this is why he can say so clearly, I am no longer his weakness because I'm not. I'm not giving him what the sadist in him needs. Subjugation. He needs to dominate. Yeah, he's been holding back, and, on the inside, he's been suffering. So, in that respect I have not been his safe space. I have been not the one he can come to, the one he can be his true self with.

I wish we could've had this conversation over the last few years. I wish I had been braver— had more courage to press him when I sensed he needed more. I wish this hadn't been on the back of a young woman suffering. He got something out of tormenting her, even if he won't acknowledge it. I'd rather it be me, not some innocent. Because deep down, I knew what I was getting, the moment I got in that limousine. I knew what he was when I met him. I craved what he really was—his darkness. Then when I fled, he thought I didn't want that part of him.

This is a terrible place to show him, the worst place to show him. Our marriage is in shambles. We don't even like each other right now. I'm pretty sure he even hates me. I'll be the first to say I don't know what in the hell I'm doing. I don't even know if I want to try. I brush away the tears pressing a cool cloth to my face, so I won't look so distraught. I won't fool him. He'll know the instant he sees me. The room was dark when I left so hopefully, he's kept it dark. Knowing him he wants to see my entire debasement.

I inhale deeply, "You can do this." Turning, I move to the door, inhaling and exhaling again. Opening it to see his naked form standing just outside the entrance.

A heavy hand grips me as soon as I emerge, slamming me against the wall beside the bathroom door.

"Akchiro," gasping, swallowing against the heavy hand closing around my throat.

"Don't. Speak. My. Fucking. Name," he snarls down to me. His body is pulled as tightly as a bow. Every inch of him taunt. Muscles straining against his skin, like he's just won a fight to the death.

His long hair whips around him, cascading to mid-back. Jaw hard, the muscle ticking as he tries to hold back aggression. Only...I don't want him holding back.

Leaning into his grip, his eyes flare. "It's like that, Hana?" He growls low. His voice like a distant rumble of thunder does not bode well.

"Y-yes, Sensei." I deliberately hesitate. His mouth kicks up in a snarl, "Your safe word is lotus. Do you understand?"

I nod.

"No," he snaps. "You have to say the words."

"I understand, my safe word is lotus, Takeda-sensei."

He looks at me a long time. I think he's trying to decide if he wants to go down this road. He's brimming with anticipation. He wants to do it so bad. He just never thought to do it with his wife. I know my husband. He has very clearly delineated lines in his life. He'd never want to mix his dark pleasures with the pristine life he's created with Asa and me. The problem is that clean, pure life is not enough for him. He may not have strayed yet, but he will if his darker needs aren't met, or maybe he has, remembering the perfume he smelled of earlier.

Pain of just thinking about the possibility slices through me, rage quickly follows. He sees it immediately as the thought crosses my mind. It shows so clearly on my face. He quirks an eyebrow inquiring silently.

"Have you been doing this with others?" I look him squarely in the face, daring him to lie. "There is no way, something this much a part of you can be denied."

His hand immediately tightens around my throat. He leans in close, press my head against the wall trapping my breath, trapping me. His teeth clinch, anger seething through every part of his body. "You dare speak to me about fucking dishonoring you. You dare ask for my fucking face while you stand here at my mercy? You who fucking ran from me like a coward. Were you so concerned if I were fucking another when you left me and took my child? Would you have cared if you remained free?"

I swallow, but I don't waver. "You need this. You haven't ever been this way with me." I let it hang there, daring him to deny my observation. My body trembles with anticipation of what he will do. My heart preparing for what he will say. I hate I've given him this leverage over me. Knowing I care, he will have the power to eviscerate me with mere words.

His face takes on a cruelty I've never seen before. "Before you, I only indulged in courtesans, professionals rope bunnies and subs when I needed to let my dragons out to play. There is a certain amount of pleasure only a good submissive can give me. Training you as my submissive was my original intent. Mistakes were made when I let you into my heart. In our marriage I controlled my desires because I didn't want to hurt you physically or emotionally. I have no such compunction now. You will be my whore. You will be my good little slut. I will train you as I see fit. You no longer wanted to be a wife to me. Nearly killed me to get away. At long last I see you are only worthy of this. I will enjoy bending you to my will."

His words should've made me cringe. Should have made me fight, run screaming from the room, throwing myself overboard rather than subjecting myself to whatever humiliation he has in store, instead something inside of me softens.

A whimper escaped my lips. I lick my lips because they are dry, but also in anticipation — and want. His eyes track the motion. His face spreads in a feral grin.

