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She trembled as the plane lowered to land; in a country she had never been, staying with a man she had never met. She rubbed her palms together that many times on flight they were chaffing, so she sat on them now, as her heartbeat increased exponentially while the plane descended.

She thought she might be sick.

The pit of her stomach forgot to get on the flight, and was stranded somewhere back home. She could feel the blood pumping in her ears, nearly deafened by the beating. Her nails dug into the chair, and she pushed her skull against the head rest with as much force as she could muster. She closed her eyes, not daring to watch as the plane dived to the airport, somewhat synonymous of the way she felt. She wasn’t even interested enough to see where she was.

All she knew was she was going to him.

Although she was beyond terrified, she grinded her legs subconsciously, creating a friction between her thighs that only increased her excitement as the trepidation also intensified.

She made her way off the plane, focusing no further into the future than a few minutes at a time. She made a list of where she would go next and somewhat reigning in her emotions at the same time. Okay, just make it to baggage claim, she chanted to herself, giving herself a menial task to calm her. She managed to find her way through the foreign airport. It was well signed, so the anxiety of getting lost, fortunately, wasn’t added to the list.

James was meant to meet her outside baggage, so she focused on finding her suitcase on the carousel.

She stood, in those heels that she knew he would like, hip cocked, and waited for the suitcase to come closer. Her calves looked great in heels, and perked up her ass a bit, so she decided she needed a dress to match. It was burgundy, form fitting, and finished just above her knee. She couldn’t believe she was wearing this in an airport, and was very different to what she usually wore, but she liked the way men doubled back to look at her. She liked to tease, so while she waited, she crossed her arms over her chest, pushing up and accentuating her breasts.

She had great tits, and she knew it too. D cup, soft, but still maintained that youthful firmness. While she pushed them up like this, it created a friction between the lace of her bra and her nipples, making her shuffle a few times to appreciate it all the more. She liked catching people notice her breasts. Men and women. It turned her on knowing people were watching her, and while she played her peep show game, her nerves were sated enough to stop fidgeting, and steady her heart.

James sat over on a bench inconspicuously watching her enter baggage. He had a good idea of what she looked like, and spotted her immediately. Her hair was the main recognizable detail. Lovely, long, soft waves of nearly black locks fell over her shoulders, down her back, and between her breasts. Her hourglass figure was heightened in that dress, and he admired her curves, wanting to pull her up on his lap and stroke her smooth skin. He felt almost predatory viewing her like this, observing her while she thought he wasn’t watching. She walked with confidence, holding her shoulders back and swaying her hips deliberately, but he could see she was anxious too. Her cheeks were flushed, and she kept touching her face, readjusting her glasses. You never mentioned the glasses, Miss. He could hear himself admonish her later, but just chuckled now, liking she held a little back, and wandered over to her.

She leaned down to grab her luggage. Not the most graceful gesture in heels, and she now regretted drawing attention to herself and those breasts. Ah well, she didn’t know any of these people, so didn’t worry too much about it. She propped the suitcase up on its end, and pulled out the handle, taking a deep breath ready to go find him.

She felt a hand on her back, just above her ass, broad fingers and firm. She turned around, and another strong hand gripped her chin, steadying her, pulling her close. She didn’t move, startled, and soon there were a pair of hot lips on hers, crushing against her face as the hand on her back pressed her against his steady chest.

“Oh, you’re friendly!” She pulled away enough to speak, blinking a few times, illuminating her lovely green eyes and thick lashes. She felt him chuckle, low in his chest, and he let her shift away. He was about a head taller than her.

It was nice.

She felt small against him.

Also nice.

He had dark hair, blue eyes, and a lazy grin that she felt was a semi-permanent feature on his face.

“Only for you,” he winked, letting his hand fall from her back, just grazing her ass on the way. And oh that voice, it did things for her. So thick and deep; she could just crawl up on him right there and listen to him talk for hours. The flight was worth it just to hear that voice, and his accent: so freaking hot. Why did she melt every time she heard a man with a voice like that? It practically made her groan.

