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53: In Control
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2025-03-25 05:09:01Marco's POV
Again, Elara disobeyed me… As if the last punishment wasn't enough, she has sinned.
Perched to the door frame and going undetected, I watched her banging body wrapped in thick hilarious clothes as she shifted on her feet, nervous.
She pressed the phone to her ear and played the voice message in low volume.
‘Lily, I think Matthew is missing… Call me whenever you get this.’
Her suddenly trembling hand tried to dial the number. To be certain that she was alone, she turned to confirm it, only to be faced with my hard figure.
Shocked, she jerked, causing the phone to almost slip off her slippery hold. Like I was a child, she hid her hands behind her back. Even her three-year-old was smarter.
“The phone.”
I pulled my hand out, my demand was direct and fierce.
Still, she tried to be adamant. It was the same reason we got here - her stubbornness.
“Give it now.”
Slowly, she walked towards me, her big eyes widened, eyelashes flickered. She looked pitiful, maybe broken.
Not buying her cheap blackmail, my hand remained stretched out, and eyes on the phone.
Unexpectedly, she sped past me like a gush of wind, so smooth, so fast… but not so smart.
I grabbed her waist, my hand rubbed her belly. In swiftness, I wrapped around her slender waist and snatched her to myself. Too petite for her attitude, she clung to me like mouse to a trap.
“Let go!”
Elara thrashed, wriggling in my arm like a doll.
Pulling her upward with just one hand, I raised her with ease, her legs were now suspended above the ground, ass kissed my stomach, messy hair dangled carelessly.
“Marco… stop.” She thrust her limbs in a fierce little fight. “It's an emergency.”
All the while, her ass pushed hard in my stomach, made my guts twist.
My eyes feasted on the soft flexible ball cladded in her baggy jeans.
“You're a spoiled lady.”
My words came with a spank, as I slapped her ass and it bounced to my touch, softer than I imagined.
“And you need to be tamed.”
Spank!
I scolded her with steady spanks, slapping her bum cheek, and squeezing.
“What are you doing?”
Her head bobbed against me as she stretched straight, muscles stiffened to resist me.
Like a piece of cake, I bent her over for another good spank, and with a frost in the cake, I ran my hands in between her thighs, greasing her healing pussy beneath the rough jeans.
“Ah…” she sucked in cold air and shuddered, unable to hide her repressed desires.
“Not now… what are you doing?”
Dumping her on the bed, she tried to crawl away, but I grabbed the waist of the jeans, and dragged her backward to the start of the bed.
“Teaching you a good lesson.”
The loud ripping of her jeans mixed with her shocked gasp. Her ass was left in an exotic display, with her thick cunt smooshed out like popped red cherry.
Tearing off the window I carved, I opened her up fully for a good lesson, and tossed the ripped fabric aside.
Her Virgin ass.
Rolling her like a dough, the side of her face pressed to the bed, and she settled on one shoulder.
“I'm ending your fucking attitude with a good fuck.”
For good penetration in her holes, I nudged her legs wider apart, ripping the jean further.
“Oh… fuck.”
She jerked and squirmed when I palmed her bruised pussy and swiped all the way to her asshole.
She was wet, fucking wet.
The drama of getting protected from my touch with numerous clothes was all to shame.
Splaying her butt cheeks wide open, I slipped between her legs, fitting right under her pussy.
The red rose opened like a morning dew, aroused clit pulsated, weak vagina walls dripped her pussy juice on me in a messy spread.
Taking her whole in my mouth, I sucked her thick lips and clit, and dipped my tongue in, drinking off every drop of her juice.
“Shit… oh fucking shit…” She stiffened and fucked my face aggressively. “Oh… yes… yes, master!”
Her free hand slipped beneath her hoodie, found my head, and raked through my hair, steadying my face while she fucked me badly.
Pulling away with a soft drag of her soft tissues, her clit was stuck in between my teeth in a soft nibble.
“Ah… fuck… FUCK!”
Thankfully, we were on the last floor, but our room wasn't soundproof, and it was fucking dark, where sound waves easily traveled far. I'd work on the soundproof.
Licking up her pussy, my tongue ran a smooth length up her ass, leaving cool trails on her sensitive spot.
Nose in her ass, I poked, grabbed her cheeks and spread open.
Tongue in, I poked harder, watching her tight asshole dilate and constrict, with the muscles getting new signals from my tongue flicks.
I licked around the hole and stick in my tongue, stretching her tiny muscles to fit around the tip of my tongue.
“Uh… hmm…” she groaned in pain and moaned likewise.
Pulling out the small drawers that held my nasty collections at the foot of the bed, my hands ran through the items, finding the perfect butt plug.
Something not so big, but not so small either.
Spank!
Her white skin turned red, burning to my touch.
In obedience, she arched forward, resting flat on her breasts, ass opened up for my flight act.
Pulling out the small bottle of anal lubricant, I pumped it on her butt crack, as it slide down, settling in her asshole.
Using the tip of the plug, I smeared the lubricant around, rubbing it extensively around the plug, then I pushed in… slowly… gently…
She winced, holding back a cry.
Her hand dug in the sheets as she grabbed it, tiny veins ran along the back of her hand.
I pulled out, and teased around her hole, giving her time to heal… been a fucking good master for the first time.
In.
This time, it wasn't so difficult.
Her muscles stiffened and when I spanked her, she released her grip in response, causing the slip in to be easier.
“Change of plans.” I stood up, leaving my work half done. “I need your tight ass widened like a whore before I fuck you… don't want to wreck your anal sphinters.”
It was both in mockery and consideration.
Giving a last tortous spank on her pussy, she jerked and squirmed like a squirrel, falling flat on the bed, and rolling on her side.
“DON'T.”
Leaving her with yet another harsh command, I walked downstairs for a bottle, and fresh air. Maybe a puff too.
Kaid was wide awake, an owl of the night.
Once he got a glimpse of me descending the stairs, he picked up my cigar case and my favorite liquor bottle, then approached me.
First, I took the cigar, lit it, and dropped the lighter on the tray.
“Report.” I dragged and puffed, and waited for him to pour me a glass.
Cautious, his dark eyes narrowed as he pour me two shots, not passing the invisible mark on the glass.
Perfect.
“Done.” Kaid's cold tone murmured and he handed me a glass.
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