Boy Friday

I slid between his legs and licked him to a climax. I watched him, lapped him as he softened and waited to be told what to do. He told me to wipe my face and left me perched on my knees, while he went to clean up. When he came back he began to run his fingers dully over me. I was too wet and too anticipant, too excited and squirming. I shivered. I begged

"Please go down on me"

He smacked me across the face.

"Don't tell me what to do"

He rolled me onto my stomach and rained my bottom with spanks. I drifted in and out, tripping on the knocks of pain and melting over them in my head.

He wouldn't fuck me, though I begged to be filled. He forced me open with a toy instead. Spread and eager I bucked myself to orgasm, dripping and oozing plainly in front of him. He berated me coldly.

We curled up together, kissed and napped a little.