He whispers, "I fucking knew it." Before his lips come down, crashing upon mine.

He presses his lips hard against mine, nipping me, making me open for him. I lick out at the sting, only to have him capture my tongue before I can retreat. I struggle against him ripping my mouth away, panting trying to get some air, some distance so I won't drown in him. His gaze snaps to mine, the dark onyx orbs filling with untamed pleasure.

"Good. I like when you fight. Makes the punishment better." Releasing my throat, he grabs my hair bunching the slick, freshly pressed strands into the nape of my neck, tilting my head back until it is arched nearly to ninety degrees.

"Open for me, pet. Show your, sensei how badly you missed me and all the filthy shit I do to you," he says against my lips, his lips brushing against mine with every word.

I moan, biting my lower lip. Wanting to give in but not wanting him to win so easily. He nips the corner of the top— hard.

"Aw—"

He pushes his tongue in, slanting his mouth over mine forcing me to suck it. He fucks my mouth with his tongue ruthlessly, roughly, making me take all of him. He devours me like he never has before—relentlessly, unapologetically, I don't know who this man is. He's not a man anymore. More like the twin beasts writhing on his body. He is a dragon. Fierce, possessive and in this moment mine.

The cognitive dissonance is resounding, I shouldn't want this. Still, my body thrums in response to his tongue lashing mine. I suck him, moaning and whimpering. The silk chiffon sliding against my body. I can feel the thick ridge of is dick through the thin material and I grind against him. Goodness. I'm working myself against him as I fellate his tongue. I'm so close.

"Uh-uh." He pulls away from my mouth. "You're here for my pleasure, yours is only incidental." Again, the cruelty. The way it slants his mouth has the opposite effect. "I can tell it makes you so fucking wet to be treated like this." Releasing my hair with such quickness I almost fall into him, I see a flash of something in his eyes as I right myself.

Gathering the dress at my hips he pulls it over my head in one swoop tossing it onto a nearby chaise.

Capturing my nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, he slowly rubs them. "See how hard they are?" He muses, not even looking up at me. "I should have known you were a virgin when the first time I played with them they were flat. I was the first man, the only man to suck on them, right?" With the soft inquiry, he increases the pressure daring me to deny him.

"Y-Yes, Sensei," I stutter out. What else would I say with his fingers clamped so hard. I don't know my tells, but obviously he does. His eyes are glacial. He pinches slowly, steadily harder. My toes curl. The pressure in my abdomen feels I like someone is beating in a steady beat. It hurts, but it feels so good.

"Akchiro," I plead. The stinging pressure sends hot yearning sensations straight to my pussy. My essence slips from my lower lips and down my legs.

"Don't say my name, slut. Not even in your thoughts."

I squirm tightening my thighs. The feeling is steady, the pressure so intense.

"Who was it?" His voice is like a whip. I can barely concentrate. My thoughts so tangled with his torture and how slippery and slick I'm getting.

"Marchellis? I knew I should have killed his bitch ass the moment he touched you that night at the gala, let alone trying to goad me afterwards," he taunts, keeping the pressure steady and intense.

I shake my head. "No it wasn't, A—Takeda-sensei. It was a long time ago in college, and he never put his mouth on me. I never lied to you. It was you. Only you." Speaking of my one attempt to lose my virginity before I met him. The whole thing was a disaster of arms, elbows and a flaccid penis.

"He saw you naked." He lessens the pressure only to rub his thumbs over my distended, aching nipples. His voice almost hollow, his touch relentless.

"He saw what is mine." He worries the rock-hard tips. Over and over again. They are so sensitive now, I'm barely standing straight.

"That was before you. It didn't mean anything. I'm yours now." The words come out pleading. My body is begging, arching into his cruel, filthy touch and he's barely touched me. I need to come so bad. We have never gone this long without one another except for the six weeks my body required after having Asa.

"You're mine now?" He muses switching up again, his fingers clamping me in a vise. "Mine when you tried to leave?" The pressure increases. "Mine when you've denied me the chance to be a father again?" Cruelty in his words, his touch another thing entirely, almost gentle strokes slowly building, tugging, pulling. My pussy is clenching so hard it's almost painful. "Mine when you kept your body away from me all these weeks?" It's a whisper, so raw, I close my eyes against the hurt and anguished rage in his words.

"Do you want to come, Hana?"

A sob just as raw escapes me. I'm nodding begging, "Yes, please, sensei."

The words are barely out my mouth when he twists hard making an orgasm tear though me like a blaze through dry grass.

