Married To The Jeon

27

"If you let go, I will spank you. Do you understand?"

"Yes."

"Do you want me to spank you, Lalisa?"

Everything south of my waist tightens deliciously. I realize I've wanted this since he threatened me during lunch, and neither the car chase nor our subsequent intimate encounter has sated this need.

"Yes." My voice is a hoarse whisper.

"Why?"

Oh . . . do I have to have a reason? Jeez. I shrug.

"Tell me," he coaxes.

"Um . . ."

And from out of nowhere he smacks me hard.

"Ah!" I cry out.

"Hush now."

He gently rubs my behind where he's hit me. Then he leans over me, his hips digging into my backside, plants a kiss between my shoulder blades and trails kisses across my back. He's taken his shirt off, so his chest hair tickles my back, and his erection presses against me through the rough fabric of his jeans.

"Open your legs," he orders.

I move my legs apart.

"Wider."

I groan and spread my legs wider.

"Good girl," he breathes. He traces his finger down my back, along the crack between my buttocks, and over my anus, which shrink at his touch.

"We're going to have with some fun with this," he whispers. What? Fuck!

His finger continues down over my perineum and slowly slides into me.

"I see you're very wet, Lalisa. From earlier or from now?"

I groan and he eases his finger in and out of me, over and over. I push back on his hand, relishing the intrusion.

"Oh, Lisa, I think it's both. I think you love being here, like this. Mine."

I do - oh, I do. He withdraws his finger and smacks me hard once more.

"Tell me," he whispers, his voice hoarse and urgent.

"Yes, I do," I whimper.

He smacks me hard once more so I cry out, then sticks two fingers inside me. He withdraws them immediately, spreading the moisture up over and around my anus.

"What are you going to do?" I ask, breathless. Oh my . . . is he going to fuck my ass?

"It's not what you think," he murmurs reassuringly. "I told you, one step at time with this, baby." I hear the quiet spurt of some liquid, presumably from a tube, then his fingers are massaging me there again. Lubricating me. . . there! I squirm as my fear collides with my excitement of the unknown. He smacks me once more, lower, so he hits my sex. I groan. It feels . . . so good.

"Keep still," he says. "And don't let go."

"Ah."

"This is lube." He spreads some more on me. I try not to wriggle beneath him, but my heart is pounding, my pulse haywire, as desire and anxiety pump through me.

"I have wanted to do this to you for some time now, Lisa."

I groan. And I feel something cool, metallically cool, run down my spine.

"I have a small present for you here," Jungkook whispers. What is it? An image from our show-and-tell springs to mind. Holy cow. A butt plug. Jungkook runs it down the parting between my buttocks.