"I should reward you for your determination, shouldn't I?"
My words lingered in the air as Luciene's eyes widened, the innocent surprise slowly giving way to eager anticipation. Her breathing quickened, her chest heaving rapidly beneath the delicate fabric of her lingerie. Her body was young, its curves understated yet irresistibly inviting: a soft, widening arc from her narrow waist to her hips, breasts full and perfectly proportioned, her skin flawless and flushed a pale pink in the morning light. She tilted her head slightly in silent assent, unable to speak. She only bit her lower lip, which trembled with need.
I slid my hand from her chin to her shoulder, gripping firmly but with control. I turned her around so she faced the wall. For a moment her back pressed against me, her warmth flooding my palm. My hands encircled her waist, fingers sinking into the softness of her skin as I gently bent her forward.
"Bend over," I said in a low, commanding whisper.
Luciene obeyed without hesitation. She placed her palms against the wall and arched her hips back toward me.
Her lingerie still clung to her, the thin fabric tracing the perfect curve of her ass, accentuating its natural roundness. Her knees bent slightly, her position exactly as I wanted: surrendered, exposed, vulnerable.
The first spank landed with a sharp crack that echoed through the room. I struck her right cheek with my palm, hard but measured. Luciene's body jolted, a soft moan escaping her lips. I turned her face so I could see it; her cheeks were already flushed, now deepening to crimson, her eyes half-lidded.
"More," she whispered involuntarily, her voice trembling with hunger.
I could already feel her wetness; the heat between her thighs was unmistakable, her panties growing soaked.
The second spank was harder, on her left cheek. A faint pink mark bloomed instantly. The third, the fourth… With each strike her ass quivered, the soft flesh rippling. On the fifth she moaned loudly, head falling back. By the sixth her skin had turned a deep pink; by the seventh, a rich, angry red.
I didn't pause between strikes; the rhythm was relentless. Luciene was melting under the onslaught. Her thighs trembled, her arousal beginning to trickle down, staining the insides of her legs. Her face burned, the flush spreading to her neck and ears. Tears gathered in her eyes, but they were not caused by pain, but by pure, overwhelming pleasure.
"Aurelius…" she moaned my name with obsessive devotion, as if this sting were the greatest gift I could give her.
Her ass was now glowing, hot to the touch.I pressed my palm against her skin, rubbing in slow circles. Ostensibly, I was trying to soothe her, but truly, I was reminding her who she belonged to. Luciene pushed back against my hand, silently begging for more.
I tore her panties down; the fabric pooled at her feet. She was fully bare now, her curvaceous body gleaming in the dim light: the perfect roundness of her ass, the dip of her waist, the graceful arch of her back.Her arousal was unmistakable: her thighs glistened and the scent of her desire filled the room.
I freed myself from my trousers, my hardness springing free. Keeping her bent over, I moved in behind her. One hand on her waist, the other tangling in her hair, I tugged her head back gently.
"You're mine," I growled into her ear, voice rough with possession.
Luciene moaned. "Yes… only yours," she answered, her voice breaking with love.
I pulled her hair a little harder, tilting her head so her eyes met mine. That obsessive adoration was still there, as if I were the center of her entire world.
"On your knees," I commanded, low and absolute.
She dropped instantly, sinking onto the soft carpet. Her trembling hands settled on my thighs, fingers tracing my skin. Her gaze locked onto my thick, veined, throbbing cock as she parted her lips and breathed hot and fast.
"Lick."
A flicker of surprise crossed her face, but understanding followed quickly, and she swallowed hard.
Her inexperience was obvious. I knew she'd never done this before, yet her eagerness was so intense that even her first tentative touch sent a shiver through me. She brushed her lips against the tip, soft and shy, like a hesitant kiss. Then her tongue emerged, lapping slowly, tasting me. The warmth, the wetness… it was pure, unfiltered pleasure. She looked up, her eyes searching for approval, or perhaps simply lost in adoration.
"Keep going," I said, tightening my grip in her hair. "Take me in your mouth."