My pussy spasms so hard my girl-come squirts out over both our legs. He pulls me to him pushing my breasts together growling, "Mine," before covering both nipples with his mouth. To my dismay my orgasm goes on and on until I can do nothing but cling to him like a ragdoll.

I come back to myself, noticing I'm holding a being cut from diamond. So hard, so pristine, so cold, molded into immeasurable beauty — flawless. Yet, he stands before me seemingly unmoved by what he's just done to me.

Slowly, I drop my arms pressing into the wall behind me. I'm staring at his chest. The rise and fall of the hard plains telling me he's affected, though barely. Tilting my head, I look up into his obsidian gaze, almost flinching with what I see there, smug satisfaction. He knows he owns me. He's reveling in it. I can't stand his ass right now.

"On your knees." It's not a request nor a demand. It's as if he's saying, "This is where you belong from now on, so you might as well get comfortable."

I barely have room to ease my body to the floor. "Can you step back some?" My body is already flush with his. The wall is at my back. The slick wood behind me, his hot body in front. Two unmovable objects with me shivering between.

Stepping back is his only response. His body is ripcord, tense, strong and seething. Every breath is one of lust and rage. He' barely holding himself back. I keep thinking of the sheer will it must take to keep his dragons at bay when all he really wants to do is unleash them in all their magnificent fury.

Inhaling the scent of my pleasure on his skin is like an aphrodisiac. My nipples are already budding again, the ache he so thoroughly assuaged mere moments ago is back. My knees crush into the soft rug.

Making room for me, he widens his stance, so I drop right between the cage of his thighs. His dick has risen, listing to the right, reaching far past his navel. It's pearling, slick with precum sliding down it like a melted ice cream cone. His balls are pulled tight, shaved clean of hair, nestled like twin globes at the base. I can see the patch of flesh just beyond. He smells clean, like me and the salty tang of his come. My pussy squeezes so hard I have to bite my lip to keep from pulling him in my mouth and sucking him dry.

"Clean your mess." He commands, his tone imperial broking no refusal.

I lick the drying droplets from his thighs, tasting my essence and the cleanliness of his skin. Up one thigh and down the other. Precum slips free from his head in steady intervals.

"Now, me."

I catch a drop on my tongue just as it's about to slip from his sac. I flick more of the salty deliciousness, lapping and sucking, watching them draw tight.

Sucking them gently into my mouth I roll them on my togue, allowing them to slip free before sucking them back in again. I lick them clean. Then dipping beneath I swirl my tongue on the patch of skin just shy of his ass.

"Fuuuuck," he hisses standing so still and taunt I think he's going to break. A hand grips my hair twisting and twisting it around his big hand. He holds me there a moment longer before easing me back.

"It seems I have a few more things to explore with my little cumslut. The rest," he demands.

I slide my mouth up and down the shaft of his dick, tasting every come drenched ridge, sucking and giving him little bites, he loves. Reaching the top I engulf the entire head in my mouth.

This motherfucker shoves his dick down my throat making me gag. Involuntarily my eyes roll back from the familiar sensation. What that feeling does to by body— making it ready itself in anticipation, my muscles tightening, readying for him.

"That's it. That's what I want to hear. Hands behind your back. Choke on that motherfucker." He's already gripping the sides my head, fucking down my throat like he means it.

Arching my head into his downward drive, I do as he demands relaxing my throat, opening as wide as I can, letting him use me. Pressing the soft pad between my thumb and forefinger I ease my gag reflex allowing him to go as far as he can.

"Yesss," he hisses angling so he can fuck into the deepest reaches of my throat. "Such a good little girl, doing what I ask," he groans sliding out, pulling the excess wet along with his big ass dick. It looks so pretty glistening with my efforts.

I squeeze my thighs trying to ease the sensations to no avail. Then he's pushing back in slow and easy. Rocking in and out doing his best to prolong the experience. I know how much he loves it. I love doing it, taking his pretty ass dick down my throat.

"Fuck." Pace increasing, he drives faster, hands moving to the back of my head holding me in place while he fucks my face. No matter the pressure I put on the fleshy space in the center of my hand, it can't compete with his driving hips. The pressure is so intense I see stars relaxing my throat, tongue, lips into his chosen vessel.

"Take my seed, Hana. Take it down your pretty throat." Though he commands it, he pulls out. Knowing what he wants, I open my mouth letting him nut right on my tongue. He coats my tongue and face with copious amounts of his sweet, salty seed.

I hold my mouth open our eyes finally meeting. "Swallow," he grounds out. He watches as I do. Then swiping the come from my face with his fingers, he pushes his sticky digits into my mouth making me suck them clean.

