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Make Me Beg, Even More	By : ElizabethAshbury Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Korn Views: 2907 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Make Me Beg…Even More

The last time I saw Jonathan, we actually got to spend that day together before he had to leave. He missed his family and I certainly didn’t want to keep him from them. He was better at keeping in touch this time too, emailing me quite often and he actually called once or twice. The last time I talked to him, I told him I have new artwork if he’s interested. He said of course he is and would be here soon, he would let me know when. At this point, it’s been two weeks, not a word. I’m leaving work, where I actually am teaching art now as well as making it in my free time. I go home, glad that it’s Friday, and check my email and phone calls, nothing. Oh, well, I say to myself, I’m sure he’s busy. He doesn’t always have time to keep in touch and I don’t expect a relationship. We’re friends…with benefits and I tend to like it that way and strangely enough, it works; besides, when Jonathan and I are together as friends, there is not doubt in my mind that he cares about me, he tells me and his emails and phone calls are always full ffecffection. As soon as I change in my comfortable “just around the house” clothes the phone rings. I look at the Caller ID and see that it’s my best friend.

“Hey sweetie, what’s up?”

“Wanna go to a movie?”

“Yeah, should I just meet you there?”

“Okay, starts at 6:15.”

“Cool, see ya there! Bye.”

“Bye, girl.”

I freshen up my make-up and throw on casual, but still nice for going out clothes. I wear my nicest jeans, a low-cut, lace-up black top and slip-on black clogs. I leave my house and head for the movie.

My friend and I hug and kiss good-bye after the movie and with my pepper spray in hand, I walk to my car in the dark parking lot, which I know I shouldn’t do. When I make it to my car without getting raped or mugged, I lock myself in the car and pull out of the parking lot. I see headlights behind me, but I don’t think much about it. When I get on the road to go to the highway, the car is still behind me, pretty close too. I’m getting suspicious, but I continue home. As I start to pull into my neighborhood, there it is; this person hasn’t left me. It’s not my friend’s car either, those are not her headlights. I pull into my street and I’m followed to the front of my house. I usually drive fast anyway and this person has kept up with me. Now I’m scared and pissed. I’m staying by myself this weekend and I don’t know what to do. I get out of my car and the car stops next to mine and I run to the front door to get in and lock it. Too late, I hear the door slam before I’m half-way up the front walk. I freeze and slowly turn my head. I breathe the biggest sigh of relief ever when I see Jonathan approaching me.

“You scared THE SHIT OUT OF ME!”

“Good. Why the fuck were you walking in a parking lot by yourself at night? And wearing THAT?” He points toward my top.

“I had my pepper spray,” I say in my best “duh” tone.

“Yeah, that makes you invincible.”

“Better than nothing,” I say, talking back. He shakes his head, knowing that arguing with me isn’t worth it. “I was starting to wonder what the hell happened to you.”

“I’m really sorry.”

“Don’t apologize, I KNOW you have things to do. I’m not here to give you shit about it. I’m just glad to see you.”

He reaches out his long arms wide and gives me the cutest “little boy” face. I don’t hesitate to wrap my arms around his waist tightly, with my head on his chest. I hold him for a long time. He kisses my forehead and I return with a kiss on the cheek, even though a dreadlock is in the way.

He’s wearing his glasses today and he has shaved all his facial hair this time. He just looks absolutely adorable no matter what, I’m thinking.

“Do you want to go to the hotel with me? Looks like you would be here alone, anyway, I don’t like that.”

“Yeah, sure.”

“You didn’t have anything else planned, did you?”

“Not really, I was just going to stay home. I’m pretty tired.”

“Well come with me. You’re tired? You look good.”

“Thanks,” I smile, “let’s go.”

We get in the car and head for the hotel. When we get to the room, I’m excited to see that it’s the same one we were in last time.

“Make yourself comfortable, of course.”

“Thanks,” I say and kick off my shoes that are beginning to hurt. I stroll over to the couch and shamelessly spread out on it like I own the place, in my best spoiled princess manner.

