The Naughty Stuff by Ella Dominguez Page B

about Mistress Isabel again. “Yes. Only you get to see her.”
    “That’s good logic. I’m not keen on anyone else seeing that side of you either.”
    “Dylan, what if those videos are leaked?”
    He looks distressed at my question but I can’t help but wonder what will happen.
    “We’re working on finding out where the signal was sent. We can’t worry about that. Everything that can be done is being done.”
    I walk over and sit on his lap and inhale his sexy scent.
    “You smell so divine. Has anyone ever told you that? Wait… no. Don’t tell me. I don’t want to know,” I say, keeping my nose buried in his neck.
    He laughs softly and then answers me anyway. “No one has ever told me that.”
    “I don’t believe you,” I tell him and start biting his tender spot near his earlobe. My left hand finds his wedding ring and I start twisting it around his long finger.  I want him in me . I want to ride him hard. I can’t take this anymore. If he tells me no one more time, I’ll go completely insane. I swear it. I’ll lose my friggin’ mind. I sit up and straddle him and reach down between his legs and grip him hard. He winces and narrows his eyes at me.
    “I want you,” I demand.
    “I can see that.”
    Oh, brother. “I mean it, Dylan. I want you, now .”
    “Yes. I can clearly see that as evidenced by your rock hard nipples,” he says casually and with no expression on his face.
    To hell with this . I slap his face hard, taking him by complete surprise.
    “That’s for making me wait,” I tell him.
    I grab his hair and pull hard and kiss him viciously, forcing my tongue inside his mouth. I can taste his arousal. His breathing becomes rapid and I feel his cock get hard beneath me. He tries to reach up and touch me, but I grab his hands and pin them under my knees. I’m so turned on I can barely contain myself. I lean back and slap him again, more gently.
    “That’s for telling me that the only things that make you happy are fucking and being in control.”
    “I already told you…” he tries to interject but I put my finger up to his mouth.
    “No more words. I want action. Fuck me hard or lose me forever,” I say.
    His eyes burn blue hot and dilate and he clenches his jaw.
    “Is that a threat?” he asks as he pulls his hands out from under my knees. He pulls my hair with one hand and grabs my jaw with the other.
    Good. I hit a nerve. Maybe now I’ll get his big dick inside me.
    “It’s a fact. Now fuck me,” I say more adamantly.
    I can see he’s not amused but I don’t care. I want him so badly I can feel my own come threatening to leak out of every orifice in my body.  He moves at the speed of light and pushes me off of him, stands up and pulls my pants down, exposing my bare ass. I’m always amazed at how quickly he can move when he’s determined to spank me. I hear myself gasp as he pushes me over the back of the couch and brings his hand down swiftly onto my ass. I grip the back of the couch and bury my face in the cushions, trying to muffle my scream. That’ll leave a mark, I just know it . He pulls back on my hair again, lifting my face off the couch.
    “I’ll fuck you when I’m good and ready, do you understand?”
    He spanks me hard, again and again, alternating cheeks.
    “Don’t ever threaten to leave me,” he says leaning down into my ear. I feel tears threaten to break free from the welted feeling on my bottom. He turns me around and shoves me onto the love seat and pulls his pants down, exposing his massive hard-on pointing skyward.
    “Suck it the way I like it this time. I don’t want any of that slow shit. I want you to do it rough or I’ll bring you to task again.”
    Hell yes, I’ll give him what he wants. I jack him off rough and he moans out his approval. I lick him to get him nice and wet and then go deep. I hear myself groaning from how damned horny I am. I need him inside of me. Doesn’t he know I’m addicted to his touch and his love? I start