Sasha's Portrait (3 page)

“The tow truck’s on its way,” Sasha said when he returned with his bags. “They need the information from your rental agency.”

“I’ll give them a call.” Setting down his bags in the living room, he walked over to where she stood nervously in the kitchen doorway. Her nipples puckered, blatantly revealing how his nearness affected her. Reaching out, he palmed her breast through the thin shirt. “I want to stay here, with you, this week,” he said bluntly, his eyes rising from her breasts to her face. “I want to fuck you in every way possible and then start all over again.”

Sasha couldn’t help but lean into his hand, wishing he’d pull up her shirt and touch her naked breast. But, before she could give in to temptation, she had to be as open and honest as he was. “I’m not a submissive.” She wanted him to know she was willing to go only so far with him.

“No, you’re not. But then, I didn’t ask you to submit to me. I asked you to fuck me. There’s a definite difference.”

Her brows drew into a frown. “What?”

“If you were a sub, I wouldn’t ask.”

She colored at her ignorance and wondered if she was too inexperienced to be able to please a man such as him. “I’m not very experienced,” she admitted shyly. “I don’t know if I can satisfy you the way you’re used to.”

Her red face told him what it cost her to admit her insecurities; her hard nipple poking his hand told him she was more than willing to try. “Don’t worry about that. I have a feeling it’s going to be a very satisfying week, in several ways.”

Sasha breathed a sigh of relief. She really did want to get naked with this man. “You can put your bags in my room. I’ll order a pizza, if that’s all right for dinner. I wasn’t planning on company tonight.”

“I like the works on mine,” he said, releasing her breast and retrieving his bag.

Derrick returned to the kitchen as she was hanging up the phone from ordering the pizza. “It’ll be here in twenty minutes.”

“Good,” he nodded as he turned one of the kitchen chairs away from the table and sat down. “That will give us enough time to get a little matter taken care of.”

“What?” she asked warily, her throat suddenly dry.

“Your punishment for your earlier liberties with my cock. Come here, Sasha,” he commanded.

Sasha moved slowly towards him; her heart pounded with trepidation; her pulse leapt with excitement. She wasn’t sure what he had in mind or if she would enjoy it if it involved pain. But she thought she just might.

“What are you going to do?”

“I’m going to spank that ass of yours. Something you’ll have to get used to if you want me to stay this week.”

Sasha simply nodded, too nervous to speak. She wouldn’t ruin her chances of sharing an erotic week with this man by balking at the first unknown experience.

“Pull down your shorts and bend over here,” he said patting his lap.

Sasha slowly lifted her hands to the waist of her shorts, pushing them down to her mid thigh. Leaning over, she draped herself across his hard thighs and almost gasped at how turned on she was to be in such a position. She felt completely vulnerable lying there with her shorts down, her naked ass revealed for his abuse. Her head hung almost to the floor, and she felt the blood rush to her face. She gasped when his hand rested on her right buttock and slowly roamed her soft flesh. She couldn’t stifle a groan as she felt her pussy dampen and swell with need.

“Uh, huh. We can’t have that,” he admonished, lifting his hand from her cheek before bringing it back down, hard.

Sasha yelped but didn’t try to get away. The pain quickly subsided and left behind heated pleasure before he smacked her again, harder. His swats came faster and harder until she was squirming on his lap and whimpering in pain; her body was on fire with an aching need to come. She couldn’t believe how much the pain turned her on; how much she loved the feel of his hard hand hitting her soft, vulnerable flesh; and how much she wanted him to continue.

Derrick had originally intended to go easy on her as it was her first experience in punishment. But her cries of pleasure, the way she started to lift her hips for each swat, and the beautiful crimson flush of her buttocks made him continue; his smacks covering her entire ass before moving to the tops of her thighs. Her ass was perfect, round, firm globes made for punishing, made for him.

By the time he stopped, she had tears in her eyes, and her pussy was seeping her juices down her thighs. Inserting one long finger into her folds, he was pleased to feel how much she had enjoyed that.

“Please, Derrick,” she pleaded softly, wiggling against his hand.

“No pleasure right now, Sasha,” he said sternly, removing his hand from her tempting pussy and lifting her off his lap. “Go stand in the corner, pants down, until the pizza gets here.”