“Don’t take up the whole fuckin’ couch, woman.” He laughs, coming to join me. He lifts my ankles, sits down and puts my feet in his lap, it’s a big couch, but he still must want to be close to me. He turns on the TV and sits back. We talk with the TV on in the background, catching up on everything. He wants to see my newest works of art. As we’re talking, his hand is working its way up my ankle, inside the leg of my pants.

“Hm…why did you bring me here?”

“To spend time with you.”

“Uh-huh.,,where’s the paddle?”

“Put away.” He says, purposefully being vague.

“Really? Where?”

“I’m not telling.”

“Hm!”

We hadn’t even discussed our last encounter yet. That was interesting. Ever since, all I have needed to do was think of that night to get me hot. I won’t tell him that, though.

“Come here, put your head in my lap.”

I flip my body around and lay on my back with my head on his leg. He runs his fingers through my hair, looking down at me with That Look of his.

“Why are you so curious about the paddle anyway? Do you need a spanking, little girl? Have you been bad?”

“I think I’ve been pretty good.”

“I don’t know…I know that look on your face. You’re guilty of something. And you know not to walk through parking lots alone, don’t you?”

“But I-“

“I don’t want to hear it,” he grabs my face, like I’m a child “don’t let me catch you doing it again. Understand, sweetheart?”

“Yeah, yeah.”

“WHAT?!” He grabs my head with both hands, pulling on my hair and holding my head above his lap.

“YES!!”

“Okay.” He lets go.

“Ow.” I say quietly, turning my eyes and sneering as I rub my head.

“Oh, stop it,” he says softly strokes my hair again, petting me like a kitten “you know you were bad, honey.”

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay, baby. Give me a hug.”

I sit up next to him and wrap my arms around his neck. I break away and stare admiringly into his gorgeous face, at his eyes through those cute glasses of his. I play with his hair. He rubs my back.

“I don’t want anything to happen to you.” He says sternly, but with affection.

“I know.”

“I missed you.”

“Me too. I’m glad you’re here.”

“You say that now…” he grins in the most menacing manner.

“What do you mean?”

“No, no…you know I can’t tell you,” he licks my neck, and whispers “you have to wait. Be patient, little girl.”

“I hate it when you do that!” I whine.

“Really? I think you like it, you just don’t want to tell me.” He grabs the back of my hair and pulls my head back. He licks my neck and bites it gently.

I’m certainly not going to tell him he’s right, either! I would never tell him how much it turns me on when he takes control of me, of course that’s why I let him and I know he gets off on it.

“Let me see those tits.” He’s been staring at my chest since he picked me up tonight. I straddle him and take off my shirt and toss it. I very slowly unhook my bra and slip it off. I put my arm in front of my chest and toss my bra somewhere in the direction of my shirt. I cross my arms in front of my chest and smile at him.

“Move your arms,” he warns.

I laugh.

“Yeah, it’s real funny, isn’t it? Keep laughing.”

I do.

“It’s okay; you’ll suffer the consequences later.”

“Okay,” I drop my arms.

“Very good, but you’ll still be in trouble…you know better.”

“You do know I’m twenty three.”

“Shhh…” he’s very involved with my breasts right now. He starts licking and kissing, then gently biting. He takes one of my nipples between his teeth and bites down…hard.

“OWWW,” I pull away.

“Uh-uh, come here.” He licks the bitten nipple that is now red and kisses it, he goes to the other one and bites again.

“Ow!” I start to pull away again, but Jonathan has his hands on my back and won’t let me.

“Don’t even think about it.” He bites me again, hard, all over my breasts. I’m afraid he might even draw blood. I look down and don’t see any. I grab his hair and pull, it doesn’t seem to bother him one bit, this really hurts, though.

“Jonathan, please…it really hurts.”

“You think I don’t know that?”

“Please,” I’m starting to whine.

“You want me to stop?”

“Yes.”

“Then I’ll just spank you.”

I sigh. I can’t win. “Okay.”

“Get your pants down, lay across my lap.”