“Hi, Tora,” he whispered, searching her. She felt like he was seeing right through her, inside her, revealing her secrets, and totally called her calm exterior bluff. It was intimidating. But his voice was soothing and flowed right through her; she couldn’t look away.

“Hi, yourself,” she got all breathy shy again, really noticing how handsome he was up close. Just a little bit wicked too.

“Follow me.” He grabbed all her luggage, much more gracefully than she had managed to display as she pulled it from the carousel. Normally, she would make some comment about being capable of carrying her own things, but this was a totally different dynamic than she had ever experienced; and it excited her. He placed his hand on the nape of her neck, gripping his fingers, almost possessively. It made her shiver, but it was also incredibly comforting, being led like that, and without a doubt in her mind, she knew he would look after her.

He led her out to a line-up of taxis outside the airport, hailing one, and opened the door for her.

“After you,” he smiled kindly, motioning for her to enter. She did as she was told; ducking her head, and pulling her dress down, making sure it didn’t ride up as she sat down, although, maybe that wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world. He stowed her luggage, and crawled in beside her, sitting close as he told the driver where to go.

“Hey. Thank you for coming,” he whispered into her ear, noticing her fingers fidgeting again with nerves. He reached over and held her hand, pressing his fingers over hers to steady her. He was so warm and steady.

She looked up at him, smiling as she squeezed his fingers back.

“Thank you for inviting me.” The conviction of her statement fell flat. She just seemed fragile, and she hated that. She wanted to scream this was exactly where she wanted to be. Let him know how much she craved belonging to him. But she couldn’t, and she was sure her body was telling him a different story.

They traveled a while further before she asked.

“So, are you going to tell me where we are going?” He grinned and pointed up ahead to a hotel.

“Oh. It looks amazing.” She noted, the goose bumps on her skin showing again.

“I want you to know we won’t do anything you don’t want to do, Tora. If at any time this weekend you feel uncomfortable, we will stop. Just tell me, Baby.” He tipped her chin towards him, commanding her attention. His eyes were so sincere, regarding her, she felt adored beyond anything else.

She nodded, believing him. She knew he wouldn’t push her past what she could take. She trusted that he knew her well enough, and respected her enough not to hurt her, or force her into something she didn’t want.

He got it.

He knew how she wanted to be treated, and how hard to push her past her initial hesitation; but she was still anxious about giving herself to him completely. It went against everything she believed in, so her internal conflict was, unfortunately, revealing more of itself than she liked.

“I trust you,” she murmured as the taxi stopped, looking right into his eyes, hoping he could see she did. It may have been hard for her to say what she was feeling with the confidence she wanted, but she prayed looking back at her now; he could see she was here for him, as well as herself.

“I own you, Tora,” he kissed her forehead, leaning over her to open the door, “remember that.”

They go out of the cab and he grabbed her luggage, pulling her against him with his arm around her waist. His body was hard, and she could feel the muscles in his arm against her as he walked her into the lobby. She liked being pulled close, and felt a lot of her uneasiness dissipate as he stroked the sides of her body while they walked.

He guided her to the reception desk, not moving his hand from her hip. He could feel she was soft under her tight dress, and liked the way she felt on his fingers. She smelled good too, and when he pulled her close, her breasts pushed together, grazing his side.

He leaned down to her, pushing her hair behind her ear, pressing his fingers into her a little, making sure she couldn’t wriggle away.

“I’m here to look after you. Remember, just say stop.”

Oh that voice was molten running through her, so she just nodded, shifting her weight against him some more.

The clerk at the desk was a man, reasonably young, perhaps in his early twenties, and welcomed them with the standard line for check in. He smiled at her, a little too wide, and Tora responded by grinning back. Oh that’s how you’re going to play it, Miss? James cocked an eyebrow watching their exchange and decided to have some fun.

“Will there be anything else?” the kid asked, eyeing Tora some more after he had checked them in.

“Yes actually. What do you think of her tits?” Tora responded immediately, squirming, snapping her head to look up at him. James ignored her, pressing his fingers into her, silencing her.

“I’m….Sorry, Sir?” the young clerk sputtered, turning a little red.

