“Holy shit! What was she like?”
“Come on,” Nick protested.
“I’m interested.”
“Yeah, and you’re the expert that said I’d lost my chance.”
“Yoga. Jesus. I’ve got to meet this chick.”
“You’d find her. . . different.”
“So what are you doing tonight? Coming out?”
“You want me to invite her?”
“Why not? Show her off.”
“She might not be interested. She’s kind of a strong-willed girl.”
“We’re starting off at Jenny’s around eight.”
“Okay, I’ll try.”
“Don’t let me down. Later.”
Nick hung up and stared at the wall. His erection had subsided, but Lucy had gotten him charged up. The way she had laid on top of him made him wonder if she was testing him again. If only he had an inkling of what was going on inside that pretty Asian head.
He went back down to find Lucy on her knees, arching backwards and holding onto her ankles.
“That looks painful,” he said.
She looked at him upside-down and replied, “Camel Pose. Good for the leg and back muscles and helps the respiratory system.”
Again, Nick couldn’t resist ogling that supple body straining against the thin fabric of the leotard.
“So I was wondering,” he said. “Are you doing anything tonight?”
“Why?”
“I’m meeting the guys and you were invited along.”
“That’s cute. How do they know about me?”
Nick flushed a little and then said, “I told them about this beautiful girl that’s renting one of my rooms.”
Lucy straightened up and stood. She placed her feet apart and stretched her arms up, pushing her breasts out.
“What else did you tell them?” she asked, without sounding concerned.
“That she makes me horny as hell, and I want to fuck her again and again.”
The words just came.
Lucy bent forward, rubbing her calves, so Nick had no idea what her reaction was going to be. Certainly, his fears about the consequences of the previous night seemed to be unwarranted. This was all still new and confusing for him.
She straightened up again and picked up the exercise mat. Then she walked nimbly past him and said, “If you want to fuck me, you’ll have to take me.”
Nick followed Lucy into the kitchen. She stood at the table and looked over her shoulder as if to say ‘dare me’. All Nick could focus on was the red leotard riding up the cleft of her buttocks.
Without warning, she swept the plate off the table and it shattered on the floor.
“What the hell did you do that for?” Nick asked.
The glass followed.
“Lucy! What the fuck?”
She turned and faced him, hoisted herself up onto the table with her legs apart, and then raised her middle finger. Nicks eyes dropped to her bulging mons, then back up to her impudent face.
“No,” he said, “not like this.”
Lucy raised her eyebrows, still holding his gaze. Nick couldn’t help but behold her nipples jutting hard against the red fabric, and he felt himself getting hard again too.
“Damn you, Lucy, I’m not going to…”
Nick couldn’t even say it, so Lucy helped him. “Rape me? Why not? It didn’t bother you last night.”
Nick stayed where he was, afraid of what might happen if he got too close to her.
“Look, Lucy, you know I like you -
more
than like - and yes, of course I desire you, but I’m not going to hurt you again…”
Lucy yawned, exaggerating it, and then closed her legs, pressing her thighs together.
So this is it,
Nick thought.
Either she takes it rough, or not at all.
He was still highly aroused, and now it was Lucy’s turn to scrutinize his
erection as it pushed against his shorts. She glanced down at the shattered crockery and asked, “Don’t you think I deserve to be punished?”
Nick didn’t answer.
“If you really were the man of the house, you wouldn’t allow me to get away with shit like this,” Lucy goaded.
Nick took a step towards her, and Lucy’s lips parted with a slight gasp.
“Maybe one of your friends would like to punish me…” she started, but then squealed, trying to roll away as Nick’s hands gripped her narrow waist.
With her soft round rump presented to him, Nick grabbed the leotard and yanked it hard up between her cheeks. Lucy thrashed her legs and tried to squirm away. She was a strong girl, but Nick was stronger. He wasn’t as mad at her this time, but the thought of her flirting with his buddies had spurred him into action. One arm firmly around her waist, the other stretching the thin crotch-piece up between her outer labia, Nick literally carried Lucy back into the living room, and dropped her onto the exercise mat. Immediately, Lucy tried to scramble away on her hands and knees, but Nick caught her ankle and dragged her back.
“You’re not getting away, you little vixen,” Nick said.
Lucy didn’t respond but she was panting hard. Nick slapped her on the right buttock, making her yelp. She twisted around and grabbed his hair with one hand and clawed at his cheek with the other. The sudden pain made Nick let go and she wriggled away and sprinted towards the door, then stopped and whirled around. Her face was illuminated, her cheeks flushed with passion, her breasts heaving. Then she picked up a glass decanter from the dresser and launched it against the opposite wall.
Nick stayed on the floor, watching in stunned disbelief.
“I’ll keep doing it until you stop me!” she laughed, and then darted up the stairs.
