~Cherry's Hot Spot~

[Light Ice]

A solitary gift is left there, wrapped up in ribbons and nestled on a bed of small lily blossoms. The teddy is nestled there, brown-furred and soft, without a card or anything else of mention.

 

[xOxCherryxOx]

Just as dusk is settling she opens the door to her lair, too long it's been she'd she spent time here but it was a soothing place to rest her weary head. Shutting the world away with the closing of the door her head tilted to the side and she breathed in and soft smile crept over her lips. He'd been there. Striking a match she lit the torch by the door, easing her way around the room only lighting a few more along with the fireplace, casting the room in a soft glow, noticing the dust settled over furniture from her absence. She made a mental note to call someone in to give the place a glow again on the morrow while she was attending to her friends.

The subtle sound of her heels clicking over the wood floors was the only sound other than the crackle of the fire as she made her way to the coffee table by her favorite lounge chair. There it was, the sweetest little bear in a bed of delicate lilies and dainty little ribbons. Tears burned her eyes from his thoughtfulness. Perching on the edge of her chair she gently lifted it and pressed it's softness against her cheek, kissing it's nose and hugging it to her. Soon a delicate flower was tucked behind her ear and she layed back and stared into the fire, hoping sleep would soon claim her. Tomorrow she would thank him properly with a great big hug and kiss. He always found some way to be there for her, sooth her when she needed it most. Not many seen the kindness and tenderness in his heart but it was there, always for her and she was most thankful for it and him.

 

[Light Ice]

A bottle of wine and flowers, arranged neatly on the table. She'd find a bath drawn for her with rose petals on the water, scenting the humid air, laying that indulgence amidst the darkness. Candles lit from the door to the rooms beyond. And he was absent. Such was life. Later, he hoped, to come make good on the offer he'd made.

But for now this was for her.

Sometimes, just sometimes, even the best needed a reminder that they had others around them.

 

[xOxCherryxOx]

Bone weary, drained, feeling like she was all tied in knots as she walked into her place finding once again he'd been by offering his comfort when she felt weak. A soft smile touched her features as she ran her fingertip down the bottle of wine and dipped her head to bury her face in the flower's he'd left. It soothed her soul to take in the fresh scent of nature and appreciate the beauty of the vibrant stems of silky petals. Taking a moment, she opened the wine and poured a glass before walking into her room and kicking off her heels, closing her eyes and enjoying the first sip. Breathing a soft sigh of pleasure she took in the scent of roses, opened her eyes and gave a soft purr. Her bath was filled and steaming. Rose petals drifted atop inviting her to come in and relax.

Padding on stockinged feet she sat her glass on the edge of the tub and perched her little foot on the edge, rolling her stocking down her thigh and over her lean calf, tugging it off her pretty pink polished toes. The other foot then perched as she eased the stocking off the same way. Quicker now she pulled the straps of her yellow sundress off her shoulders and let it slide to a heap on the floor pooled at her feet. She could feel the steam on her skin now and reached back to unfasten her lacey white bra, unceremoniously dropping it in the pile on the floor, her dainty little panties eased over the curve of her hips and joining the other disarray of clothing on the tiled floor.

And just that quick she was enveloped in steaming rose water, it wrapped around her like a lovers arms welcoming her into it's comfort. Offering to ease her burdens and cleanse her soul. It was just what she needed. Peace. Solice. Wine. Soon.. him. She opened her eyes wide enough to spot where she sat her glass and leaned up to get it, taking a long drink and easing back, closing her eyes, drifting.

 

[_Raven_]

Love you kitten.

 

[xOxCherryxOx]

So going to do this to my Raven tonight.. unless I can lock him in the office with me today at some point.. hmmmm. ponders

 

[_Raven_]

So going to do this to my Raven tonight.. unless I can lock him in the office with me today at some point.. hmmmm. ponders

It's a damn shame it was too busy while you were here today but you can make it up to me tonight Babygirl

 

[Light Ice]

She's light, damned light, and still the coiled strength in my arm strains. I feel the bite of her nails as she claws my forearm, grips me, tries to take the weight as I drag her across the ground by the gorgeous, healthy mane of cherry red. This one. This terrible, wicked, misbehaved little one has had it coming for so long that I cannot remember. I kick through the door, paying no regard to her little protests, and haul her into the room.

A flick of my wrist sends her whirling from my side and into the closed space between us.

Unable to help myself, I leave the door open behind me. Daring her. My heart is pounding. My mouth is dry. I can feel the rain start up before it does, pounding the pavement, sharp and unyielding. It's strange not to feel that softness with her, now.

She should have been careful what she wished for.

 

[xOxCherryxOx]

Egotistical ass. Who does he think he is dragging me off like this? So what if I'm bratty and misbehaving. Inside she knew he liked it. If he didn't his prick wouldn't be raging hard and pressing against the seam of his pants already. It was probably both from being cat scratched as much as it was him getting off on pulling her around by her hair. And for that matter, so the fuck what that it turned her on to be manhandled a little. Bastard knew it too. Fuck.