“Do you think they are firm, or soft?” James didn’t waver. The clerk looked over to Tora, confused, almost asking permission from her if it was okay for her to be talked about like this. She bit her lip, a pretty standard reaction when she was trying to hide her embarrassed grin, and just shrugged, neither confirming or rejecting if this conversation was making her uncomfortable.

“What size bra do you wear, Tora? Tell the gentleman.” James felt her giggle quietly, before she regained her composure and stood with more confidence than he had seen all day.

“I have 34D size breasts, Sir,” she crooned, taking on a completely different demeanor than she had displayed earlier.

“Good girl.” James praised her, impressed she responded so quickly to his request. She must be getting turned on, he thought, and took the room key from the counter, winking at the clerk before pulling Tora away, walking to the elevator.

Oh she liked it when he told her what to do. It felt unnatural, like she should protest, just because she ought to defend her position as a woman.

But oh it made her burn when she obeyed him.

The elevator ride was quiet, but it was okay. James shifted his hand down to hold hers again, entwining their fingers together, feeling her squeeze him back. They got to their floor, and James led her to the room, opening the door, stepping aside to let her through. It was a beautiful studio room, king bed, with floor to ceiling window overlooking the city.

Tora pulled away from him, unable to contain herself, and went to the window to see the sights. She pressed her hands against the glass, chuckling to herself about every time in the past she had been warned about standing too close. She leaned in a little deeper, pressing her breasts against the cold glass. She heard James approach from behind her. He wrapped his arms around her, lifted her away from the point it made him nervous, and splayed his fingers over her stomach. Guess he really will protect me, Tora noted to herself, feeling him pull her away from the edge, but appreciated he didn’t take it as far as to admonish her about it.

His chest was warm on her back and hard too. He nuzzled against her neck, inhaling her.

“I’ll show you around first if you like,” he whispered against her, letting her feel the vibrations in his chest as he spoke.

“I think I want what comes first, first.” Tora brought her fingers up to cover his, stroking the backs of his hands, tracing up under his cuffs a little. James smiled, knowing she was nervous, but liked that she wasn’t just limp in his arms. He pulled a hand from her stomach to her hair, curling his fingers into a fist, twisting her waves back in a heap. Drawing his hand down, her back arched a little as her head was forced backwards.

He liked the control he had over her when he directed her by her hair like this. And the way her big eyes looked back at him, he knew she liked it too. James twisted his hand a little more, effectively turning Tora to face him now, but he kept enough pressure low enough to make sure her head stayed tilted upright facing him. Her neck was exposed like this, and her breathing deepened, making her breasts rise and fall more deliberately. She was so beautiful. And the way he commanded her body like this, she had never felt more in the presence of masculinity.

James leaned down, bringing his lips to hers as he released his pull of her hair, now using his hand to press her head against him. There was no hesitation when he kissed her. She wasn’t nervous, or timid, and wrapped her hands around his neck, standing on tiptoes trying to bring herself closer. She slid her tongue along his bottom lip, and into his mouth, playing with him enough until he responded the same.

God his body felt good against hers.

His big arms, one holding her head up to kiss him, and the other pinioning her to his chest as they continued to really kiss each other for the first time. James reached up, tugging at Tora’s zipper on her dress, while she melted against him and folded herself around him as their lips moved together. He dragged it down about half way, and let her go, stepping back, leaving a few feet between them.

“Strip for me, Tora,” James crooned, his eyes becoming wider and wolfish as he spoke. Tora grinned, that sort of half-embarrassed, half-childlike grin she showed when she was excited, but also conflicted. She bit her lip, hushing her involuntary facial reaction, and squared her shoulders as she looked back at him. She stretched behind her back, finding the zipper, and finished pulling it down. She shrugged the straps of her dress down slowly, one at a time, and let her dress gather together at her waist.

James could see her nipples were hard through the lace of her bra, and reached forward to help her wriggle free of the dress. His fingertips barely grazed her skin as he slid the dress from her body, and he could feel her shiver as he touched her. She laughed as she twisted awkwardly to free the dress. She didn’t take herself too seriously, and wasn’t concerned about trying to meet some overly convoluted ideal of being sexy. It was nice, that she just let go with him, and trusted him enough to just be herself.

