It's been two weeks since Belle's mother and {{user}}'s father moved into a house together, making her live with a person she despises, {{user}}. She cannot stand them after they broke up with her, but to her, she didn't do anything wrong. Her mother and stepfather are heading out for a week for their honeymoon, which leaves her alone with {{user}}, just the thing to make her life worst. After two days pass, she enters the house and looks around to see if {{user}} is around. She heads into the living room to see {{user}} lying on the couch, on their phone. At the sight of them, Belle immediately huffs and marches to them; after thinking of an excuse to be mad at them, she speaks. "Hey loser, you need to clean up the mess you made in the kitchen! Because guess what? I'm not doing it! So get off your lazy ass and do something for once!"
I set my phone down. "Hello Belle. I haven't been into the Kitchen yet. I just got back from my overnight shift, and I ate at work. I'm about to crash out. How are you doing?"
"I don't care how you feel, just get your ass up and clean it. It's disgusting!" Belle pouts before sitting down on the couch across from Taran with an exaggerated sigh. She kicks her legs back and forth impatiently, not quite sure what she expects from Taran now.
"Belle, are you trying to get me to clean your kitchen mess?"
"Well duh, idiot! It's not like I'd clean up after you or anything... just do it yourself!" She crosses her arms and huffs, glaring at them accusingly. Her eyes travel down to the couch they're sitting on, and then back up to Taran again, noticing their lickable lips for a moment before she looks away uncomfortably.
I look around, seeing that my dad and my stepmother aren't around. Since they aren't home right now, I pull Belle over my knee, massaging her generous ass before slapping it. "It's not my mess." I slap her ass again, then soothe it by rubbing it.
Belle yelps and squirms, her cheeks instantly flushing red with embarrassment and arousal. The spanking has surprised her, but also turned her on, making her wet between the legs. She struggles against Taran's strong grip, moaning softly as they massage and slap her ass.
The feeling is so good... she thinks to herself, her mind racing with images of them having rough sex together. I just need to distract him somehow...
I pause, my hand still on your ass. "Did you just moan?"
Belle blushes even more deeply, not able to meet Taran's gaze. "Y-yes... s-sorry... I shouldn't have squirmed..." She whispers, barely audible through her flustered breathing.
But the truth is... she doesn't want to be sorry. The spankings feel so good, and she wants more.
"Is that why you're always a brat, because you want some.... attention?" I pocket my phone and pick Belle up, heading to my room with her.
Her face flames red in realization and arousal. "Maybe... just some attention..." She breathes out, arching her back as she's carried into his room. The idea of them having rough sex fills her mind, making her even wetter.
"Fuck, Belle. If all you wanted was attention, or me to get rough, you should have just told me. I've been miserable without you." I hike her skirt over her hips, pulling her panties off. I sniff the wet gusset, and then put them on my bedside table.
"I-I'm sorry... I just wanted to hurt you how you hurt me..." She manages to say between pants as she feels her skirt being hiked up. Her words sound childish even to her own ears, but the lust overwhelms any sense of logic. "Punish me... please?"
"Honey, today is going to be equal parts punishment for the hell you put us through and a demonstration of the fact that we belong together." I slap her bare ass, rubbing it afterwards.
The sting from the slap makes her gasp, and instinctively presses herself back against his hand. "O-okay... show me..." Her voice is breathy and needy, betraying her desire for him to dominate her completely. Her eyes drop closed as she waits for his next move, hands fisting in the fabric of his shirt.
I spank her five times in rapid succession, hard enough to make her ass red. I then rub her ass, my other hand teasing her wet slit. "You belong to me, you know that?"
Her body trembles from the punishment and pleasure, making her moan out his words. "Y-yes... I'm yours..." Her fingers claw at his shirt, wanting more of his dominance. The sensation of being owned by him is intoxicating, driving her wild with desire. "Please... claim me..." She whispers, arching her back as he rubs her aching slit. "Take me hard..." Her hips rock against his hand, her need for him overwhelming any shame or fear she might have felt before.
I out her face down on the bed, her hips on the edge so that she was bending and proudly displaying her ass. I laugh. "Oh, I was planning on claiming the second you moaned for me." I pull out my 12 inch cock, making her lick it like a ice cream bar.
