EXTRACT FOR
MY LACK OF DISCIPLINE
(Kim Hardwick)
"May I ask where we're going?"
"If it's okay with you, we're going to my place in Fort Lee."
Smiling at the thought of being near him tonight and all that entails in so far as erotic domination and enslavement, further enflamed my arousal. I closed my eyes picturing how it would present itself. His taking me firmly and without hesitation; my surrendering completely to his savage, lusty hunger, a hunger that would not, could not be sated in one night. We would struggle in bed all night, his hunger knowing no limit while my hunger, equally ravenous, surrendering time and time again. His constant thrusting would meet no resistance on my part. My legs would never close for him and I would never, ever bar any orifice to his lust.
"Follow me, my car's down the block."
His posture spoke of untamed wildness; the way he carried himself, the swagger that spoke of countless women he's ravaged. In truth, there would never come a time when he would find me resisting him. He could soil me, abuse me, torture me and destroy me or any part of me and I would never complain! I was so ready to rape him as we walked to his car. My hands trembled with anticipation at grabbing his face and kissing him.
His manners the way he carries himself convinced me in the deepest recesses of my body that he was an awesome lover. Don't ask me how, I just knew it. The way he looked at me up in the apartment and the way his hands gently stroked me; his eyes and the hunger they betray spoke volumes about how much he desired me.
And he was so much of a man that he was willing to deny himself the pleasure of my body just to teach me a lesson. Yes, that's exactly what it was. Luke had mentioned it earlier that he was giving me to Marcus so as to have him train me.
This Adonis of my life was going to train me. He wasn't going to find any resistance on my part. I was determined to never lift a finger against him, no matter how brutal and extreme the punishment. Just imagining how he would tie me and possibly whip me got me so horny; I came as I was walking behind him to his car. My panty and back of my skirt was completely soaked with my pussy juice. If only he would turn around, rip my panties off and lap up my juice. I would drown him with my love juices.
"Marcus?"
"Yes, Natalie?"
"I have to make a confession. I just came thinking about you and how wonderful it would be if you would ever consent to eating my worthless pussy with your beautiful mouth and tongue and then fucking me with your magnificent cock. My panty and skirt are completely soaked just thinking about having your seed up my unprotected womb. I'm confessing because I don't want to damage your car seat."
Marcus stopped on a dime, looked me up and down, which in turn triggered another orgasm; my woman juice by this time were flooding down my legs, leaving a puddle were I stood. I was being judged by an Alpha male who was deciding whether or not I was worth ten minutes of his time. The fact that he had to decide was such a turn on; the ultimate act of female submission; begging for sex and waiting for the master to decide if I deserved it.
Reaching out, he grabbed my left arm and pushed me, face forward, against a black Ford SUV and suddenly, he knelt down behind me, lifting up my skirt, and tearing off my panty. He didn't just pull it down, he literally tore it off. I was without my lace bikini panty, which cost me $100 from Bergdorf's Goodman.
He grabbed my soft ass cheeks and spread them wide. I shivered and let out a moan, just knowing what he was about to do in public. And he did it. He pressed his stiff tongue up my asshole and began to probe and explore my puffy and soaked pussy. Next, he found my clit with his fingers and really started to give it the business.
I closed my eyes and pressed my erect nipples and flat abdomen against the Ford. There was going to be a wet spot on the Ford. I am such a filthy girl. A slut with an insatiable hunger to be taken and punished. All sluts should be punished and destroyed by an Alpha male.