He grabs me under my left arm dragging me up to him. His face is mask of stoicism. I feel like he's testing me.

"How are you doing?" He asks looking into my eyes.

"Physically? I'm fine." I turn my head slightly not wanting to hear him ask about my emotional well-being. I know he doesn't care.

Firm hands turn me back, to the cool disdain of his gaze.

"Do you need to use your safe word?" His eyes searching mine again.

I realize, no he's not being a good husband but a good dominant. This is just his part of being a sadist and me being his submissive.

"No." Sliding into the role I've longed for, I see his eyes flare with my acknowledgement of this new dynamic between us.

"Go stand before the window, please." He nods in the direction of the floor to ceiling windows. That lead out to a private balcony.

I go over to the windows, but don't turn to face the ocean beyond. No, my eyes follow his beautiful body as it transverses the suite. He's not spent one night in here, so I've nearly forgotten there is whole side of the suite belonging to him. In fact, he'd only had my side installed after we were married. Before that this belonged to him alone.

He presses a code then disappears into the closet. The rooms illuminates as he enters with each section lighting as he moves throughout. I notice there is a door on the opposite side. I ponder if that room leads to Asa's or the one he's choosing to stay in?

I watch him stand before a panel then another passcode is entered. A door clicks open, and he disappears inside. I can't stifle my gasp. You'd think he was spy with all the codes, secret rooms and spy-cams he has on this boat.

Minutes later he emerges spinning a flogger and carrying a bag. His stride is long and purposeful. Every step he comes closer my body tenses in anticipation.

Eyes unwavering, he stops in front of me. "I'll let you pick." The smile kicking up in the corner of his mouth doesn't do a damn thing to soften his hard imperial face. He could be a Shogun —regal, ruthless, unapologetic. His generosity in allowing me to pick the instrument of my torture should give me pause, but I find myself oddly eager to play with him.

He pulls a paddle from the bag. "We'll start out easy." Holding up the paddle and the flogger he presents them to me. His expression giving me no indication which he prefers. "The flogger." I didn't even have to think about it. The paddle was wood, the flogger suede.

He shakes his head like, "You sure about that?"

Doubt prickles but I don't trust his ass. "Hai." I nod for emphasis. He shrugs.

Then he shows me a rubber clamp encrusted with diamonds and two diamond flowers.

"What this?" I can't imagine what they are.

"I got you some new jewelry." His eyes harden. "I got them special when you ran away when I decided to make you my special little whore. I decided to have something commissioned for you to wear. Tonight, I won't make you wear both as it may be too much. These" he shakes the diamond flowers. "Are nipple rings. And this." He nods to the clamp. "Is a clit clamp. I also have a chain connecting the two."

I swallow. Anticipation making my heart race. "The rings." Breathing out the words in a rush. He almost looks proud. I find comfort in his calm.

He looks in the bag then seems to think better of it. Placing the items he won't be using back in the bag, he placed it on the side table and walks over to me. Bending his head sucking nipple into his mouth, he tugs until it stands out. Once my left tip is budded he slips the ring on.

"Ah," Pain and pleasure make me arch wanting to retreat. I breathe, hoping to ease the pressure, it does not alleviate.

"Remember, your safe word," he says this, yet bends sucking my other nipple in his mouth repeating the process. When they both are done, it's like my brain shorts out. I'm torn between wanting to rip the rings off or having more pressure applied. It's like bee stings prickling my back, supercharging, sending an electric current straight to my clit. My body doesn't know what it wants to do, but stopping is not in my vocabulary right now.

"I remember," I whimper, meeting his gaze. He nods satisfied.

Suddenly he spins me to the window pressing me into the cold glass. My breasts are smushed. My nipples are on fire. Before the pain registers, a flash of fire slashes my bottom knocking the breath away from me. I scream. An amalgamation of pleasure and pain coalesces against the flesh pressed against the cool glass and the heat on my bottom. Panting I can see my breath fogging against the window. A slash again on my right bottom check, then with a turn and flick my left cheek is set ablaze.

"Such a bad, little slut running from me. Causing me to worry needlessly." Again and again, he brings the flogger down meting out his discipline. "Denying me the pussy you promised only to me," he sighs, forlornly, his voice is deep, the tonal variance giving away none of his true feeling. It's as if he's moved from husband to dominant.

"Arch. Your. Back." Shuddering, I do as he says. The sadist has emerged and revels in the pain he's inflicting on me, his willing submissive.