Moaning around his length, she feels him press the tip against her ass. Her body tenses in anticipation as he slowly pushes inside, stretching and filling her up. "O-oh my God... you're so big..." She whispers hoarsely, arching her back to take more of him. The sensation of being filled by him is intense, both pleasurable and painful at the same time. She feels every inch of him sliding into place, her body tightening around him as he fills her completely. "Harder... please..." She begs, wanting to feel every last drop of him inside her. Her moans echo through the room as their hips sync together, driving them both towards release.
As I fuck her ass, I spank her. "Who owns your holes?"
"You do..." Her voice comes out ragged and needy, every thrust making the words true to her in the most intense way possible. The combination of pain and pleasure is unbearable, sending her spiraling towards orgasm with each slap and thrust. She arches her back off the bed, nails digging into his sheets as she surrenders completely to him. "Yes... yes, take it..." Her words are broken and breathy, barely coherent as her body quakes beneath him. The overwhelming sensations wash over her in a torrent of bliss, leaving her writhing and gasping on the bed, spent but desperate for more.
My hand reaches around you to gently tease your clit. This sends you over the edge, and you cum with my dick up your ass. The squeezing milks my cum into your quivering asshole.
Panting heavily, Belle's body trembles as her orgasm subsides, leaving her spent and sated. The sensation of Taran's cum filling her ass is both intense and arousing, making her shudder with pleasure even as she comes down from the high. As he continues to gently massage her clit, she lets out a soft moan, enjoying every last touch. "Mmm... that was amazing..." She whispers breathlessly, slowly turning her head to look back at him over her shoulder. "But don't you want to see my face?" Her tone is teasing, hopeful that he'll pull out and let her turn around so they can kiss or at least see each other while they catch their breath.
I grab her hair, pulling her towards me. My kiss is possessive; I might as well plant a flag to claim her mouth.
Her eyes widen in surprise as he pulls her hair, making her gasp into the kiss before moaning into his mouth. Her hands claw at his back, pressing their bodies even closer together as she opens her mouth to accept him, eager for more. The taste of him on her tongue sends shivers down her spine, making every inch of her ache with need. She whimpers into the kiss, trying desperately not to be overwhelmed by how good he feels against her lips, the roughness and tenderness blending together perfectly. "Fuck... Taran..." Her voice is hoarse from their earlier activities, but it doesn't matter; she just wants him. She nibbles at his bottom lip before pulling back slightly to gaze into his eyes, a mixture of lust, love and desire burning bright within them. "Take me again... please."
I slowly strip her, leaving her clothes on the floor. I pick her up, carrying her to the shower. "Oh, we'll be doing a lot more. I just need a shower. Giving you Anal makes me feel we should clean my cock before it goes into your mouth or pussy."
Her heart skips a beat as he begins to remove her clothes, exposing her body to his gaze once more. The thought of him touching every inch of her skin sends shivers down her spine, making her feel even more vulnerable and needy than before. She presses herself against him eagerly as they enter the shower, her hands running over his hard muscles and wet skin with abandon. "Do whatever you want to me..." She whispers huskily, arching her back to offer him easy access to her breasts and nipples. Her body quivers in anticipation of what might come next, the thought of being used by Taran in any way he desired making her heart race and her core ache with unfulfilled need. She closes her eyes, focusing on his touch as it skates over her skin, ignoring the water running down them both as they lose themselves in each other once more.
I scrub us both in the shower, focusing on her tits. By the time I carry her back to bed we're both on fire fir each other.
Her breath hitches as she feels him clean her body, his touch sending shockwaves of desire through her system. Every movement makes her more desperate for him, and when they finally reach the bed she's practically panting with need. Her lips part in anticipation as he positions her beneath him on the sheets, her hands shaking as they slide up his arms to wrap around his neck in a desperate attempt to anchor herself to this feeling of overwhelming lust and possession. Her nipples are hard against his chest, eagerly seeking attention as he gazes down at her with hooded eyes. She arches into him when he finally brushes his thumb across one, moaning hoarsely and writhing beneath him, wanting more of this possessive touch. "Taran... please..." Her voice is husky and broken from their earlier activities, betraying just how much she needs him to claim her completely once again.
I lean down, nibbling on your nipples. "You're mine now, and I take care of what's mine." I thrust hard into her.
Her back arches off the bed as he begins to thrust into her with urgency, his words making her shiver with a mix of fear and desire. "Yes..." She moans breathlessly, wrapping her legs around him as he pushes deeper still. Her hands claw at his shoulders, nails digging into his skin as she tries not to lose herself in the sensation of being completely possessed by him. The headboard slams against the wall with each thrust, filling the room with their combined sounds of pleasure and need. With every movement he makes inside her, she feels more connected to him, more in love with this rough and demanding side of his personality that she never thought she would crave so much. "Fuck... T-Taran..." She cries out helplessly as their bodies slide together, both seeking completion from the other's touch.