She stood now, only in her matching black, lace underwear and peep toe heels. James looked her up and down, very deliberately, watching her shift as he focused on specific parts of her body. He thought she might try and cover herself, but was pleased when she didn’t, letting him review her as politely and graciously as she should.

“You’re lovely,” he murmured once he had made her squirm enough to get him hard, and reached out, tipping her chin his direction, kissing her sweetly as her reward.

She liked his praise, not just for the compliment, but for what it meant. That she belonged to him. That she was his, and he adored her for it. She blushed looking back at him. It was so intimate, standing here in her underwear while he held her chin. James pushed her hair behind her shoulder, and pulled her close, so she rested against his chest. He reached behind her back, and unclasped her bra. He held her as he slid it down her shoulders, wanting her to feel safe with him, not like he was just here because of her body. She was courteous as he undressed her, and didn’t attempt to stop him, letting her hands splay over his chest. He hooked his thumbs into the waist band on her panties, and started to slide them down over her ass cheeks. She quivered against his chest, pleasantly, and her breathing deepened as he pushed them down her legs, steadying her as she stepped out of them.

James stood back, seeing the crimson spread over her, and sat back on the bed. She stood there before him, her youthful softness exemplified in her nakedness. Her body wasn’t perfect, with a few stretch marks around her hips and breasts, but he wasn’t concerned with arbitrary matters like that. She had medium pink nipples, so hard now he just wanted to tug them. She had shaved her little pussy too. He didn’t mind either way, but appreciated the effort she took to please him.

He tapped the floor in front of him with his foot.

“On your knees, Tora.”

She gasped.

It was like someone had struck her, deep inside and high between her thighs. She burned. And soon the fire in her belly liquefied throughout her body, leaving her tingling all over. She stepped forward, and took her place between his thighs, on her knees, in her heels. They had talked about this before, and it turned her on immensely, but actually being here, actually kneeling for him naked like he commanded, was more intense than she ever imagined.

“Good girl,” he smiled, liking how obedient she was for him. She looked so delicate like this, like he could break her. She was flushed, and exaggerated her breathing. He knew he was physically capable of destroying her, but wouldn’t because he cared for her. He couldn’t help but draw parallels between her and a pet. He was her master, and she would do as commanded, and she would do so because it pleased him. But he also knew she had that wicked flare inside her. He saw it when she swayed her hips walking through the airport, when she grinned at the clerk, and when she leaned against the window. A sort of deliberate defiance to prove she was the only decider of her fate. And the fact she had given herself to him, knowing what that meant, knowing she knew could have refused him at any point, made her all the more desirable.

“Unbutton my shirt.”

Tora beamed and reached forward, starting at his collar and working down. She took her time revealing his chest. Normally he would have told her to complete his commands quickly, but the way her wide eyes regarded him, made him feel warm and unhurried to be with her. She let her fingers creep over the tight skin of his chest. He was so much harder than she was, so much more defined, established, but it didn’t make her feel uncomfortable about herself like she imagined it would. He had acne scarring on his shoulders and down biceps, but she liked that. She liked he wasn’t perfect, and somehow knowing this, knowing he had flaws completed him more wholly. This was just his body, his older, more disciplined body, but she was here for his mind, his body was irrelevant.

“Now my belt, Baby,” he stroked her cheek as she finished with his shirt. Her eyes were wide with excitement and she grinned up at him. Her eagerness was infectious and he smiled back at the lovely woman on her knees between his legs.

“Watch me,” James instructed, cupping her face as she fumbled at his waist. She was awkward, but found the latch soon enough and unbuckled his belt. She cocked her eyebrow, asking silent permission to remove his belt, and he nodded. She pulled it free of the loops around his pants and held it to him. He took it, and stretched it out in his hands. He reached forward, and hooked it around her neck. She shuddered visibly and her breath caught in her chest. She pulled back, nervously, feeling the leather on the back of her neck.

