Free Impact by Cassandra Carr Page B

kissed her, briefly pushing his tongue into her mouth. He tasted like pure man, and she felt herself slipping a little further. She drifted off to sleep almost immediately with one thought lingering in her mind—how could she convince him to stay, to be what she knew he could be?
    * * * * *
     
    The next morning she woke up and found herself lying on her side as Conner pushed into her from behind. “Mornin’.”
    “Hey,” she answered, her mind sluggishly trying to climb out of the depths of sleep.
    He fully seated himself in her pussy and began to push in and out. “Wrap your hands around the headboard and don’t move ’em.” Crawling over her body, he pushed her to her stomach and pulled her up, tucking her knees into her chest and splaying her legs wide. “Now that’s what I like to see first thing in the mornin’,” he said, grunting as he pushed in again, harder. “Your pussy’s all nice and pink, stretching to take my dick. And this ass,” he palmed her generous globes, “I can’t wait to get inside this ass. Has anyone ever fucked your ass before, Jessie girl?”
    “Once,” she whispered.
    “Your pussy about flooded my cock when I talked about taking you there. Maybe tonight…” he mused. “Do you want me to fuck your tight little ass tonight?” She whimpered as she thought about him taking ownership of that forbidden spot on her body. He slapped her ass. “Answer me.”
    “Yes.”
    “Yes, what?” She knew what he wanted her to say, but she couldn’t bring herself to say the words out loud. Last night it had seemed so easy. Now in the harsh light of day, though, not so much. He drew back and pounded into her. “Yes, what, Jessie girl?” She forced herself to breathe as another resounding smack echoed sharply, then several more. “You gonna answer me or am I gonna hafta keep spanking you?” He pulled all the way out and landed a furious volley of spanks on her upper thighs. She hissed, trying to process the pain even as it morphed into something else, something darker and edgier. “I don’t like repeating myself,” he growled in her ear. “And your ass’ll only get redder ’til you tell me what I wanna hear.”
    “Yes, Conner. Yes, I want you to fuck my ass,” she cried out. The words hadn’t left her mouth before he drove his cock into her. She gasped as she arched helplessly, needing to feel all he had to give.
    “No comin’, Jess,” he warned.
    “Dammit!” That earned her another series of slaps, this time to her sensitive inner thigh, and she bit down hard on her bottom lip to keep from unleashing another invective. Tasting the metallic flavor of her own blood, she closed her eyes and gave herself over to him, reminding herself that this was what she wanted and wondering why she was fighting him.
    After he finished spanking her, he pumped furiously in and out of her pussy, nearly driving her insane. She resorted to thinking about the buck-off rates of various bulls to try to stave off her orgasm. After all, if he’d spanked her as hard as he had just for not answering him when he asked her a question, how would he punish her for having an orgasm without permission? An image flitted through her mind of him standing behind the sub in Decadence, working her bare ass first with the flogger and then with a nasty-looking strap. By the time he’d finished the woman had sported angry red lines from the top of her ass to almost halfway down her thighs. A little shiver went through her body at the thought of being that woman.
    She felt Conner tense up behind her, and then he was leaning over her, biting her shoulder as he came. He pulled out and disposed of the condom. Not wanting to risk further chastisement, she stayed where she was.
    “You can move now.”
    Rolling over onto her back, she watched him dress. “You’re leaving?”
    He glanced at her. “I gotta go take a shower and meet Brady for breakfast and a workout. We’re driving down to Anaheim together so we’re