Sasha didn’t think she could become more mortified over this experience, but she was wrong. She knew he knew how excited her first spanking had made her, how wet she was, and how she ached for an orgasm that his abuse had elicited. Now, she was actually going to stand in a corner like a wayward child; her shorts lowered, exposing her redden buttocks. As she moved to the corner, she couldn’t deny the rush of pleasure she got at doing his bidding, at knowing how excited he was in seeing her thusly chastised.

Her buttocks felt swollen and hot; the ache a pleasant throbbing stimulant to her overheated senses. She couldn’t wait to fuck him.

Chapter Three

“Why do you wear such ugly clothes?” Derrick asked before taking another big bite of pizza.

Sasha frowned, looking down at her usual attire for around the house. Shrugging, she replied, “They’re comfortable. It’s not like I have to please anyone. I do live alone.”

“You did. For the next few days, you have to please me, and it would please me to have you naked, or near naked, when we’re here.”

Her eyes widened in shock and arousal. “I can’t just sit around naked!”

“Why not?”

“Well,” she floundered, wondering what to say.

Derrick chuckled at her dilemma. “See, there’s no reason why not. You don’t have a bra or panties on. Is that because you like the feel of the soft cloth against your pussy and your nipples or because it makes it easier to touch yourself whenever the urge strikes?” At her vivid flush, Derrick knew he had hit it right on the button.

Sasha wasn’t so sure she liked the way he could peg her so easily especially after only knowing her a few hours. Of course, in those few hours, she had jacked him off, masturbated in front of him, and allowed him to spank her naked ass. The fact was that was exactly why she wore such loose clothing with nothing underneath. She loved touching herself, bringing herself to orgasm. Or maybe it was just that she loved to come and getting herself off was her only respite. Until now.

Sasha refused to answer him, swallowing her last bite of pizza down a throat suddenly gone dry.

“I’ll take it by your silence that I’m right. When you become my sub, though, I’ll expect an answer when I ask you something.”

“I’m not becoming your sub, I told you that.” Just the thought of allowing him complete control over her terrified her. She was too ignorant about such matters to be able to fit into that part of his world. Reading about submitting and actually doing it were two different things, even if she did have to admit that the reality of being spanked was far better than she could have imagined.

“Well, certainly not anytime soon. Right now, we’ll settle for some tutoring.” Rising from the table, he took her hand and led her into the living room. Stopping in front of the sofa, his hands went to the hem of her shirt, and he slowly lifted it over her head, his eyes never leaving hers.

“Don’t you want to go into the bedroom?” Sasha asked, resisting the urge to cover her breasts.

“Eventually,” he replied as he skimmed her loose shorts down her long, lean legs. “Right now, I want you to sit on the couch, brace your feet on the table here, legs spread as wide as you can. I want to watch you masturbate for me again.”

Sasha sat down, excited about doing as he asked. She recalled the way he had watched her earlier, his eyes glued to her pussy as she came, and remembered how much it had turned her on to have an audience.

Derrick moved across from her, sitting in a wide, stuffed chair. He had an excellent view of her pussy as she spread her legs. “Scoot down more towards the edge. I can see more that way.”

Sasha thought her heart would explode it was beating so rapidly. She was slouched now, having moved to the edge as he directed, her legs splayed wide. The cool air on her heated flesh felt arousing, as did the look in his grey eyes as they stared at her spread folds.

Derrick smiled to himself. She hadn’t touched herself yet. She didn’t even realize she was waiting for his instructions to proceed. “Use your thumbs first to spread your lips for me. I want to see all that pretty, wet pink flesh.”

Sasha averted her eyes, too embarrassed to look at him as she did as instructed. Holding herself open, she waited for further instructions.

“Look at me,” he commanded after a few seconds. When she raised timid, blue eyes to his, he damn near came in his jeans. She couldn’t hide the fact that she was totally aroused even though she was unsure of herself. Her cunt was so wet that her cream was seeping out. “Finger yourself with one hand while you play with your nipples with the other. Go slow; I don’t want you to come too soon. Watch me while you fuck yourself.”

