until I say."
"Sir, Please..."
"You will not question me!" He bellowed and watched her shiver again, this time in fear.
"Yes, sir, I’ll do as I’m told."
Satisfied he release her hands and watched with interest as she rubbed her wrists for a moment before flicking fearful eyes at him and moving towards the desk. She bent over the hard wood and gripped the sides and waited.
Axle groaned as another wave of hot lust rocketed through his large body and drew even more blood to his engorged cock. He had thought her held was erotic, this was way past that. Bent over, Marnie presented her luscious round ass to his hungry eyes. And through her soaking panties he could make out her sweet pink pussy lips.
He had to take several deep breaths before he was sure he wouldn’t simply rip open his pants, pull down her panties and fuck her. When was the last time he’d been this fucking horny? Not since he was fourteen and found his father's secret collection of magazines. He remembered wrapping his fingers around his cock for the first time, the forbidden thrill, the burning rush of pleasure as he stroked himself watching those filthy sluts present their cunts for the camera.
Marnie was no magazine slut but she was still here for his pleasure and he planned to enjoy her very much. His hand rested on her upturned ass, and gently caressed her soft, creamy flesh for a moment. Her mewing and gently shifts told him how much she enjoyed his touch.
His lip curled and something dark and dangerous coiled in his stomach. His palm twitched. Pulling back his hand he delivered a sharp slap to one creamy cheek. The smack stung his hand and Marnie cried out, but didn’t attempt to escape. He smacked her again and she whimpered, again and again and again. It wasn’t until the tenth smack of his large hand against her tender ass that he noticed that though she whimpered, Marnie was raising her ass to his hand with every strike.
It was too much. He had to feel her cunt now.
Marnie
Marnie gasped when Axle suddenly yanked her to her feet.
He spun her to face him and pulled her flush against his broad chest. "My sweet slave," he murmured, his voice husky. "You have pleased me very much."
A bubble of pride to grew inside her chest and she smiled shyly. "Thank you, Sir."
He cupped her face and tipped her chin up so she was gazing straight into his dark eyes. "I need you,” he rasped.
He set her on the large bed and she sat up, knees bent and her hands covering her breasts. He chuckled at her modesty and she felt her cheeks flush. Growing up in around bikers should have cured her of modesty. Her stepsister, Ginger, was always teasing her about how easily she blushed, but Marnie couldn’t help it.
She watched, her heart beating faster, as he unbuckled his heavy belt. It clinked in his fingers and finally came free. Next he made short work of the button and zip Marnie and gasped, her eyes growing wide when his cock sprung free, hard and long and thick.
His gaze never leaving hers he curled his long fingers around the thick rod and growled between clenched teeth.
“Spanking your ass got me so fucking hard.” He started stroking his cock, long slow pulls. “How about you come have a taste.”
When she hesitated his eyes narrowed dangerously and without argument she crawled closer so her mouth was a bare inch from the wide head of his erection. The tip glimmered with precum and without thinking Marnie leaned closer and lapped at it.
Axle groaned and his hips bucked. “Ooh yeah. Take me in your mouth, darlin’. I wanna feel your lips wrapped around my dick.”
“Yes, sir,” she managed.
Marnie looked at his hard length. It was much bigger then Rory’s and she had to admit that the sight of Rory’s cock had never made her tingle the way she was right now. Looking at it, she couldn’t help wondering what it would feel like pressing into her tight opening, spreading her cunt wide and filling her to capacity.
It was wrong. Wrong,