I unzip my jeans and take them off. I position myself across his lap. This is actually pretty comfortable. Thiuch uch is big. I stretch out a little.

“Hmm…I like these,” he says, grabbing at my underwear, which are hot pink with a black lace trim. He pulls them down just past my ass. He rubs my ass and starts out lightly slapping it. It’s not too bad. Then he gets harder, I can still handle it. Next thing I know, he’s hitting so hard, I wonder if he’s using his hand or something else. I bury my head in my arms and hold my breath. Suddenly he stops. I slowly relax again.

“My hand hurts, you have a hard ass.”

I start to pull up my underwear.

“Just take them off.”

I flip over, still laying across him and slip out of my panties. He’s more interested in the rest of my body.

“What have you been doing to make your ass so hard?”

“Working, I guess.”

“Where?”

“I’m actually teaching art now.” I prop up on my hands to talk to him.

“Teaching, huh? Maybe you should be telling ME what to do.”

“You would really let me do that?” I ask him doubtfully.

“No!” He laughs. I laugh too.

“That’s about what I thought.” I straddle his lap again. I kiss his cheek and put my arms around his neck. I smile at him and kiss him softly on the lips.

“Why do I have to be naked right now?” It’s not fair that he’s still fully clothed.

“Because I like you that way. Looks good on you.”

“Can’t you be naked with me?”

He takes my head in his hands and pulls my face close. “Be patient.”

“You know I’m not good at that!”

“I know,” he says rubbing my arms. He caresses my waist as he looks up and down my body. His face is going for my breasts again and I start to back away, afraid he’ll bite again.

“What’s wrong sweetie?” he teases as he lightly touches them, “why are you so jumpy? Relax.” He softly kisses my tits and plays with them.

Relax, I heard that last time when you rammed it in my ass, I think to myself. At least he gave me some kind of a warning though. I wonder if he’s planning on doing that again, or more…but what? I know he won’t tell me, either, so asking him is useless.

He’s kissing my neck and has his hands on my ass, squeezing it. “You know my ass pretty well, now don’t you?”

“Yeah, and I like it even more.” He says before taking another mouthful of my tit and biting again.

“Ahh…“ I jump back.

“SIT STILL!”

“Just don’t-OWWW!!” I was going to day “don’t bite” when he bites down hard on the outside of my breast. My eyes involuntarily tear up instantly. Pain shoots through my body. I’m going to bruise for sure. Out of sheer reflex, I grab his hair and pull hard to get him off my tit. His head jerks back.

“OWWW! FUCK!” I let go of his hair. He looks at me with such intensity in his brown eyes, which look black to me right now. I put my hands behind my back. Too late, he’s already in his primal, cave-man state. He grabs the back of my hair and repeats my action. I say nothing as he yanks my head back, I just whimper and whine. He holds my head like this for a few seconds, keeping me in suspense. I think I know what he’s going to do. I’m looking up at the ceiling. He has a very good, firm grip on my hair, it’s just the right length in the back. That may be why he told me the first time we met that he liked my hair. Long in the back and just short enough in the front. My ample chest rises and falls in front of him as I pant. As he holds my head back, I finally feel his breath on my chest again. I jerk my body a little, not going anywhere, he laughs and licks my nipple.

“Your skin is so beautiful, baby. It’s so white…and soft. It looks like porcelain.” He runs his other hand across my belly. “Your curves are amazing. Just like a woman’s body should be.”

I feel his hand lightly brush my crotch, he pulls harder on my hair and tears roll out of my eyes, but I don’t make a sound. “I love your pussy,” he says softly. He runs his finger through the slit a couple times, but doesn’t go in. I start to get wet and my clit swells slightly. I feel pleasure and pain at the same time as he maintains his grip on my hair and teases my cunt. “Yeah, that’s it, get it wet for me, girl.”

I start breathing hard from both sensations, the nice feeling of his hand on my crotch and his death grip on my hair, not to mention the fact that he’s teasing me mercilessly. I want him so badly to slide a finger into me right now.

