Free Generational Sins by Samantha Blair

went into the house as he’d instructed. I would simply do what I did best: take one order at a time. It was his job to determine the order of the evening, and I would not get ahead of myself. For now, I was going to find the living room couch and do as I had been told.
    Passing a bathroom on the way, I stopped to use it. You never knew how long a session with a Dom could be, and holding your bladder was not fun. I took a look in the mirror and attempted to smooth my hair. I stripped off the rest of my clothes and folded them. I placed them in a pile next to my purse on the kitchen counter.
    The living room was adjoining the kitchen. There was a cream colored loveseat in front of me, and the matching couch was to my left. The back of the couch was very high, too high for this purpose, so I went with the arm instead. I spread my feet shoulder width apart and leaned forward over the arm of the couch. I rested my head on the cushions and tucked my arms in under me. Now, I would wait.
    I didn't wait long. I heard him breathing hard as he walked into the room. He stood behind me for a long time, not moving. I couldn't see him, but I could feel his presence. I was sure that he was looking at me.
    After what felt like an eternity, he crossed the room. He stood directly behind me and ran his hand over the curve of my ass. I tried not to jump at his touch, but he effortlessly brought every nerve ending in my body to life. It was impossible to stay still.
    When he finally spoke, his voice was shaky and unsure. "My God," he breathed. "You are so fucking beautiful."
    He explored my body gently touching me with only his fingertips. His skilled hands ran over my back, down my hips and over my thighs before circling back up. It was absolutely maddening.
    His hand came out of nowhere, suddenly striking me hard on the right ass cheek. I yelped in surprise. I prepared myself for another, but it didn't come. Instead he smoothed the flesh with his fingertips again like he was apologizing. I didn't know what to do, but it was like he was waiting for instruction or approval. I thought if I encouraged him to continue spanking me, maybe he would relax. It was obvious that we were going to need to learn to communicate with each other.
    "Please, Sir," I whispered quietly.
    He jumped back a bit like a startled colt. It was almost like he'd forgotten that I was there.
    "Please what, Kat? What do you want from me?"
    "I want to please you, Sir."
    He laughed bitterly. "You want to please me?"
    "Yes, Sir," I said, "But I don't know what you want. Would you like to spank me?"
    He took a step closer to me and pressed his jean-clad hips against mine. I could feel his erection against my pussy. His breathing was labored, and I could tell that he was waging some kind of an internal war.
    "Yes, Kat," he finally answered. "I want to spank you, and then I want to fuck you."
    He pushed two of his long fingers into my wet pussy, and I moaned out loud.
    "You are so wet. Does that turn you on, Kat? Do you want me to spank you?"
    "Yes, please. Please spank me, Sir."
    He removed his fingers and used his wet hand to strike my ass on the opposite side. I bit down on the cushion to keep from crying out.
    "No. I want to hear you. Scream for me."
    He hit me again, on the right, alternating, and I did as he asked, venting all of my fears and frustrations in my screams. It had been too long. His hands felt incredible. I opened myself up to him and let him give me the release that I needed. Everything that I had been stressing about faded into the background, and I focused solely on the physical feelings that he was giving me. He did not hold back his blows, and soon I had tears streaming down my face. I did not count how many times he brought his hand down on my backside, but when he was done my ass was on fire, and I felt boneless.
    He ran his hand gently over my burning flesh as I calmed.
    "Thank you, Sir," I sobbed into the couch.
    "Turn over," he said. "I want to fuck you