She really should have seen it coming, but she was too relieved to have his hands on her, the way they should be. She tilted her head back, letting it rest against the wall and closed her eyes, a smug little smile playing on her lips. She wasn’t concerned about his hands on her neck, even as she grew light headed. She trusted him, which was odd, considering the circumstances. She was too busy squirming in pleasure to think about anything until he withdrew, and she felt him wiping his fingers on her face. She looked at him in astonishment. The frustration she felt with him was unbearable, building up under her skin where arousal had just been. She blew out a slow breath, reigning in her temper so she could think clearly. Her gaze cooled and she even looked slightly amused as she threw her half-empty glass at the wall. It hit and shattered, splashing the wall with alcohol and landing on the floor in pieces.
“That’s disappointing,“ she said. She went over to the bar and began pouring herself another drink. Fresh drink in hand, she walked over to him, palming his cock inside his sweats as she looked up at him with caring eyes. “What happened, baby? Did prison make you a full time bottom? Do you need me to fuck you in the ass now?” Her eyes danced as she played with his dick, imagining him being dominated by other men. It was an idea she’d always liked. “Hey, maybe Austin likes putting boys in their place, too. We can tie you up and you can watch him fuck me, then maybe you two can do a little prison role play…”
Tyrone’s basking in one-upping Haley didn’t last long. He silently gloated, watching the emotions flash across her features. Almost excitedly he waited her reaction, and of course as the glass went flying he wasn’t the least bit surprised, except for it’s trajectory. “Aim’s off.” If she intended on hitting him, he would know, that statement was simply used to goad her.
Haley pushed his buttons and instead of feigning control he let her get under his skin. Not only did the prison taunts get him riled up without fail, but the picture she painted admittedly aroused him. His body shamelessly reacting as his dick hardening in her hand. “Shut the fuck up.” His lips crushed hers in a bruising kiss, right hand gripping onto her loose blonde curls. “You’re mine.” Tyrone all but dragged her along with him as he headed back to the bedroom. “Robe off, get on the bed and put this on.” He commanded, tossing a blindfold onto the bed. Tyrone disappeared into his closet, then emerged with an ankle to wrist spreader bar, a wand, rope and ‘mine’ engraved leather paddle.
Dumping everything onto the bed, he climbed on then guided her into the desired position. Face down, her hands between her sheets and body with her ass pointed up into the air. “Daddy’s slut, hmm?” He couldn’t resist letting his fingers work over her pussy. Three of his fingers roughly delving into her, pumping briefly before he pulled them out altogether. He brought the trio to his mouth sucking her juices off with a smack of his lips. She always tasted so fucking good. Back to his plan at hand, Tyrone locked her feet onto each end of the spreader bar then secured her wrists onto the middle of it. She painted a pretty picture already. Onto her left thigh he set the wand up, using rope to secure it there, the head pressed up nicely against her slick folds. Not powering it on yet, he reveled in the fact that she was already wet thanks to their previous activities. Shifting on the bed he moved off to her right side, armed with the paddle he let the material caress one cheek, then the other. “Comfortable?” He asked, simultaneously with the first whack of the paddle. The word ‘MINE’ imprinting beautifully on her pale skin. “How many more lashes for you to remember your place, babygirl?”
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