Suddenly tossed by the hair and landing in a heap inside the room a string of foul language a lady should never say left her mouth in a heated rush. She looked at the open door and wondered if she could be fast enough.. looking up into his eyes she seen that knowing smirk on his face and knew that's exactly what he wanted. Expected. Fuck that. She wasn't giving him what he wanted. Yet.

Getting up off the floor she reached down and pulled her heels off, one with a broken heel thanks to him dragging her ass here. Angrily she threw it at him whacking him on the shoulder before he could dodge it. "You owe me a new pair of shoes jerk." Turning on bare feet she went to the bar and pulled out a bottle of whiskey, pouring two shots and glaring at him.

"Got something on your mind?"

 

[Light Ice]

The heel flew. She'd telegraphed it. I could have moved, could have slipped it, but I was already busy rolling up the cuffs of my shirt. She knows, and I know, that I've a need to be precise. Controlled. The cuffs are flawless. Folded neatly. A perfect roll of the pale blue fabric until it rests just beyond my elbow, high on my sinuously muscled forearm.

She hadn't run. Clever girl. But the rest was almost an act. Bait. I give her my back long enough to close the door, long enough to close both of my hands on the knob and jerk it sidelong until there is a sudden, metallic crack in the room and it comes free in my hands. I toss it aside. She pretends not to notice.

She's barely finished the shot, swallowed it, and put the little tumbler on the bar before I've crossed the room and met her. I've been so cautious with her before. Adoring. In the dark, in hushed words, I've called her my princess. The filth that slipped between us always layered with softness.

It's different tonight.

And I let her know, hard, as my hand closes long fingers on the back of her neck and my arm straightens to press her until she's bent crudely across the bar. The gorgeous girl isn't that tall, isn't that strong. Her full tits crush to cold wood, unforgiving, and in order to keep her feet on the floor she has to rise onto pretty, painted toes.

The first swat is rough. The second rougher.

Each impact of my hand stout enough to rock her if I didn't have her pinned so securely. Each strike enough to redden her ass if I didn't aim lower and clap the sensitive flesh at the back of her thighs. She wanted wicked. She wanted hard. She wanted to see what I was like when I was rough, without regard, and without holding back because of her pretty face or the way we fit together.

"Careful what you wish for." I echo to her. The words are a dark, low promise. And the next strike is a solid clap between her spread thighs across the exposed lace crotch of her panties.

 

[xOxCherryxOx]

One of these days she'd crack that pristine control of his. Maybe not today, but maybe.. The liquor burned the back of her throat and thrill of fear boiled low in her tummy when he snapped off the door handle. She couldn't resist. "You can buy, and install, a new one of those too. I guess I should start you a tab with the rate you're going.." Sarcasm was thick, filled with her bold -you can't surprise me or hurt me attitude-. At least until she found herself smacked down on the bar, tip toed and squirming while he burned her ass with the palm of his hand. "Jesus where did he get a swing like that?" She wondered under her breath when her feet came up off the floor from the last one. Still yet, it wasn't anything she couldn't handle. She'd had worse. More times having a bruised ass than a prizefighter had black eyes. She liked it. No, she loved it. That hot flash of pleasure/pain.

If he only knew what it was doing to her already. She wanted to rub her thighs together. To ask for more. To say the filthy things she said to him when she needed him to fuck her. But even she sensed something a little different. Darker. Sadistic. "Careful what you wish for." Was he reading her fucking mind now? Then it hit. Right on her damp little cunt. A hard smack that covered her mound and made her yelp for the first time tonight. "Fuck!" Followed by a little moan and her ass wiggling just barely side to side.

Turning her head to look at him she smiled, eyes a little watery from the intense smacks. "Thank you for the advice. I think I can handle getting what I ask for though." Her soft little pink tongue darting over her lips and a soft sniffle as she turned her head away again, waiting. Like a good little slut.

 

[Light Ice]

Sometimes, just sometimes, the pain wasn't about her pleasure. The next two strikes on her ass were solid enough to bring sparks through my hand, a bold heat through the layer of dense callouses and hardened skin. Fitting, really. The bars at the gym had torn my hands to pieces through the years, turned them hard. A shovel. Hammer. The tools I'd wielded at home had done the same. It was suitable that it was her ass, her soft and gorgeous ass, that provoked pain to leap through my palm once again. It intoxicated me. Not the sensation, really. I was getting drunk on the feeling of being unrestrained, unchecked. It wasn't about her pleasure.

It was about mine.

The quaking of her rounded cheeks stopped and I admired them. Their curve. The shape of her. The way the flesh turned bright, blazing red and rose up in the shape of my large hands.