Jonathan slowly releases his grip on my hair. I give myself a few seconds to recover; my neck hurts a little, too. He sees the tears in my eyes and wipes them away. He soothingly runs his hands up my back. I’m almost getting some feeling in my scalp again when he says:

“Bend over tab table for me.” He points his long, thin finger towards the coffee table in front of the couch. “I wanna see that ass again.”

I get off his lap and turn around in front of him. I lower myself to my knees and lay my upper body ss tss the wooden table. It feels cool against my skin. I close my eyes.

“Stay there, I’ll trust you not to get up, you know what will happen.” I hear him get up and walk away. He’s coming back and he gets right behind me and drops that damn paddle in front of my face, hurting my ears with the sound.

“Spread your arms out wide.”

I stretch out my arms to the opposite corners of the table. He ties a strip of black, soft cloth to my wrist and to the leg of the table, so I can’t move my arm. He does the same with the other. He kneels behind me and lightly runs his hand down my back and my ass. He kisses my shoulder softly, with his finger lightly tracing the middle of my ass, in between my cheeks.

“Okay,” he pats my back, “I’m going to take a shower…don’t go anywhere sweetie!”

“Fuck you!”

He laughs. “That’s later, baby.” He smacks my ass hard enough to make it sting and goes into the bathroom. I’m more annoyed by the boredom of having to wait a while before I can move. I’m stuck in the same spot for at least ten minutes. He might drag out his shower just to torture me, I’m thinking. He also seems to like me being in this position, on my hands and knees with my ass in the air. I love being fucked doggy-style, but just being in this position, no. I start getting tired. I’ve been going all day and it’s the weekend now. My eyelids are getting heavy. I fall asleep waiting for Jonathan. I wake up hearing a man laughing, it’s Jonathan.

“I know I said don’t go anywhere, but…” he laughs more. I’m still barely awake when he’s kissing my back. I pick my head up and look behind me, he looks at me with eyes that have a small trace of his kindness left, but mostly lust.

His hand traces down the middle of my back, my ass and stopping at my clit. He starts rubbing my clit enough to arouse me again. I feel his lips on my ass, he starts licking and kissing it.

I lay my head down on the table and look at the paddle in front of me. I opened a whole can of shit when I asked about that fucking thing, I think to myself. Maybe if I don’t say anything about it, he’ll forget about it and not use it. If I’m “good” he won’t use it either, I hope. Of course he always finds something to use against me, like for not wearing my panties last time. My body is starting to get stiff in this position, this is a long time for me to be still. I want to move my arms. Maybe if I ask him nicely.

“Hey Jon?”

“Shhh…”

“My arms…”

BANG! His fist slams down on the table and I see the paddle being taken from it.

“DO YOU WANT A SPANKING?”

“No…” I whine, “I’m so sorry.”

“Okay…You really want to make up for interrupting me like a bad little girl?”

“Yes.”

Jonathan stands in front of me and I see that he is wearing boxers and nothing else, he kneels in front of me and pulls them down in the front revealing that amazing dick of his. He still has the paddle.

“Why do you still have the paddle, I’m going to do this.”

“If I feel your teeth, you feel this on your ass, got it?”

“Okay.”

I lift my head and nod slightly, he moves forward on his knees and I take him into my mouth, wrapping my lips around his erection. I have to use my head and my tongue and manage to do this without the use of my hands at all. I must be doing pretty good because he moans and groans as I suck and lick. I get into it pretty heavily and I think I must have gotten carried away. I feel a hard, stinging, unrelenting smack on my rear end. I pull back my head and drop it on the table, wanting so badly to cry. He grabs my hair and pulls my head back up.

“Keep going, young lady,” he says with clenched teeth, his voice sounding much like the voice in his songs. I allow his cock back into my mouth, more aware of my teeth. I can’t do it like I had earlier, I’m afraid to make a wrong move. I stop trying as much as before and he’s getting annoyed with me.

“Don’t you stop, little girl.”

