Chapter 18

“You know I feel like punishing you,” Dennis said almost blandly as he nuzzled her neck.

Marqi looked up, startled, and stuttered, “Wh-what?”

“Yes,” he continued, seemingly unaware of her detachment from his affections. “I’m quite angry with you really.”

Marqi pushed him away and sat up in bed, shoving herself toward the motel’s standard headboard. She pulled up a corner of the sheet and covered herself protectively with it. Dennis narrowed his eyes at her and took in the doe-like expression on her face.

“You seem upset,” he said silkily, skulking across the mattress toward her.

“Why wouldn’t I be?” she shot back in a blaze of self-respect, “You just told me you were going to punish me because you’re angry, and I’m naked, which puts me in a uniquely vulnerable position.”

There was the lawyer speak she’d always wanted to conjure. Marqi blinked at him plainly while Dennis eyed her like a cat toying with a mouse. “I like you best this way—naked and vulnerable.”

Marqi inflated her chest with breath and watched his gaze follow the gesture. She wasn’t about to let him punish her for anything.

“Maybe I feel like going home now.” The words were bold, but her voice quavered in betrayal, and Dennis laughed.

“Oh, Marqi, why do you torment yourself? You should do as I say; we’d both be happier.” He caught her wrist and pulled it down to his mouth for a kiss. The tennis bracelet he’d given her slid down her tender flesh causing him to chuckle. “Still can’t get it off?”

She leaned forward, determined to throw him off his game, and said, “I haven’t really tried.”

She cupped his face in her hands and drew his lips to hers. After a soft, lingering kiss, she released him and watched as he rocked his hips against the mattress.

“You’re really something,” he told her, his eyes sizing her up.

She looked at him coyly and offered up a half-smile. Letting the sheet fall away from her pert breasts, Marqi said silkily, “You should know. You’re something yourself.”

Whether or not it was an insult, Dennis couldn’t tell. He didn’t care much when her nipples were right in his face, though. Mostly he cared that she was naked and near and tending to his hardening cock. He was ready for a blowjob, and wasted no time sliding up onto his knees to show her. He took her hand and guided it to his cock, helping her stroke it slowly from the base to the tip. Then he cradled her head, winding his fingers through her hair, and brought her mouth to it. Marqi swallowed, keeping her lips shut as she considered her next move. She didn’t want to give in to his demands, didn’t want him to control her, and yet the glistening cock was at her lips, straining toward her. It looked so enticing...

She licked her lips and considered her options, his hand still forcing hers to nicely stroke his hardened cock. Her pussy was already aching for him again. The betrayal of her body to her mind was outrageous, but the buzzing in her brain was back, and she carelessly opened her mouth. She admitted his cock to the cavern of her mouth, sheltering him in its warmth as she licked him slowly, pausing at the tip for special attention. A sigh escaped him as his eyes closed and his fingers loosened their grip on her hair. Marqi saw her chance to get the upper hand and took it. She pushed him down on the bed and pinned him beneath her body as she climbed onto his cock.

“Hey!” he protested as she sank down on his erection. He hissed lightly, trying to decide which he wanted more—the delicious friction her pussy was giving his cock or having his own way. Her cunt tightened around him, giving him a squeeze that made his decision for him. He moaned and lay back, his hands sliding along her natural curves as his head hung partway off the bed. She lifted herself up on all fours, pulling herself almost completely off his cock so that only the tip remained wedged in her wet pussy. Then she sank down on him again, impaling herself fully on his hard-on. Dennis gasped, loving the sensation of her cunt clutching him so tightly, hugging him close while her tits bounced before his eyes. A quick curl brought his mouth to her nipple. He took it between his teeth and was rewarded with a hiss from Marqi. She laced her fingers behind his neck, supporting his head while he licked her breasts, wetting the twin peaks with his tongue while she rose up and down on his hard shaft. His cock was swollen inside her, her pussy wet just for him as she rode him long and hard, sitting down deep, rocking her ass on his balls. He let his hands slide down her sides all the way to her slender hips, forcing her to rock on him harder. She dropped his head back on the bed and began riding him earnestly. She fisted the sheets in her fingers, finding leverage in the cool threads, and encased his cock again and again with her clinging, wet, needy pussy.

Dennis had never liked having the woman on top, but he was beginning to see its merits. Watching her breasts sway before him while she worked hard for her release was certainly interesting, and it felt good, too. He loved the way she sank down on him completely, and that little, primal noise she was making. He dug his fingers into her hips as her eyes flashed at him.

“More,” he demanded, and she fulfilled. Her little body writhed on his cock, giving and taking with every thrust he made up into her pussy.

She groaned for him, riding his cock hard till she came, wet and moaning, all over her, and he gratefully followed. His cock spasmed inside her, shooting thick strands of come in her pussy while she panted atop him. Dennis groaned as his balls emptied themselves.

When he finished she was smiling at him. It looked victorious. He was fraught with the desire to spank her.

She sat up straight, climbing off his cock, her dripping pussy releasing him as she did. She looked right at him and he could swear he knew what she was thinking.

Now who’s being punished?