“It’s okay, Baby. Stay still for me.” James soothed, and the subtle fright on her face made his cock twitch. She continued the deep breaths; she knew this could go wrong. But she trusted him. And she wanted to let him push her. He looped the belt around her neck, pulling it tight, and buckled it closed. It was uncomfortable, and the pressure was unusual. She panicked and started mildly hyperventilating; convincing herself it was too tight to breathe. She reached up, and tugged at the belt, trying to making sure she had enough room to breathe.

“Tora. Stop.” James took her hands in his palm, and tilted her chin with the other. He had to admit her fear was arousing.

“I’m going to look after you. Trust me. Trust Daddy, Baby.” Tora locked her eyes on him, trying to find malice, a hint that he was deceiving her, but found none. He held her hands firmly and soon her breathing steadied as she adjusted to the belt around her throat she had never experienced before.

“Tell Daddy,” James encouraged. He knew she felt better after saying it herself.

“Tell Daddy you trust me.” Tora flushed and felt that burn inside herself intensify. The belt made her nervous, but she liked it. She liked the possessiveness of it. The way it was diminutive to be collared like this.

“I trust you, Daddy,” she said sincerely. Just saying Daddy aloud was enough to calm her.

“Good girl. It will be okay. I like you so much.” James kissed her, reinforcing the care he had for her. As he pulled away, he grabbed the end of the belt that was hanging between her breasts. He stood up, tugging the belt with him, making her extend herself on her knees.

James shook his head.

“Stay down, Baby. Get on all fours.” Tora gulped, but did as she was told, feeling herself go red all over. James moaned watching her like this, holding the belt effectively leashing her.

“Crawl to the window.” His cock was straining against his pants. She started crawling away from him, her face and pussy burning as she obeyed his command.

“Slowly. Ass up.” James watched as she paused, hung her head but ultimately regained her composure. She arched her back, spreading her thighs a little and perked her ass in his direction. Oh God, he groaned seeing her like this. Seeing her exposing herself like this for him. Seeing her round ass separated on her hands and knees. Her little pussy was creeping through between her legs, and he could see the first signs of the silky wetness that was seeping from her cunt.

She shivered feeling him watch her. She wanted to cover herself until after he knew her better. But somehow, this was fitting too. There was no other way this exchange could have happened. She knew she was always going to be leashed and led around so he could watch her degrade herself for him. She knew she was always going to be showing him her ass while on her hands and knees in front of him. What she didn’t know was how much it would make her burn. How much she could feel her pussy react every time he instructed her to do something for him, and how despite the humiliation, she liked it.

Tora continued her slow crawl to the window. James held the belt back so her movements were dictated by him. He watched how her body moved and how the further she crept, the further the wetness between her thighs spread. She stopped at the window and he let the belt fall from his hand.

“You like being my little pet, don’t you?” James crooned leaning down to stroke her back.

“Crawling around as I watch your little pussy get wet for me?” He traced his fingers down her spine watching her flex and lean into his touch. He rested his hand on her ass cheek and gave her a slight squeeze. Then, he pulled his hand back and smacked it hard against her behind. Tora jolted away surprised, and let out a half shriek in response.

“Answer me quickly,” James continued with a sternness that made her feel small.

“Yes,” Tora whispered, feeling her legs tremble now trying to hold herself in this position. But she knew that wasn’t an appropriate way to answer his question. And she knew she would be punished for it.

James spanked her again, and then paused. It hurt more than she expected. He was much stronger than she had anticipated, but the sting from being spanked wasn’t the only thing she didn’t expect. She didn’t expect to feel as small as she did, so insignificant compared to him. So possessed and owned by being physically struck.

James hit her again. Harder. Her hesitation wasn’t something he would ignore. It also wasn’t something she wasn’t going to challenge him on, regardless of how trivial the challenge seemed.

“Yes, Daddy. I like being your little pet,” she revealed after he slapped her ass three more times. She wanted him to feel the resistance, to know she wouldn’t just roll over for him, but ultimately, submitting to him was what she craved.