Sasha was afraid she would come the minute she touched her clit; she was so turned on. Her eyes on his, she slowly inserted two fingers between her damp folds, feeling her walls contract around them, her wetness coating them. Her other hand went to her breast, cupping it; her finger and thumb pulling on the nipple tautly. The combined stimulation had her quickly panting; her skin lightly coated with a sheen of sweat as she continued to pleasure herself.

When Derrick opened his jeans and released his huge, hard cock into his hand, she damn near exploded right then. She couldn’t believe how much it excited her watching him fondle his cock; his large hand moving slowly up and down the length before moving lower and cupping his balls. Her fingers moved faster, and her breathing grew heavier at the erotic sight.

“Slow down, Sasha,” Derrick said. “Do you enjoy watching me touch myself?”

Sasha nodded her head. “Yes.”

“I enjoy watching you also.” His hand moved back up his length, covering the seeping head and then moved back down as she thrust her fingers knuckle deep, over and over; her thumb rubbing her clit back and forth, and her fingers pulling her nipples.

When she threw her head back, her hips arching into her marauding hand, he knew she had come hard and fast. He watched her jerk against her hand, drank in her cries of release, and ejaculated to the sight of those wet fingers bringing herself pleasure. It was obvious she wasn’t a novice to masturbation and enjoyed pleasuring herself. Her nipples were red and pointed from pinching them so hard. He wondered if she knew the significance of that. He doubted it, but he did. She enjoyed that little bite of pain. It added to her pleasure as nothing else could. He was really going to enjoy broadening her horizons.

Rising, he adjusted his jeans, slipped off his shirt, and laid it on the chair. Sasha watched him warily as he approached her; her hand still moving lightly over her pussy. He watched her fingers run over her spread folds, rubbing her wetness along the outside of her pussy. “You like touching yourself.”

“Yes.” She saw no reason to deny what was obvious.

Sitting down next to her, Derrick lifted her onto his lap sideways. “My turn to play a while.” Picking up the remote, he turned on the television and flipped through the stations until he came upon an action movie he had already seen but liked well enough to watch again. Derrick sat with her in his lap, his arm around her waist. After about ten minutes, she started shifting and wiggling impatiently, and he smiled to himself.

Sasha was frustrated. Here she was, completely naked with a man for the first time in three years, and he wanted to watch television. She wondered what he was waiting for; and, finally, she didn’t care. His jean clad thigh was hard beneath her bare ass, his shoulder was hard beneath her head, and his waist was hard beneath her arm. She wanted to feel all that hardness against her, over her, and under her, and she wanted that large, hard cock filling her emptiness.

“Derrick,” she finally moaned, feeling his cock now poking her buttocks through his jeans.

Derrick reached up and pinched her nipple, hard. “Hush,” he admonished her. “I’m trying to watch this.”

That pinch on her nipple was enough to get her going again, building her need for another orgasm. Spreading her legs, she decided to take matters into her own hands, again, since he was intent on ignoring her. His deep voice stopped her as she was reaching between her legs.

“No, Sasha, not this time.” Grabbing her hands, he pulled them behind her back and quickly had her over his knees; one hand holding her wrists pinned together, and the other smacking her buttocks. “I didn’t tell you to touch yourself. I think you did that just so you could get your ass spanked again,” he said as he brought his hand down hard and fast, ignoring her pleas and whimpering.

Sasha realized two things simultaneously. He had goaded her until she ended up in her current position, and she loved the feel of his hard hand smacking her tender globes, loved the fiery pain that left her breathless with the need to come. Jerking her hips against his hard thigh, she cried out as she came, surprised at how quickly it burst upon her and how intense her orgasm was. The spasms went on and on, as did his punishing hand; and, by the time she was reduced to small tremors, she lay docilely over his lap, completely sated.

Derrick lifted her upright, releasing her wrists. His hand grabbed her behind her head and pulled her face down to his. His breathing was harsh as his lips claimed hers in a hard kiss; his tongue invading her mouth and ruthlessly exploring every corner.

His mustache tickled, was all Sasha could think as he kissed her. She groaned, leaning into him as he continued to eat at her mouth, as she kissed him back with all the need and longing she was feeling. When his hand cupped her breast, his thumb rubbing the nipple, she arched into him as she grabbed his other hand and moved it between her spread thighs.