"Good, girl." I hear a swish as he draws back. He brings it back and lashes my entire ass. It covers me this time entirely, wrapping around the curve of my hip.

"Ahh," I hiss, feeling the sting as he withdraws. The combination of my over sensitized nipples, the thrashing he's mercilessly dispensing, and his words make me spiral higher and higher. I'm tittering on a precipice of ecstasy.

"Look at you loving how I punish you. Your pussy is dripping. I can see how wet your thighs are. Open yourself," he commands.

Reaching behind me, I gasp, moaning, pulling my bottom cheeks apart to show him my pussy.

"Fat ass pussy," he groans behind me. I feel two of his long fingers slide along my seam. His touch is firm, gentle; up and down barely breaching me.

I arch into his touch. He flutters his fingers like he's playing the piano then removes them. I whimper when he steps back.

"Damn." I hear him groaning around his fingers sucking his digits.

"A month and a half that's forty-five days." My mind trips over what he's saying. I don't think, no correction I know I won't be able to endure forty-five lashes.

He steps closer pressing against my burning flesh. "In due time." His dick pressing into the crevice of my ass makes my eyes water.

"A—" I swallow back his name. He presses a kiss just below my ear. Pulling the flesh between his lips, sucking steady and hard. I'm flush with the window at my front and him at my back. I can't move. Trapped in this moment, I don't want to be free wouldn't want it even if it were offered. I love being caged by him.

His hand snakes around and down spearing into my bare pussy. "You let them wax you," he tsks, slowly starts working my clit. I want to open more for him but the way I'm trap between him it's impossible. Canting my hips, I try to reach for more.

"Oww. Fuck," I cry when his hand comes down on my mound.

"Eager little cumslut, you don't run this. You won't rush my pleasure. What did I tell you?" Another, smack has me crying out. Tears spring free. It would be excruciating if the head of his dick wasn't breaching me at the same time, so the quick slaps following add pressure to the area already being filled by him.

Of its on volition my body opens to receive more and more of him. Slick and hot, the big head of his dick works into my pussy with me helping it along with my wiggles. I know it's not his intention. I know he'd rather torment me more. I hear him swear but he seems helpless to stop himself from sliding deeper.

"Dammit."

He lowers to match my height arching into me. I feel the burn from not having him in more than a month. He gives me barely a moment till he drives deep in an endless thrust.

We can barely stand one another but our sighs sync when he pushes, presses in with hard persistence until he bottoms out.

"This motherfucker so tight." He pulls out then fucks me deep. "So fucking good."

He holds my waist coming back to his height. I scramble to find purchase on the window. I press my palms against the window. Like a ragdoll, I'm suspended between him and the window. Holding my hips he impales me on his dick, fucking me into the window.

"Akchiro," I scream. He's fucking me so hard, so relentlessly. My muscles spasming around him, my nipples are no longer pressed against the glass, I count that as a blessing. Sensations exploding through me from the sheer force of him slamming his huge fucking dick into my warm, willing, flesh is enough to send me into a cataclysmic orgasm. Hard shudders shake my body.

"Ohmygoodness, I'm coming." I sob, babbling, mingling his language and mine.

"Good. I'm going to fuck you through it, make you come again," he growls and proceeds to keep his word.

I see stars, feeling streams of essence run down my legs splattering on the glass.

"Fuck, I love that shit. That's right, Hana show your sensei how you much you missed this dick." He pistons into me.

"Yes, yes." I squeeze trying to keep him deep. He's hitting my spot so good. I feel another climax just out of reach. I ride his dick doing my best but this position leaving me at his mercy. "Please," I beg, feeling the urgency to come but unable to get there.

"No," I whine when he withdraws. He turns me to face him, lifting me then sliding me down onto his dick, already slick with my come. "Look, at my messy girl needing more of my dick." His eyes hold a cold fire.

My body arches as I'm pinned against the window. Now, he's driving up into me. "You want this?" He spanks my nipples in tandem. Over and over he fucks me doing that and I can't even form words. All I can think is to let him do whatever he wants as long as he doesn't stop.

"You know how bad you are, such a naughty, dirty little cumslut. Show me how much you need to come." I work myself on his dick. "Thank you, Sensei." We fuck each other. Raw, hot, nasty, mixed with anger and want.

He flexes, hitting my spot making me come, his hand catches my skeet and rubs it fast like a hummingbird's wing across my clit sending me. I'm helpless to do anything to do but watch.

"Fuck" he shouts, and I feel the hot jets of his come shooting into me.

Still inside me, he wraps my legs around his waist, pressing a kiss against my wet forehead, taking me over to the bed.