Nick touched his stinging cheek, and stood up slowly. He was thoroughly confused now. Was she trying to provoke him into raping her again, or was she really pissed at him? He needed to calm down and think about this. He figured he hadn’t misjudged the situation the previous night because she had been so intimate and tranquil with him just a few moments before.
There was another crash from upstairs.
Alright,
he thought.
Sex or no sex, this has to stop.
He took a deep breath and walked slowly up the staircase. When he reached the landing, he saw Lucy’s discarded leotard on the carpet. He paused and listened, but now she was silent. Slowly he approached Lucy’s door and pushed it open. She wasn’t there. Bracing himself, he went into his own bedroom. Lucy was standing naked on his bed, holding his cell phone up in the air. Her hair was a wild mane, and her magnificent, glabrous body, tensed and fit.
Nick looked around as calmly as he could. One of his bedside lights lay broken on the floor. He took a step towards her and she drew her arm back, ready to throw his phone.
Even as annoying as she was, Nick couldn’t help being aroused yet again by her nakedness. He moved away and quietly closed the door, turning the dead bolt.
“Now you’re not going anywhere,” he said in a menacing voice.
Then he hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his shorts and slid out of them. Slowly he circled the bed, his cock fully engorged, Lucy following it, her eyes blazing. She was so hypnotized by his throbbing penis, that she inadvertently allowed him to get closer and Nick suddenly whipped out his hand and grabbed her wrist, pulling her towards him. He squeezed hard and she let out a howl and dropped his phone. She fell to her knees and Nick put his free hand behind her neck and pulled her face towards his. She kept her mouth closed as he tried to kiss her, but Nick held her firmly in place and finally she parted her lips and he put his tongue inside her mouth, her nipples brushing against his chest as he relished her sweet saliva.
Then Lucy bit him, clamping down on his tongue. Too late, Nick realized she had him and he tasted blood as she began to pull back, yanking him towards her. A new rush of fury swept through him and he found her erect nipples with his fingers. He twisted hard and felt her hot breath as she gasped in shock. He continued pinching and squeezing as she tumbled backwards and then let him go.
Nick sat up and just as before, he straddled her, his balls pressing on her flat stomach, his hands pinioning her wrists to the bed. She looked up at him defiantly, her breasts rising and falling, brown nipples erect.
Before Lucy realized what had happened, Nick let go of her wrist and slapped her hard across the cheek, snapping her head to one side. She let out a snort and then looked back up into his eyes. As quick as a flash, he delivered another stinging blow, this time to her left cheek. Now she cried out in pain.
“Are you going to calm down and accept your punishment?” Nick hissed.
Lucy pressed her lips together and shook her head.
Again, Nick slapped her hard across her face. Tears were welling up in her eyes now and she let out an involuntary sob as Nick raised his hand yet again.
“Okay,’ she said, turning her face away.
“Okay, what?”
“I’ll take my punishment.”
Nick looked down at her bright red cheeks, her sparkling dark eyes, her smooth armpits, her swollen nipples, and a brief wave of remorse once again washed through him. But to his surprise, the feeling passed as quickly as it had come. He looked down at his own stiff member and couldn’t remember the last time he had felt this excited.
“Damn right you will,” he said.
Nick made Lucy walk back downstairs while he followed, taking in the delectable sight of her jiggling buttocks. She was subdued now, accepting her fate, and from the vibes he was getting from her, he was now convinced that this was what she wanted. She needed him to be angry, expected him to dominate her, and with a sudden jolt of anxiety, he realized that if he didn’t deliver, she might just look elsewhere for satisfaction. He had no idea what he was going to do, and again, he thought back to her drawings.
That has to be what she fantasizes about - being tied, helpless and beaten
.
And Nick was the guy she had chosen to do it.
He ordered Lucy to stand on her exercise mat - where they had earlier been so tender and had then fought like cat and dog.
“Things are going to change around here,” he said, surveying her nude body.
She just stood there meekly, her eyes following him as he walked up and down.
“You clearly have an attitude problem, and as long as you are in my house, you’ll abide by my rules.”
If he had heard himself saying this a couple of days ago, it would have sounded absurd, but Lucy wasn’t laughing, and from the look of her inflamed and dewy pussy lips, this was exactly what she wanted to hear.
Encouraged, Nick continued. “Do you have a problem with that?”
Lucy shook her head.
“Because you can leave now, if you do.” Nick instantly regretted his words even as they came out, because he already knew that, crazy as she was, if Lucy disappeared from his life now, he would be crushed.
When she remained where she was, Nick felt a surge of euphoria.
“If you behave, then I’m sure we can get along just fine,” he continued. “But I will not tolerate you breaking things, or insulting me again.”
He stopped in front of her, his hot dick pointing straight at her belly button.
