I ve got plans for this body PART 5

BERNARD POV

For as sexually experienced as I am, I have never witnessed an authentic squirt. I’ve been with girls who would ‘squirt’ but it was really just a golden shower – they’d basically just piss when they orgasmed, which they would be really proud of. What Emmae just did? That was something else. It tasted like her. It was unbelievably hot to watch her come apart like that.

I push her toward the bathroom, at her suggestion. She turns the water on, and it heats up fast. I step in and tug on her hand after she closes the shower door. I pull her into me and cup her face with my hands, water falling over my shoulders, and down my arms. She grips my wrists with her hands and turns her head to press a kiss into the palm of my hand. She turns her face back to me and gazes into my eyes, tearing into my soul with her blue orbs. I trace her lips with my thumb. “I love you, Emmae.”

She nods, smiling sweetly, “I love you too, Bernard.” She kisses my thumb and closes her eyes, dropping her hands from my wrists to my elbows. I move my hands to card them into her hair and I kiss her. She deepens the kiss with sigh, wrapping her arms around my back and caressing fingers along my spine.

She palms my cock and smiles into the kiss. “I think I said something about taking care of this.” She looks at me expectantly and smirks.

“Yeah, Princess, you said something about that.” I kiss her again, wrapping her hair around my fist. I pull her head to the side, giving me access to her neck. I drag my teeth along the exposed skin and I feel her fingernails dig into my back. “Kitty got some claws?”

She gives me a sultry look. “Maybe…” There’s an abrupt shift in atmosphere and my heart starts pounding in my chest. “Bell?” She’s as breathless as I am.

I nod, “Yeah, Emmae?” I crowd her into the wall and cage her in my arms.

She bites her lip (as if my dick needs to be any harder). “Throw me around while you fuck me. Make it rough… Really fucking rough.”

My voice is low, “You want me to hurt you?”

She nods, her pulse bounding in her throat, “I said rough, didn’t I?”

I grab her hips, hard, and pull her against me, rolling my hips into hers. Her eyes are closed as I shove her backwards into the shower wall and a little squeaking gasp escapes her throat. She opens her eyes in surprise and smirks. “Like that?”

She zeroes in on me with her gaze, “More.”

“Give me your word.”

She looks me in the eye with a smirk, “Cherries.”

I grab her arm again and jerk her back toward me. “You remember your safe word?”

She nods, “Red for stop, Yellow to slow down.”

“Good. Use it if you need to, you hear me?”

She nods, “I hear you.”

I shove her again into the shower wall, this time face first. She catches herself with her forearms. “Have you been a bad girl?”

She nods her head, “Yes.”

I land a sharp slap on her ass, and she yelps, “Yes, what?”

She has a defiant look in her eye when she glances over her shoulder at me with a raised eyebrow and a smirk. Instead of answering me, she just shrugs her shoulders. She’s trying to provoke me. It’s working.

I pin her body against the tile with mine. “Wrong answer, Princess.”

She’s breathless, “Oh yeah? What are you gonna do about it?”

I spin her back around to face me. I stroke the back of my fingers against her neck and down her sternum before coming back up to hold her chin. “It sounds like you might need a lesson in respect.”

She tries to look condescending when she laughs, “Oh, are you gonna teach me?”

I tell her warningly, “You’re playing with fire, Princess.”

She snorts, “Like you know what fire is…”

I shake my head, snaking my hands between her legs, and I can feel her cunt dripping. There’s a difference between water from the shower and the viscous lubricating product of her arousal… “You’re dripping for me, Princess.”

She groans, trying to appear unaffected as I thrust two fingers into her cunt. “Here I was thinking you were gonna do something about it… Ohhhh, GOD.” I scissor my fingers inside of her, grazing her G-spot, and by the end of the sentence she’s moaning. I feel my fingers bump against the plug that’s still buried inside of her other orifice. She gasps, probably suddenly remembering it’s still in there.  

“Are you ready to give me a more respectful answer?”

She gives me a dismissive eye roll.

“Interesting time to be refusing things, isn’t it? What did I tell you about disobedience?” I move my fingers inside of her, and her cunt clamps down as if to try and keep them from escaping. I chuckle at the thought.

“Maybe you should spank me then.”

“Careful Princess, you don’t want to confuse ‘spanking’ and ‘punishment.’ A Princess who doesn’t obey doesn’t get to come.”

With a look of stricken panic, she shrieks “NO! I’m sorry! I didn’t mean—“

I cut her off, “If you want a spanking, all you have to do is ask.” I rotate my fingers in her pussy, making sure to bump against the plug on the other side of her walls.

She’s breathless and still panicky, “I’m sorry! I’ll be a good girl, sir. I promise.”

I would be concerned by the panicked quality of her voice, but a little glimmer of amusement slips into her eye, just briefly enough to know that she’s still into this.

I feel a wicked smile spread across my face, “You still need to be taught a lesson.”

She gives me a smirk back, “Then teach me, Sir.”

I step back, “Okay, Princess. Disobedience has consequences, so I still have to spank you. Five smacks for insolence.”

She nods. “Five, okay.”

I laugh darkly, “Oh, Princess… I’m sorry, I should have clarified. Five smacks for each display of insolence. So let’s count. You refused to address me respectfully – that’s five, you verbally provoked me four times, that’s twenty more, then your rolled your eyes at least once that I caught, so that’s five more.”

I chuckle as her face pales. “So, Princess. You’re smart. Can you add those up for me?”

She nods slowly. Her voice is nearly a whisper, “Thirty.”

“Correct.” She closes her eyes and shivers. “Now, bend forward and keep your hands on the wall. Do not move them.”

She assumes the position and nods, looking a little far away…

I grab her chin, “Do you understand, Princess?”

She nods her head, “I understand.”

“Count them out.” I land the first blow on her ass without warning, and it’s not gentle. No buildup, no warmup.

She jumps, “One, sir.”

I slap again in the same spot immediately. “Two, sir.”

Another blow in the same spot, “Three, sir.”

Another smack. “Four sir.”

Another smack. She flinches, “Five, sir.”

I move to the other cheek and land a hard smack. “Six, sir.”

Again. “Seven, sir.”

Again. She hisses, “Eight, sir.”

Again. She grunts, “Nine, sir.”

Again. She moans, “Ten, sir.”

For the next ten, she counts them out dutifully, each time flinching a little harder. By number 15 she has tears in her eyes, and fuck me if it doesn’t turn me on to see her like this. After number 20, I check in, “Give me your word, Princess.” My hand is stinging like a motherfucker, and when I pause the tingling is intense.

She sniffs, “Cherries.”

“Good girl.”