Free Covert Cravings by Maggie Carpenter Page A

him forward, and the more he spanked her bottom, and the more she cried for him to stop, the more she wriggled and writhed, the more he felt she needed it.  Only when his instinct told him to pull his hand from its work did he do so.  Spanking, he realized, was like everything else in his life.  It was all about instinct.
    “Naughty little Emily finally got what she deserved,” he crooned, running his hand across her backside, soothing and caressing her.
    “You spanked me so hard,” she bleated.
    “Are you saying it was too hard?” he asked, gently.
    She was silent. 
    “I asked you a question, and I expect the truth,” he said firmly, his hand still moving gently across her scorched skin.
    “No, sir, it wasn’t too hard.”
    “Good.  I’m glad we’re in agreement,” he replied, pulling her up and putting her on her knees in front of him.
    He stared down at her.  Her face was red as her bottom and there was a bright glaze across her eyes.  Reaching forward he sliced a finger through her pussy. 
    “My god, Emily.  I thought you were wet before,” he murmured, thinking his cock was as hard as she was soggy.  “Is there anything you have to say to me?”
    “Thank you.  I don’t know what’s wrong with me but I really, really needed you to do this – everything – all of it, what you did today,” she whimpered, stifling a sob.
    He reached out and stroked her face. “I know, baby,” he said softly.  “I know.”
    “Scott?”
    “Yes?”
    “Please will you make love to me?” she begged.
    Scott knew this moment would come.  And he knew exactly what to say. “If you show me that you really want me.  I have been feeling lately that you almost take me for granted,” he said, staring at her.
    She felt her pussy twitch.  God he was so damn sexy.  And he was right. “Yes – I guess maybe I have,” she confessed.
    “So how are you going to convince me that you really do love my cock?  That you really do deserve to have it slide into your hot little twat?” he asked, touching her again, circling her clit.
    “May I suck you?” she asked, placing h er hands on the inside of his thighs.
    “May I suck you …?” he whispered, reminding her.
    “Oh.  May I suck you, sir,” she said, feeling the gymnasts come to life.
    “Yes, you may.  And if you do it really well, I’ll fuck the daylights out of you,” he promised.
    She let out a cry, and immediately reached to pull down his sweats.
    “Hold on a minute.  Close your eyes and don’t move,” he said, and as soon as she did as he said, he stood up and pulled them off himself, then reached down and unbuttoned her shirt, slipping it off her body.  He wanted to see her luscious tits as she licked and suckled him.  Settling back on the bed, he grabbed her hair and pulled her forward on to his dick.
    “Ok, baby, you can open your eyes now.  I expect this to be the best blowjob you’ve ever given me.  If it’s not, there’ll be no sex and I’ll spank you again.”
    The sentence threw him.  He hadn’t planned on saying it, hadn’t even thought it.  But as the words had slipped out of his mouth he felt them.  The Dominant who lived inside him was coming alive and taking over.
    She looked up at him with softness in her eyes – a softness he’d not seen before.  Then lowering her head she tickled his knob with her tongue then slid it down the length of his shaft and up again.  Her lips opened and she took him in, all the way in, and held him there, swallowing at the back of her throat, causing a gentle sucking against his knob.
    “Emily, that’s divine,” he murmured.  “Do that again!  Then slide your lips up and down, pressing them against me.”
    Oh my God!  Another first, she thought, and six gymnasts did consecutive tumbling runs.
    “Move up now,” he said, his voice deep.  This was not just another first; it had a whole new feeling to it.  Never before had he told her how he wanted her to suck him.  He had