An unwelcome and intense wave of jealously washed over Tiffany at the realization that he needed to be tested because he’d been with so many other partners, he could put her in danger. The truth was a virtual smack across her face, acting as a cold bucket of water. She managed to roll to her side, curling up into a fetal position.
I wonder how many women he’s slept with in his life? I can count the number of men I’ve been with on one hand. Who am I kidding? He’s probably with that many women in a week. Hell, down on the stage, he could have that many in one night.
“Alright Tiff. That’s enough. No sulking.”
“I’m not sulking. I’m just tired. I think we should go back to sleep.”
In the blink of an eye, Lukus had her flat on her back, trapping her as he straddled her at the waist. He quickly wrestled her arms high and wide, pinning her to the bed as he hovered over her. Tiffany felt his hard tool pressing between their bodies, but it was the hard glint in his eyes that kept her attention. She could feel his dominating gaze seeping through every inch of her body, leaving a warm glow in its wake.
“You’re a terrible liar, baby and so you’d better be warned. I know I promised to go slow, but this exquisite ass of yours is about to find out how serious I am about punishing you for lying. So, tell me—now—what’s going through that beautiful head of yours?”
Tiff knew she should be happy for a last reprieve, but there was a small part of her that was aware of why she was so on edge. She knew it was only a matter of time before Lukus took things to the next level, and there was a part of her that wondered if it might just be easier to get it over with, to feel the sting of his hand on her ass and find out once and for all how the intense feelings of desire she felt when reading about or watching another woman’s submissive punishment translated to her real world. Before meeting Lukus, it had been a casual curiosity. Now she knew her reaction to—and tolerance for—punishments would make or break their budding relationship.
Unwilling to risk finding an answer she might have regretted, she submitted truthfully. “You know why I’m upset, Lukus. I know I have no right whatsoever to feel this way, but I find myself wanting to scratch the eyes out of every woman you’ve been with before tonight. I’m not naive and it’s completely unreasonable, but it’s how I feel.” Now that he had her talking, she was on a roll. Her voice was escalating. “Worse yet, I know it’s not even possible to track them all down because I somehow suspect the number is at minimum in double-digits—hell, it may be triple-digits over your lifetime—and that alone totally freaks me out.”
His smug grin was irritating. “Thank you.”
“For what? Being an irrational green-eyed twit?”
His hearty laugh had a calming effect. “No, Tiffany. For telling the truth, even though you didn’t want to. For what it’s worth, I want you to know that no one’s ever made me feel like you do. Tonight, is special. Now come here. I’m gonna reward you.”
“So, you’re taking the condom off? I really do want to feel your cum inside me, Lukus.”
Tiff could see his eyes this time as he hovered over her, still restraining her limbs. She saw the flash of temptation before the resolve returned. “Don’t push me. I’ll always do what I need to do to keep you safe.”
Talk time was over. Lukus dove down to suck her nipple into his mouth while still pinning her immobile against the bed. All thoughts of jealousy evaporated as he worked his magic on her body. He had her primed and ready for him again in no time. Rather than simply taking her as they were lying, Lukus maneuvered her back to her hands and knees before pulling her upper body to himself, leaving them pressed flush against each other as they knelt in the middle of his massive bed.
Lukus had the advantage as her back pressed against his muscular chest, leaving his hands free to roam between her full breasts and exposed pussy and every inch of her skin in between. In her hazed excitement, Tiff threw her head back against his shoulder, turning to suck and kiss his neck as he rolled her nipples between his fingers, pinching slightly harder and harder. Tiff kept waiting for the pain to become unbearable, but it never happened. There was only pleasure.
She wondered if she was imagining things when she felt Lukus trembling, but she had no time to evaluate it before he pushed her back to all fours and plunged his cock into her hard, filling her completely in one fluid insertion. Lukus’s loud grunts as he fucked her hard mixed with her sexually charged whimpers as he set a punishingly fast pace.
Tiff was vaguely aware of the nearly obscene sounds filling the room as their bodies slapped hard against each other. She felt him lean forward, capturing her wrists in his hands and forcefully pulling her hands out from under her, mashing her face into the bed while he pulled her arms back to trap them in one hand at the small of her back. The submissive position, along with his forceful fucking, combined to drive her to the edge of the cliff, ready to free-fall into a powerful orgasm with just a few more thrusts. She was so close, but it was an unexpected forceful spank to her bare ass with Lukus’s strong right hand that threw her over the edge.
She felt his second solid slap connecting with her exposed bottom just as her pussy began to convulse with powerful contractions, gripping Lukus’s thick cock harder as his hand rained down yet again in the same tender place on her butt.
“Fuck yeah, Tiff. That’s it, baby. Squeeze me. Come for me again.”
Tiffany’s whimpers turned into a full-fledged scream as Lukus’s hand connected with her ass with the hardest swat yet. In her orgasmic haze, she felt Lukus still himself while seated deep inside of her. She realized he’d stopped, thinking he was hurting her.
“Oh, no… don’t stop! I need more. Please, Lukus… again.”
She heard what sounded like a relieved whoosh as he pulled completely out of her body before thrusting forward hard and fast. He fucked her thoroughly, bringing her ever closer to her next release before switching hands to spank her left ass cheek in the same way he had her right just minutes before. This time she couldn’t contain her rant as she drove over the cliff, free-falling again.
“Oh yes, honey. Thank you! That’s it! I want more… more… more!”
Tiffany’s guttural pleas were coming in rhythm with Lukus’s thrusts. He managed to add playful swats to her reddening ass in the same perfect rhythm until he’d driven over the cliff himself. Grabbing both of her hips tightly, he buried himself as deep inside her as he could, shooting hot ropes of cum into the resented condom.
Lukus stayed deep inside her as he caught his breath before finally managing to flop them over onto their sides and spooning Tiff tightly against him. Tiff could hear how labored his breath was, and knew he got a good workout servicing her so intimately. They remained silently locked together long enough for his now flaccid cock to slip out of Tiffany’s wet folds. It was just moments before she detected the slow even breathing of a sleeping Lukus.
Tiff quietly extricated herself from his protective arms long enough to remove the offending condom, tossing it into the nearby wastebasket on her way to the bathroom. She turned on a small spotlight over the whirlpool tub to avoid glaring brightness as she readied a warm washcloth she planned to use first on her face and then to clean up Lukus’s cum-covered cock when she returns to bed.