I pip a p a little bit and try to go longer. This is not the most comfortable position for giving head. Before I can pull back to protest, he grabs my head and releases in my mouth. I swallow quickly. I wonder if that’s all he wants to do…no, because he responded “later” when I told him “fuck you”. Damn, this man has endurance! Then I realize he’s far from being finished with me. He pulls up his underwear. He takes my chin in his hand and kisses my forehead and sits down in front of me with his knees up. My ass is still tingling from that whack. I drop my head back on the table.

“You hurt me, Jonathan,” I say in my best scared little girl voice. He runs his fingers through my hair.

“I’m sorry baby…you know I told you not to do that.”

“I didn’t mean to,” I protest.

“Well, it’s okay now, does it still hurt, baby girl?”

“A little,” I really just want some sweet attention.

“Okay.” He crawls over behind me. “Daddy’s going to kiss it…it’ll be okay, sweetheart.” He gently puts his lips on my ass and kisses softly. I feel him licking too. “You can relax, honey.”

“My arms, though…I’m getting stiff.”

“Patience, young lady.”

I reluctantly relax as he rubs my back again. He massages my arms a little, bringing me some relief. I close my eyes as he hovers over me, rubbing my arms, shoulders and back.

“Mmmm…thanks.”

“No problem, sweet girl. You know I’ll take care of you, even though you’re bad sometimes.”

“I know.”

He kisses the back of my neck gently and rubs my arms. I know he won’t let me go just yet. I want nothing more than to get in bed with him, literally. I want him to at least kiss me.

“Will you kiss me? Please?”

“Hmm…okay, you asked me nicely.” He leans forward, pressing my body on the table and giving me a sweet, soft kiss on my lips. He backs off again, so I can breathe. He pets my head. He knows this is pure torture for me, forcing me to be in one position for so long. I don’t think I even do that in my sleep! “You want to know one of the many reasons I like you? You can be such a sweet little doll…or a real bitch!”

I laugh. “I know…which do you like more?”

“You mean I have to pick one?” He’s kissing down my spine.

“No…” I want him so badly to stop teasing me and do something. I know, I’m supposed to be patient, something totally against my nature and Jonathan knows it! If I act like this really isn’t bothering me, which I’m not good at, maybe he’ll do something.

He starts clawing at my back and the sides of my waist. This makes me shudder, but it feels so good. I sense him kneeling behind me and he moves closer so I can feel him against me. His erection is right up against my right ass cheek. He leans forward and kisses the back of my neck. He puts his hand on my ass and slides it towards the middle.

“Spread your legs,” he says in a deep, lustful tone.

I try my hardest to pull my knees apart without losing all balance. I can’t get them too far apart, they are supporting me because I don’t have the use of my hands.

“Come on, wider.” He’s breathing heavy.

“I can’t…this isn’t comfortable…please, untie me…I’m being pretty good aren’t I?”

He sighs loudly. He doesn’t want to, but he wants me even more. He quickly unties my right wrist, then my left.

“Turn around and sit on the table.”

I’m so glad to be free, I’ll do anything. I turn around to face him. He’s so beautiful with his hair slightly wet, hanging down. I love his hairy chest. His legs are long and lean and not too thin, just perfect.

“Put your arms and legs nd mnd me.”

I put my arms around his neck. He slides one arm around my back, the other under my butt and lifts me off the table, carrying me to the dining table. He lays me down on the cool marble on my back with my ass hanging off the side. He sits down in a chair right in front of me and pushes my legs apart. He face goes right for my crotch. He licks at it like a wild animal, panting and even growling a little. I go crazy as he tongues my slit. He slows down and pulls away. He runs his fingers over my slit before sliding two into me. I’m getting into this now, and suddenly I gasp. He still has a finger in my cunt; the other is in my ass. I clench at first, and then let him go in further, relaxing enough to allow his finger inbackback entrance.

“Mmm…that’s it, relax. Good girl.” He leans in and gives my clit a swift lick. I moan. I’m actually so turned on and so wet, that I can smell me. I want him to fuck me now…stop teasing and torturing. I’m so tired of messing around.