“When I came in today, you were practicing yoga,” he said. “I want you to continue, until I tell you to stop.”
Lucy hesitated.
Had she been expecting that? Was it good enough for her?
Then she turned her back to him and slowly spread her legs. Reaching out with her arms, she stretched up and then bent forward, providing him with a perfect rear view of her open sex. Gradually, she leaned forward, keeping her legs straight, until her hands were flat on the floor.
My God, this girl is supple,
Nick thought.
“Hold that pose,” he said. “I’ll be right back.”
He went out to the kitchen and looked around. It wasn’t hard to locate something suitable. Hanging on a hook was a metal spatula which he took back with him. Looking at him upside down through her legs, Lucy let out a quivering groan.
Nick approached her and ran the cooking utensil lightly up her inner thigh until it brushed against her intimate petals. She let out a sharp breath and her legs trembled slightly. Then he reached down and pressed the cool metal against her nipples, whilst at the same time closely examining her fragrant vaginal lips.
Then he stepped back a pace and brought the spatula swiftly down onto her right ass cheek. It wasn’t hard but she let out a little cry anyway. Watching her firm cheeks shuddering, he alternated between them, slowly increasing the pressure until they were bright and rosy. All the time, Lucy emitted delicate little grunts and her cunt became ever wetter.
After a few minutes of light spanking, Nick had Lucy change position - supporting herself on her hands and feet, she arched her back, stretching every muscle and sinew, her erect nipples pointing skywards, her puffed-up genitalia spread wide. With Lucy watching upside down, Nick resumed slapping her with the spatula, only this time on her breasts and stomach. Athletic though she was, Lucy struggled to maintain this tiring position and soon her arms and legs began to tremble. Nick kept going, the metal instrument leaving her breasts and torso covered with ruddy marks. Finally, Lucy could hold the posture no longer, and with a groan, her legs buckled and she collapsed onto the mat.
At what point, Nick wondered, would she tell him to go to hell? His curiosity well and truly piqued, Nick instructed Lucy to lie on her back and then raise her legs until her ankles were either side of her head, with her ass and cunt, gaping and exposed above her face. Then he knelt down in front of her, so that his balls were dangling above her eyes and he began tapping away at her buttocks again. Her pussy was streaming now, and Nick could smell her succulent vaginal juices. Without warning, he slapped her directly between the legs. Lucy sucked air in between her teeth and her thighs began to jerk. Nick hit her on the vulva again, and this time she let out a tiny high-pitched scream and her whole torso convulsed. He threw the spatula down and leaning forward, touched his tongue against her labia.
“Oh God!” Lucy gasped, and Nick could feel her head twisting beneath his testicles.
He began to draw long strokes along her lips, tasting her briny secretions. Lucy was making an extended moaning sound now as Nick dipped his tongue deep inside her velvety interior. He traced his way down, and located her inverted clitoris, teasing it with the tip of his tongue. Suddenly Lucy screamed and a violent spasm shook her entire body as she ejaculated a stream of female fluid over Nick’s face. Surprised though he was, Nick stayed still, letting her juices run down his chin, and snorting it up his nostrils. He felt her hand on his penis as he continued to nuzzle away at her moist petals.
He leaned forward and stretched his legs back behind him and felt Lucy guiding his cock into her mouth and she began to suckle it while Nick made gentle thrusting motions with his pelvis. Still he licked and probed at her vaginal opening whilst gripping her buttocks and feeling his own orgasm beginning to rise. The whole of Lucy’s inner thighs and pubic area were now slick with her fluids and Nick’s saliva. Lucy started to utter low guttural grunts as Nick began to rhythmically thrust in and out of her mouth, his scrotum bouncing into her eyes.
His face awash with Lucy’s flowing nectar, Nick located her anus with the tip of his tongue, first tracing circles and then nudging his way into her puckered hole. His face was slick and sticky, but he gripped the bucking girl ever tighter, never wanting to get away from this glorious place.
Through his ecstasy, Nick was vaguely aware that Lucy was slapping her hands frantically against his thighs and with a jolt he realized he was suffocating her with his prick. He raised himself up on his toes, his dripping cock suspended over her face, and she drew in a deep breath. Then Lucy came again, another liquid eruption, and Nick opened his mouth to greedily gulp down her ambrosia. Through the mist, he was aware that Lucy was pumping his cock with her hand and then with a sudden jerk he also came, depositing a salvo of ropey, white semen over her breasts. His orgasm seemed to last forever, and when it subsided, he finally released his grip on her waist, and allowed Lucy to lower her legs.
They lay on their backs on the mat, panting, covered in each other’s exudations. After a moment, Lucy turned her head towards him, her eyes searching his, and then they put their mouths together and kissed, deep and long.