“Yeah?” James rubbed her crimson cheeks, “you like being my little dog?” Tora grimaced. She didn’t love being called a dog. It made her uncomfortable in a way that wasn’t particularly harmful, but it just didn’t feel right either. So she remained silent and James continued to spank her.

“Baby, I won’t stop until you tell me. Until I break you. Until you admit you are my dog.” James knelt beside her now, and held her against him. He had one hand around her waist, holding her still, while the other rubbed and spanked her ass in succession. He expected her to waver, to want to get off her knees which were no doubt aching from pressing into the hard floor. But she held herself up, despite the quiet whimpering which was inadvertently escaping her throat.

“I’m your dog,” she breathed after tears filled her eyes and she couldn’t grit her teeth enough to distract her anymore.

“I’m your little dog and I like it.” James groaned hearing her say it. Feeling the resistance she showed him dissolve as she let herself go.

“That’s my good girl,” he praised, and stopped spanking her ass cheeks displaying his hand print.

“My little bitch in heat, aren’t you?” He traced his hands down her thighs, feeling how she trembled as he stroked her like this. Tora made a sound of acknowledgement as to not seem flippant of his question, but she knew it was more rhetorical than anything.

“Spread your legs wider for me, Baby.” James moved behind her, still caressing her thighs. Tora did as she was commanded, spreading her legs as far as she could manage.

“Now pick up your leash, and put it in your mouth,” James held onto her hips, feeling the fullness of her body, how soft she was, and how much she belonged to him. Tora sighed that way she did when she was aroused. A sort of half moan that wasn’t fully formed, but still enough to let him know she was enjoying this. She picked up the end of the belt, and bit down on it like she was instructed.

“Face on the floor,” James reached his hand up her spine to the base of her skull, and pressed her head down until she was pressing it onto the floor

“I want everyone who walks past this window to see you like this. To see you exposed to me. To see your legs spread, ass up, and cunt dripping to show me.” Tora’s moan now was more than a sigh. James’ voice was so steady; so assured it slipped right under her skin and made her melt. The way his voice and tone could move through her, move her, was intoxicating.

“I’m going to see just how wet your cunt is, understand, bitch?” Tora groaned over the belt, and nodded against the floor, although she knew he would do it regardless of her approval.

James moved his hands back down her thighs. He was so damn hard seeing the mark he had left on her ass, and harder still seeing how wet she was because of it. He wanted to pull down his fly and slip right into her. He wanted to hear her gasp as she felt him inside her, and wince when she realized he was so big. But really, he wanted to take his time with her, so his cock remained in his pants, for now.

“This ass is lovely like this, red with my hand-prints,” he murmured, knowing talking about her like this, talking about her as if she was parts, rather than a person would humiliate her in a way he enjoyed.

“And these thighs, so smooth to touch,” James continued with his assessment as he slid his hands up between her legs, so close to where she wanted them to be.

“But this little pussy,” he grazed his fingers against her pussy lips, “this cunt which is so wet I can see it, is begging for me to take it.”

Tora gasped as James pushed two fingers inside her seeping pussy. He wasn’t gentle about it, like she half expected, instead thrust them as deep into her as he could manage. Tora clenched in response, which earned her a spank with his free hand, but she soon settled back with her face against the floor, and tried to relax as he forced his way into her pussy.

“You have such a greedy little cunt, bitch,” he told her using his free hand to reach under her and grab her breast.

“Look at yourself pumping away on my fingers. Such a little whore.” Tora noticed she was leaning back, arching herself so more of her pussy would come into contact with his hand. She really wanted his free hand on her clit. She wanted him to rub her mercilessly as he fingered her as deep as he could. She moaned as he picked up the pace moving his fingers in and out of her, pulling on her nipple, and twisting it so it sent jolts through her body. She was panting for him; her breathing labored and she really did feel like the dog she admitted to being moments earlier.

“You know what a whore deserves?” James could barely take not having her anymore. Feeling how wet she was, hearing her groan as she breathed over the belt for him, was nearly his undoing. His cock was aching to be free, pre-cum wetting his pants. Tora didn’t answer, just moaned nearly oblivious to the question as he continued fingering her cunt.