“Please…Jon…I want to…” I whimper as he slides fis fingers in and out of both entrances.

“No, no, no…don’t rush it.” He says calmly.

“JONATHAN DAVIS! PLEASE!” I’ve had all the teasing I can stand.

He swiftly pulls his fingers out and jumps to his feet. He reaches at me and grabs my neck at the back to pull me up. He gets right in my face, eye to eye. His thumb presses so slightly on my throat as he grips my neck. I glare into his lustful, perverted eyes.

“Don’t scream at me like that,” he says quietly, but angrily, and runs his thumb up and down my throat, “do you understand?”

“I want to fuck.”

“You are the most impatient little brat, you know that?” He looks right into my face.

“Yes.”

“Hmm…but you are pretty,” he says in a nicer tone, leaning in to kiss my cheek, “wait here.” He walks somewhere behind me and comes back. I see something red and leathery in front of my face before I feel a collar wrap around my neck. He fastens it where it’s comfortable for me, then I feel a tug and see him in front of me holding a leather strap. I’m on a leash.

“Come on.”

I slide off the table and allow him to guide me over to the bed. “Sit down, baby.”

I sit with my back against the backboard, towards to middle. It’s pretty low so he hangs the handle of the leash on the edge of it and sits in front of me. The leash is pretty long, so it doesn’t restrict my movement very much. I sit with my knees up.

“Now what did you want me to do to you, young lady?” He wraps a hand around my ankle and pulls my leg flat. He gets on his knees in front of me and does the same with the other leg. My legs are pretty far apart now and he has a very good view, he glances at it, noticing that I’ve carefully kept it shaved, before looking up at me.

I’m so turned on and so ready, that I can barely talk now. “Fuck me,” I say with a breath.

He pulls my ankles so that I’m laying in front of him, legs wide o He He grabs a pillow and tells me to “lift up” and puts it under my lower back and partially under my ass. He takes off his boxers and his cock is pointing straight at me, fully erect.

“You want it?”

“Yes, Jonathan, give it to me,” I say, gasping.

He rubs his thumb on my clit, making me moan softly. “You’re so wet…I could slide right on in there…is that what you want?”

“Yeah.”

“Yeah?”

“Please.”

“Hmmm…” he bends down to lick me once. He gets up and I feel the head at the opening. He smiles devilishly as he very, very slowly pushes it in. I start to close my eyes and he pulls out. I glare up at him.

“Jona-than! St-op!”

He laughs and does it again. I sigh. I look away, very frustrated, as I start to get angry, he grabs my hips and pushes himself into me completely, not very slowly, but not too fast either. It feels SO good that all I can do at first is sigh quietly. He pulls out and does it again. I moan now. He begins fucking me slowly. I’m so glad to have him inside me that I don’t care how he does it. His cock feels so good in me, pushing against the walls of my pussy. He changes his angle very slightly, but I feel it very intensely. I let out a small cry. He has hit that spot inside of me that makes me want to burst. I feel my first orgasm come upon me fast, before I can stop it. I scream out his name as I gush all over him. He gasps a little at this, but thoroughly enjoys it.

“Did you cum all over me baby? Did you cum for ‘Daddy’?”

“Yeah…”

“Do you want to do it again? Does that feel good?”

I moan in response. I reach up and put my arms around his neck, he leans in and preshis his body on top of mine as he fucks me at a steady pace. My nails claw down his back and he growls. Jonathan’s face gets very close to my neck. He starts kissing it really hard, then biting. He grabs my breasts and bites them too. I’m so into the sex, that the biting feels amazing. I put my hands in his long, dread-locked black hair and tug as I scream. He slowly looks up at me, grog ang and reaches up and puts his hand over my mouth. I try to shake my head away from his hand but he has it on there good.

“Don’t even think that you’re getting away from me, little girl,” he says in the most sinister manner, “I’ve got you, remember?” I almost forgot about the leash. I moan and scream as loud as I can with Jonathan’s hand over my mouth. He laughs.