She opened wider and slid forward. The hot, wet heat of her mouth enveloped me instantly; her tongue moved randomly at first, sucking clumsily but with desperate enthusiasm. Every motion drove me wild. She moaned around me, the vibrations shooting straight through me.
"Deeper," I guided, pressing gently with my hand. "Use your tongue. Move your head while you suck."
She began bobbing, her mouth tightening around me. Her tongue traced the underside, following the veins. Tears welled up as I reached her throat. But she didn't pull away; she took more, surrendering completely. Her hands moved from my thighs to the base, stroking and squeezing. She'd found her rhythm now: strong suction, tongue swirling expertly.
Pleasure crashed over me in waves; I fought to stay in control. "Good girl," I murmured.
The praise ignited her. She moved faster, her mouth fully claimed by me. As I neared release I gripped her hair tighter.
"Swallow every drop…!"
I erupted into her mouth, hot pulses flooding her throat. Luciene didn't pull away; she swallowed greedily, her throat working as her tongue caught every last bit. Then she eased back slowly, lips swollen and glistening. She looked up at me with those pure, love-drenched eyes… and smiled. A small, shy, proud smile, as if she'd just received the greatest reward.
"Good girl," I said again, the approval in my voice making her glow.
I lifted her by the arms and tossed her lightly onto the bed. She landed face-down, legs parted, her reddened ass even more prominent against the sheets. I climbed over her, my body sinking into her soft curves. Her face was buried in the pillow as my chest pressed against her back.
I wrapped one hand around her throat, firmly but not too tightly, just enough to restrict her breath slightly and deepen the surrender in her eyes. But I didn't squeeze yet. First I parted her burning cheeks, fingers brushing the hot skin. My cock, hard again, pressed against her soaked entrance. In one thrust I buried myself to the hilt.
"Ahhhh! No…"
Luciene shuddered instantly, a small climax rippling through her. She cried out, back arching, legs wrapping around me involuntarily. Her inner walls clenched in spasms, her wetness surging. Her eyes fluttered shut as a broken cry of pure ecstasy escaped her. I could feel the warmth all around me, so I pulled back slightly to take a look. There was a faint trace of blood mixed in with her release. Proof of her virginity.
"Aurelius… ahhh! You… Hmmmmnnn…." she whispered, voice choked with pleasure.
After that first climax, I didn't pause; I found a hard, merciless rhythm immediately. Gripping her hips, I spread her wider; the inflamed skin burned under my palms, those dark red marks branding her as mine. With every thrust I drove deep, and when I withdrew her walls clung desperately, refusing to let go. Those soft, velvety folds felt alive, rippling around every inch of me.
God, those inner walls… indescribable. It was warm and slippery, tight and resistant at the entrance, then opening into deeper, undulating ridges that engulfed me completely, gripping me in layers with every thrust. My thickness stretched her, and she answered with rhythmic contractions, pulling me deeper, sucking as I withdrew, blooming open with each plunge.
She was so wet that every movement produced obscene, wet sounds that mingled with the slap of skin on skin. Her soft inner texture stroked along my length; when I bottomed out and pressed against that sensitive spot deep inside, her entire body shook.
I tightened my hand on her throat now, fingers feeling her racing pulse, restricting her air just enough. She lifted her head slightly from the pillow, her moans growing muffled but more intense.
"Aurelius… please… AHHNMM…" she gasped, voice fractured and pleading.
I sped up; each collision of my hips against her reddened ass echoed through the room. Her inner walls had completely given in to my rhythm, opening with each thrust and tightening with each withdrawal, trapping me inside. Her back arched again, legs splayed wide, toes curling into the sheets. Another orgasm built inside her; her walls milked me in rhythmic pulses, her wetness dripping down my thighs.
"You were made for me, Luciene…" I murmured against her ear, squeezing her throat a fraction more.
She melted completely at the words; her depths spasmed hard around me, triggered by my voice. I kept going, relentless, lost in that soft, welcoming heat, claiming more of her with every stroke. Luciene's moans had turned into hoarse screams, overflowing with love. She was begging my name and offering everything to me alone.