His Property

By: Hannah Ford

I didn’t have to wait long. Liam’s open palm struck my ass, hard and fierce, and I cried out before I remembered he’d told me to stay quiet.

“Quiet,” Liam commanded from behind me. “You have to stay quiet, baby, or I will make it hurt.”

I nodded and bit my bottom lip.

The spank hadn’t been that hard. But it was shocking to be struck by another person, to have them put their hands on me in such a seemingly violent way.     And yet something about it felt good, too, almost natural. His dirty words burned against my brain. Your body was made to be fucked.

My hands were at my sides, and I gripped the sheets and tried to anchor myself to the bed as I braced myself for the next blow.

It came a second later, followed by another and another, the flesh of my buttocks jiggling as he stuck me with his open palm, each punishment heightening the electric heat that had settled between my legs.

“Good girl,” Liam said approvingly. His hand stroked my ass, caressing the raw flesh gently. “That’s enough for now.”

His hand slipped down between my legs, and I felt myself tense.

“Relax, baby,” he said. “Just relax and give yourself to me.”

“Liam – “ I began to protest, but he struck me again, the hardest spank yet, and I whimpered and tightened my grip on the sheets.

I closed my eyes tight and forced myself to obey his commands, made myself go limp like spaghetti as his hands roamed my body. His hand was firmly between my legs, his fingers sliding over my slit, and I kept my legs firmly together, praying he wouldn’t pry them open, and hoping that he would.

“You’re so fucking wet,” he said. “You liked getting spanked like that, didn’t you, Emery?”

“No.”

“Liar.”

I bit my lip, humiliation and shame coloring my cheeks. I was lying. I did like it. It was the most turned on I’d ever been in my life, and I hated that he could tell that just from touching me.

“Spread your legs.”

I hesitated for just the briefest of seconds, and he reigned another blow on my ass, this one harder even than the last, hard enough to leave a mark. I let out a long, shuddering breath as I opened my legs slightly, giving him access to my most private part.

Liam placed one finger on each side of my pussy and then forked his fingers, spreading my lips. “Turn your head and look at me.”

“Liam – ” I started, but he grabbed my chin with his free hand and forced my head back, silencing me with a deep kiss, his mouth claiming mine as I moaned into him.

He turned me over and straddled me around the hips, staring down at me hungrily. I was still in just my t-shirt and panties, although he’d pulled my panties down until they were bunched around my thighs.

“Arms up,” he commanded.

I put them up over my head.

“I’m going to take your shirt off now,” he said, grabbing the sides of my t-shirt. “When I do, you will keep your arms above your head, do you understand?”

I nodded.

He tugged my top up over the curve of my breasts, the soft fabric catching for a second on my nipples before he got it off and tossed it to the floor.

“Jesus, you are fucking sexy,” he said, and I blushed and went to cover myself, but he forced my hands up over my head and placed them on the slats of the metal headboard.

“Keep your hands on the headboard. Or else I will cuff you.” He stared down at me, his eyes fiery, intense need reflected fiercely in his expression. “Do you understand?”

I nodded.

“Damn, Emery, look at those big fucking tits. You are ripe for it.” He began to play with my breasts, his hands kneading and thumbing, pinching my nipples and driving me crazy. I could feel his touch all the way through my body, swirling into a tornado of desire that settled between my legs.

When he finally touched me down there, reaching behind him and slipping a finger inside of me, I was dripping.

“Shit, you’re tight,” he remarked as his finger slid inside of me. I winced at the feeling of having something inside of my pussy, stretching me. His other hand was still on my breasts, pushing them together, squeezing my nipples.

“Liam,” I said, squirming my hips and trying to get away from him. But he pressed the pam of his hand against my hipbone.

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