“Scream all you want to, sweetheart.”

So I do.

“Mmm…I like to hear that. You’re such a dirty girl,” he says before licking my neck. He gets up on his knees and slowly pulls out of me.

“Turn over,” he orders, smacking the very top of my outer thigh.

I submissively flip over on my knees, over the pillow. He wastes no time and pushes his cock backo myo my slippery cunt. After a few seconds, he leans forward onto me and puts an arm around my waist in the front, he pulls me back so that he’s laying back and I’m on top with my back to him.

“Ride my cock like the nasty bitch you are,” he growls.

I obey, riding him hard in this awkward position. He starts getting into it and smacks my ass hard. He does this a few more times before telling me to turn around and face him. I turn and lower myself on his erection again and start to ride him. He gently takes my wrists, with his thumbs in my palms, and pulls me forward so that my breasts are right above him. He rubs his face on them and I press them down on his face. Then he pushes me up again and sits up with me so that we are both sitting up, our bodies locked together.

I wrap my arms around his neck, play with his hair a little and look deeply into his eyes, he catches me and meets my gaze. He puts both his arms around me and his forehead against mine. I put my lips against his and he responds with a very sweet kiss. His tongue gently makes its way between my lips and I stroke it with mine. We share a very long kiss during which I have another, more subtle orgasm. His touch is so amazing that it doesn’t take much. He kisses my neck and puts his mouth to my ear.

“Lay down, baby,” he says sweetly.

I lean back and he helps me lay on my back with his hand on the back of my neck. He gets to his knees and takes over again; sy aty at first, then harder. I moan loudly as he picks up his speed. I feel an orgasm coming over me and it approaches just when Jonathan rears his head back and growls:

“FUUUCKK!! AHHHWW!” His hot cum gushes inside of me. I lay under him panting heavily from my orgasm. He collapses on top of me and breathes heavily. He’s limp on me and I can’t breathe.

“Jonathan, honey…”

“I’m sorry, baby,” he says, still out of breath. He pulls out of me and rolls off me, laying next to me. I turn on my side and put my head on his hairy chest that’s slick with sweat. He puts his arm around my shoulder and kisses my forehead. The whole area around us smells like sweat and sex.

After about five minutes, when I get some form of strength back. I get up and pull the handle of the leash off the corner of the backboard. I start to walk away when I’m suddenly jerked back. I lose my balance and fall onto the bed on my back, laying perpendicular to Jonathan.

“WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU’RE GOING?”

“I was just going to put some clothes on.”

He sits up so that his face is above mine and grabs my face. “Did I say you could?”

“No…but…”

“So STAY HERE! I’m not FINISHED with you yet.”

“I’m sorry…”

“Get up on the bed, all the way.”

I turn my body and lay back down on the bed. Jonathan is on his knees, next to me looking down at me.

“What I am I going to with you? You don’t listen,” he sighs, “turn over, young lady.”

“No, you’re not going to…” I start to protest…big mistake.

He pushes me so that I’m on my front and pins me down with his knee on my back.

“DON’T TELL ME I’M NOT!” He shouts before sending a painful, sharp smack to my backside.

I cringe, knowing that there will be a few more. Sure enough, several follow. I can’t stand it anymore, I start crying again, begging him to stop.

“Please…I’m really sorry.”

“Oh, I know you’re sorry!” He keeps going and does not let up. Finally he stops, his arm tired. He sits down to rest. I’m laying on the bed, crying, my tears leaving marks on the pillow. I feel his hand on my back, and I jump.

“Shhhh…it’s okay, baby.” He rubs my back. I turn over and sit up.

“I’m sorry,” I say like a kid who knows she just got in trouble.

“It’s okay…” he sits against the back and pulls me on his lap. I rest my head on his shoulder and he cradles my head in his arms. I sniff, milking all the affection from him that I can. He kisses the top of my head.

“I’m sorry, did I hurt you baby?” He says softly, holding me close.

I sniff again and nod.

“Let me kiss it.”