“Answer me, slut!” James yelled at her now, the urgency in his breathing increasing to match hers.

“Tell me what a fuck-toy like you deserves!” He moved his free hand down to her clit, and pinched it between her pussy lips. Tora shrieked, and then exhaled as he started rubbing her little clit.

“I deserve to be fucked,” she muffled over the belt, breathing desperately on the floor.

“I deserve to be used however you want.” Tora was practically convulsing now, grinding her hips against him, feeling the burning pressure build up in her body.

“Yeah, you want me to fuck you, bitch?” James provoked her. The need in his tone nearly ruined her.

“Yes,” Tora moaned, almost sobbing pathetically.

“Yes, I want you to fuck me!” James removed his fingers from her pussy and worked quickly at his fly. It didn’t take him longer than a second to free his throbbing cock.

“Beg me, Baby,” James kept rubbing her clit feeling her tense up, but leaned down to take the belt from her mouth. The grinding against him became more disjointed, more erratic as he sensed she was close to orgasm.

“Beg Daddy to fuck your little pussy.”

“Please,” Tora sobbed, forcing herself to answer him even though it was an effort to do much more than breathe.

“Please fuck me Daddy,” her thighs tightened involuntarily, and James had to work to keep them apart.

“Please… I want you inside me. I’m…begging you.” James guided his cock between her legs. He stroked it against her wet cunt while rubbing her clit as hard as he could.

“Louder,” he sighed as he felt how warm and tight she was with his cock.

“Please, Daddy,” Tora whimpered trying to raise her voice, “please fuck me.”

“Of course, Baby,” James breathed and slid inside her, stretching her. She was so wet, so ready for him, he groaned feeling her pussy form around his cock.

“Oh, God,” Tora cried and could feel she was so close to losing it.

“Rub your clit, Baby.” James instructed and held onto her hips now as he buried himself as deep as he could.

“Show me how good you are for Daddy.” Tora reached down between her legs and rubbed herself as she was told. James smacked her ass, hard, and thrust himself into his little bitch on the floor.

“Daddy?” Tora asked, her voice becoming strained, “Daddy, I want to come.”

“Not yet, Baby,” James dug his fingers into her hips, pulling her back onto his cock, ramming his hard thickness into her.

“Daddy, please!” Tora pleaded her voice higher and more frantic now.

“You are not allowed to come until I say.” James felt his nails break her skin.

“Not until I give you permission, understand?” Tora whined, so close to what she wanted, but being denied it.

“Yes, Daddy,” she surrendered, and held back, forcing herself to wait until she was allowed to come.

James continued with his pounding assault, smacking her ass against his thighs each time he beat his cock inside her. He could feel himself get closer, feel the pressure in his balls increase, feel the way he need it, needed release, needed to come. But he needed her to come with him more.

“I’m going to count down from 5, and you are going to come, Baby,” James explained through a clenched jaw. Tora nodded, and resumed the pressure on her clit.

“Five…” Tora felt the rawness of her pussy, the friction which was causing her to chafe increase.

“Four…” James reached forward and grabbed her hair, arching her back up, lifting her from the ground.

“Three…” Tora winced from the pain on her scalp, but kept rubbing her clit, sure she would come any second.

“Two…” James spanked her again, liking how it made her clench around his cock.

“One…” Tora screamed as she came, constricting over James’ cock. James erupted inside her.

* *

James sat down against the window, and pulled her onto his lap. He held her against him; so fragile but with such a backbone which he loved. He pushed her hair behind her as she molded her nakedness around him. She clung to him, she needed him, and he wouldn’t let her down. She was still catching her breath. After collapsing together on the floor, they hadn’t moved until James drew her close. She trembled now, half from exhaustion, half from elation, and the intensity made her tear up.

“Baby?” James asked after he felt enough time had passed.

“Yeah, Daddy?” Tora whispered into his chest.

“Are you okay?” Tora sniffled, and then giggled, a sound which made him warm all over.

“I’m amazing,” she grinned and kissed his chest, folding her arms around him, letting him take care of her.

“Yes, you are.”