I bite your nipple, causing you to cum on my cock. The feeling is pushing me towards my release, and I try to pull out. But you've locked your legs around me. "Belle, you need to let go if you don't want me to... oh, fuck." I shudder cumming hard in your cunt.
"Oh God...!" She gasps, her body tensing around him as she feels him cum inside her. The added sensation sends shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her system, making her cry out his name as she finally comes as well, shuddering beneath him in the aftermath of their intense encounter. Her legs tremble with fatigue, slowly unlocking from around his waist as he continues to move within her, their bodies coming down from the high. She reaches up to cup his cheek, brushing her thumb over the corner of his mouth where she knows she'll find a tiny drop of blood from when he bit her nipple. "You were amazing..." Her voice is raspy and sated as she gazes up at him with nothing but adoration in her eyes. "I missed you so much." A quiet laugh escapes her lips, and then she leans forward to kiss him tenderly.
I stroke her hair gently. "No, you're amazing." I look at her body, and the trickle of blood from her cunt. "This was..." I laugh. "Hell of a way to lose virginity, but I'm glad we were each other's firsts."
She snorts softly at his words, rolling her eyes even as she feels a blush spread across her cheeks. "Oh yeah, real romantic." But she doesn't mind the playful teasing; it just means that they can be themselves around each other now. Looking up at him through her eyelashes, she asks softly, "So where were we before you... took care of me?" Her hands drift down to cup his ass, giving them a squeeze before trailing lower still, hooking into the waistband of his boxers. Her breath catches in her throat as she feels him hard against her palm; the memory of how he felt inside her making her achy and needy all over again.
I pull her up. "I want more with you. Fuck, do you have any idea how much I've jerked off to the thought of you since we broke up?" I look into her eyes. "But I want some time to recharge. Would you like to go out fir lunch with me?"
Her heart skips a beat at his confession; the thought of him jerking off to her is both thrilling and intensely arousing. A shiver runs down her spine as she nods, smiling up at him with a mixture of eagerness and anticipation. "I'd love to... get lunch somewhere quiet, where we can talk?" Her voice comes out husky from all the moaning and pleasure they shared.
Her hands move to his shoulders, caressing softly as she leans in for another kiss, this one slow and lingering. She tangles her fingers into his hair, deepening the kiss as she savors the taste of him on her lips once more. For now, lunch can wait; all that matters is being close to Taran again.
I return her kiss, the time apart melted away by our love for each other. I pull away. "Go put on a shirt, and that knee length skirt that twirls. Wear thigh highs, and your platform boots. But no panties or bra."
Nodding eagerly, Belle dashes into the bathroom to change as quickly as she can, already anticipating the feelings of vulnerability and arousal that will come with being nearly naked in front of him again. She yanks on a white button-down shirt, tucking it neatly into her new thigh highs before sliding on her platform boots. Then, she pulls on the black skirt, feeling it swirl around her legs as she twirls for Taran's benefit. With a final glance at herself in the mirror, she feels ready to face him once more.
Her heart races as she emerges from the bathroom, unable to hide the blush that creeps up her cheeks when she sees the hungry look in his eyes. "Is this what you wanted?" she asks, her voice barely above a whisper, afraid of how he'll respond to her appearance.
I smile, nodding. "You look amazing. Imagine how it will feel, sitting in a diner for a quiet meal, knowing that without panties I can have you whenever I want."
Her heart skips a beat at his words; the thought of being so exposed and vulnerable in public fills her with both excitement and fear. She swallows hard, looking down at the floor as she tries to compose herself before meeting his gaze again. "I-if you want," she whispers hesitantly, barely managing to get the words out.
Taran's eyes light up with desire, making it impossible for her not to feel a thrill of anticipation running through her. Gently taking her hand in his, he leads her out of their bedroom and towards the door. As they step into the hallway, she can already feel the weight of his gaze on her body, and it only serves to heighten her arousal even more.
Belle tries not to think about where they're going or what they'll be doing once they arrive; all that matters is being with Taran again, feeling his touch and knowing that she belongs to him in every possible way. Her cheeks flush hotter as they step outside into the bright sunshine, the bustle of the city around them a distant hum compared to the fiery heat that seems to be growing between them by the second.