I smile a little and get into position for his apology on my hands and knees. He gently strokes it before giving it a wet kiss. I breathe out a long, deep breath. He continues to kiss and lick very gently and suddenly I feel his finger on my back entrance, pushing, not penetrating, just pushing and rubbing. He starts to try to push his finger in without lube, hurting me. I jump away from him. He grabs my arm and forces me on my stomach again. He lays his upper body on top of my back to hold me down.

“DON’T TRY TO FIGHT ME! I knew I should have kept you tied down!” He tries again. I really don’t like this.

“Nooo…,” I whimper, “I’m not playing, it REALLY hurts,” I say more seriously.

He gets off me. “Don’t move.” He turns around and reaches for something in a drawer. He gets behind me again and I feel him dripping lube on me and his finger pushing in again, much more smoothly. I still clench, just a reflex. I’m trying to relax, but it’s a bit difficult since he tried to go in dry.

“Stop fighting,” he says loudly. I moan a little bit. “Breathe in, relax, we’ve gone through this.” He rubs my back. It helps a little and I start to allow his finger into my ass more. “That’s good, baby.” He pushes in a bit more and I moan again.

He drops more lube on me and eases in a second finger. He gently works them in and out, getting me used to the feeling again. I start to get into it more and am able to enjoy it quite a bit this second time.

He slowly pulls out and lays on his side, pulling me with him. I pull my upper leg close to me and he gently pushes his cock into my ass. I breathe in deeply and take him in. He pulls back out and back in again, with more ease. He drops more lube on me and starts to slowly fuck my ass. I really start to get into it, especially when he reaches around and under my leg to rub my clit. He really starts pumping away and I actually like it.

Somehow I end up on my front side and him on top of me, still going strong. I moan loudly as he pumps it in and out of me. Suddenly, he pulls it back, leaving in only the head and pushes in hard and deep, I cry out, but not because it hurts. Jonathan groans loudly too.

“Baby, you are so FUCKING tight…it feels good,” he licks my shoulder and kisses the back of my neck. “I love how your ass feels around my cock.”

“Fuck me harder, Jon.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, please.” I get louder than ever as he continues.

“You want it harder?”

“Yes.”

“Yeah?”

“Please,” I can barely say.

“Mmmm…” he rams it in. Loud cries of pleasure escape my lips.

“More, Jonathan…do it.”

He complies. I cry out again.

“You DO like it in the ass, don’t you honey? I knew you were a bad, dirty girl. I like that.” He bites my shoulder. I keep up my responses.

“You like it when I ram my dick up your tight little ass? Answer me.”

“Yes!” I scream. “Don’t stop!”

“Good girl…take it in you…MM!” He growls furiously.

I can’t believe how rough he’s going without hurting me. I know he’s getting close though. He tries to hold it in, but he knows he can’t anymore.

“Baby, I’m about to…”

“Do it! Cum in me Jonathan!”

He releases his load deep in my ass and falls limp once again on top of me. We’re both so tired, I’m afraid he might fall asleep on me.

“Jon?”

“Sorry, baby.” He gently pulls out of me and pulls me to lay on our sides together, the “spoon” position. “Girl, you wear me out. That’s what I like about you…among other things.”

I turn to face him. He lays on his back and I prop up on my elbow above his face, where he meets my eyes with that sweet, warm glow that I love and his gentle smile.

“It’s amazing how you can change your face so easily. You can look so sweet or very devilish.”

He grins and laughs. He knows it.
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“So, what happens tomorrow?”

“I said I came to see you, I’m yours all weekend if you want me.”

“And after that?”

“Baby, we’ve been through this…I’m going to keep coming back for you…to claim you,” that devilish grin flashes and then his sweetness emerges, “until you say stop, even then it might be hard to get rid of me” he strokes my hair, tucking a lock of it behind my ear, mumbling a comment about my “cute little ears”.

I’m satisfied with that. I smile wide and give him a peck on the lips and take my place beside him in bed, my head on his chest. He kisses my forehead and we say “goodnight” and fall asleep.
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