Lara barked out a laugh at the impact, then suddenly her legs were up and she was kicking him back. Craig went falling back, rolling across the floor. Lara went after him as he came to his knees, throwing a hard left that broke against Craig’s block. He grunted at the hit—damn, those muscles weren’t just for show—and lunged a punch of his own at Lara’s gut, but she danced out of range.
There was a smile on her face, but Craig didn’t think it was because she’d dodged him. He thought it might have something to do with the bruise he’d surely put on her back with that first grapple.
“Welcome aboard,” she said jollily and launched herself at him.
Craig rushed into it and they collided like rugby players. His superior weight stunned Lara. He could feel his window closing, her coming back to her senses, while he seized her and flipped her in a wrist throw. The wood creaked where she landed.
He came down on her, hand seizing her wrists, and her head rocketed up to butt him. He reeled back to get out of its way, loosening his grip on her right hand. She snaked it out of his hold and reached down to his crotch, seizing him tight. Craig froze. She had him not just by the balls, but by the shaft.
“Caught your attention?” Lara asked, her grin so there that it could’ve been carved into her statuesque face.
Since the first time I saw your handwriting. Craig counted in his head, looking into Lara’s eyes, seeing her waiting for his response so fervently that her tongue was sneaking out of her mouth…
“Three,” he said. “You lose.”
For the first time since he’d seen her, the smile departed Lara’s lips and seemed more than a stone’s throw away. “What?”
“Both shoulders have been down for three seconds. I pinned you. You lose.”
Lara blinked like the act was something she had to make her eyes do. “You’re not holding me down.”
“You’re still on your back.”
“I could tear your todger clean off.”
“That’s another thing. Considering the circumstances, I think we should avoid anything below-the-belt. I’m sure a sportswoman like you would hate for me to have a Pyrrhic victory.”
Lara’s smile made its way back onto her face; a little more twisted than he remembered. She lightened the pressure on his groin. “Alright, Mr. McLain. You win. And I was so sure you’d wait until I was asleep to try anything…”
“Who has that kind of time?” Craig took his hands off her, rising up onto his knees. Still straddling her body.
Lara didn’t do anything to get out from under him. “So what’s it to be? Some fellatio for starters? No, you’ll want the full package—one of the classics? Missionary, doggy? I ride quite well, and as you can imagine the view is spectacular. Perhaps you wish to roger me? I’m not adverse, but it is an ambitious program. We’d have to fetch some lube, but you need to know where that is anyway…”
“Actually, I was thinking about the future.”
Lara’s tongue peeked out to wipe a bead of sweat from her upper lip. “You want to breed me? Oh, what a bold young man you are. But I’m afraid my birth control makes that quite nonnegotiable.”
“I was thinking that in the heat of the moment, a passionate woman like you might forget yourself and go for my nuts again.”
Lara’s brow furrowed. “That sounds… not unlike me…”
“So I thought that before anything else, I should make sure you remember that some things are off-limits. I should give you an idea of the kind of punishment you’d be in store for if you don’t remember the rules.”
She dragged her lower lip under white teeth. “I’m… not aghast at the idea.” She said it while shuddering, and Craig knew it would take a lot more than the prospect of corporeal punishment to frighten her.
She was excited.
“Assume the position.”
Lara wiggled herself around onto her belly, then crawled out in front of him. On her hands and knees. Her thick ass facing him. A perfect peach, so plump and ripe that he could’ve believed it was just for him.
He raised his hand and spanked her lightly.
Lara’s breath charged out of her lungs and then charged back in. Her entire body seemed to gleam with a ruddy glow; a new tint of red so sudden it made her shudder to be possessed by it. “Harder! Remember, you’re trying to impress me! You think a little lovetap is going to do it?”
Craig swung his hand into her again, harder, getting an odd excitement from the shock of the impact. His hand stinging a little from the blow, knowing Lara must be feeling so much more of the pain, that it made her quiver to be branded with it. He watched her ass flare with the red of his handprint and Lara’s breath flew through her again.
“Yes, my dear, that’s lovely! That’s beautiful! Hit me again and really mean it this time!”
He didn’t know exactly what he was doing, only that it was what Lara wanted. He spanked her, delivering blow after blow to her well-rounded cheeks, turning one a flaming red and then hitting the other when the palm of his hand went sore.
Lara shrieked and squirmed, now pounding the floor with a clenched fist, her tongue lolling from her mouth while she moaned at the pain. It lingered between slaps, tingling in her, arousing her, an aphrodisiac. Craig reached down between her legs and felt her cunt. It was wet and even his experimental sampling of her made Lara sigh and spread her hands on the floor.
“Yes! Now my cunt! Now take my cunt with your cock, I want it in me, I want you fucking me like you spanked me! Hurt my pussy like you did my arse, yes, give me a proper seeing to!”
***
Lara still remembered the first cock she’d ever seen. A precocious child, she’d quickly discovered the facts of life, gleaming all the basics from the literature she rapaciously consumed, from soap operas she was too young for, from a little judicious spying on what the butlers and the maids did when they were serving each other instead of the Crofts.
But there came a time when she’d been in a schoolboy’s room—wanting to examine an issue of Commando that he wouldn’t part with, which wasn’t stealing, as he wouldn’t even know she’d perused it.
And so she’d had to slip into the closet when he came back earlier than she’d anticipated. He’d dropped his textbooks to the floor… Lara mentally chiding him for how callous he was with them… and sat on the bed. Then fiddled with his jeans, skinning himself out of them, saying “Finally!”
Lara hadn’t known what he’d meant. Why was he so eager to get out of his jeans? Then she saw it. His prick bulged in his pants. He’d been walking around with a hard-on; no wonder he was uncomfortable. And then he did something about his hard-on… and Lara saw something so much more overt than the necking the servants did.
It’d quickly come to her that she could control that tempting little morsel of flesh—experience it in ways far more direct than watching in private moments. But now, she was transported back to that scene. Feeling once more unsure and a little mystified and even perhaps intimidated, for Craig didn’t fuck her, despite her being so wet that she felt compelled to squeeze her thighs together like she was trying not to pee.
She looked back at him. Saw him wrap his hand around his outthrust cock. Pull his foreskin back and forth over his engorged cockhead. And panting excitement overtook Lara. He was just the size she had hoped for. Long and thick, with a big vein running down his length, absolutely beautiful.
“Ahhh!” Craig sighed, leaning back onto his feet, letting his prick stand straight up so his strokes went up and down.
Yes, pump that cock, Craig, make it nice and hard, Lara thought, too spellbound by the filthy sight to speak. Make yourself come. I want to see it. See all the hot cum you’ve got for me…
Then her little cunt panged, so full of lust she automatically reached to finger it, and she knew she needed relief even more than she needed to watch Craig at play. “Now, Craig, fuck me now!”
And she started to rise up, to shove her ass back against his crotch, to make herself a better sheath for his manhood than his hand could ever be. Only Craig shoved her down onto her belly with his other hand. Lara let out a little coo of excitement, but Craig didn’t move to enter her now that he had her prone. He only moved his fingers faster on his jutting cock. His balls rose in their tightening bag, holding tight to the base of his cock.
“I want it, Craig, I want it!” Lara moaned.
“Doesn’t mean I have to give it to you,” Craig gasped, his hand blurring on his turgid erection.