-SMACK-

On her gorgeous little cunt again, palm sharp and sure, rough enough to once again force her little feet to lift and the counter to claim her weight entire. I held back nothing, I poured myself into it, leaned my weight into the blow until her delicate little body was subject to it. Another strike. A third. The last finally lighter than the previous two, almost fingertips alone, drummed high at the crest of her panty-clad slit over the little hood that hid her clit.

"Keep talking." I encouraged her. My words low. Almost unrecognizable. "Keep your pretty whore mouth running. Go on."

 

[xOxCherryxOx]

When the next swats met the caramel colored silk of my skin a few tears slid down my cheek and pooled on the bar. Silent ones. Spirited ones. I wouldn't ask him to stop, he knew that, even if it brought tears to my eyes I wanted it just as much as he. Even when it hurt intensely it felt good. Pain on the body had it's way of making you forget pain you have on the inside, blocking it out, covering it and making it no longer substancial, at least for a little while. I needed this. More than even he knew. It was intoxicating. Him unleashed, sweat forming in a light sheen over his stern features. He was gorgeous. Fierce. Dark.

Forehead now pressed to the bar, concentrating on the cool against my fevered skin. If only there was the same cool feeling on my swollen, hot ass. Jesus I could use some icecubes over my tender skin right now. Thinking, always thinking, pushing passed the pain, the tears. Concentrating on the weight of his body pressing down on mine, the way his scent enveloped me, comforted me, enticed me. Moaning when his heavy prick pressed and rubbed against my thigh. Putting the feel of him like that and his fingertips patting my pussy I was lost, so lost in him nothing else mattered.

"Keep talking. Keep your pretty whore mouth running. Go on."

Laughing and whispering "Careful what you ask for..."

"Want me to talk filthy baby? Want me to tell how wet I am? Feel me and you'll know. Smell the sweet scent of my pretty little princess cunt dripping for you."

"I like it when you bust my ass. When you turn me into the whimpering little red assed fucktoy you know I am for you."

"Make me purr Daddy, fuck me so good, so hard, so deep. You know you want too. You need too. I need you too."

 

[Light Ice]

Words. Just words. They always abandoned me. Left me bereft. I was not a man whose life could be defined in the things he said. Still, as they bubbled from those pretty lips, they made my prick ache. Made it flex. The heavy, hot length of it stiff down the leg of my pants and throbbing as she rocked gently against it. I pulled from her, denying her the friction, the content and the awareness.

And punished her the effort.

Leaning, pressing down on the back of that graceful neck. So thin. Small in my grasp. Pressing her soft cheek into the bar's counter as she dropped tears onto it. I could see them. Hear them in the little hitch of her breath. My hand arced down to let her know that I wanted more.

-CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK-

Four times on one cheek.

-CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK-

Four times on the other.

All my force, every inch of strength. A throbbing, pins and needle numbness in my big hand as the heat of her ass lingered on my palm. My hand slipped up her skin, across fiery silk, feeling the sting radiating off her in wave after wave. There was a power in what I could do to her. The way she could get wrecked under my fingers. The scent of her strong in the air, sharp and sure. Pleasure, crude and primal, coiling through me.

I'd not even loosened my tie and she was red, a bright and angry shade. The back of her thighs. The round of her cheeks. The skin standing in the shape of my fingers, puffy, pretty.

I let my hand bunch up her skirt, hold it back the waistline at the back in a ball, and lifted until her feet were dangling off the floor and her weight rested on the shape of her breasts against the unyielding counter. It was meant to hurt. A kind of hurt I hadn't given her.

And god help her if she kicked me.

"What are you?" I asked. There was only one right answer. And she knew it.

 

[xOxCherryxOx]

Fuck. He pulled away enough to deny me even feeling his warmth. Not even allowing me that to sooth away the pain. Jerk. But fuck me for adoring him all the more. Never have I been the kind of girl that wanted a weak man. I wanted strength. Needed someone who wasn't afraid to take what they wanted and use me as he seen fit. God it was arousing. I could feel my honey slip down my inner thighs portraying to him while I may cry for him my cunt still weeps for him like a needy fucking slut.

And cry I did. I lost count of the smacks. Somewhere passed 16 I'd lost the ability to keep track because I'd started counting the tears that pooled beneath my cheek. Each one a symbol of my desire for him, my trust, my ever growing need to please. I wouldn't sob. No. Silently I would weep tears of desire formed from each painful slap on my tender bottom and soft thighs. I wouldn't give him the satisfaction of actually weeping out loud.

Suddenly lifted by my skirt, feet dangling and breasts crushed hard on the bar I turned my head and glared at him, swatting at his hand. Scratching my nails down his forearm and squirming to get my feet back on the ground. At least until his next words poured over me like honey. He knew there were some things I just couldn't resist. "What are you?"

Biting my bottom lip, tear streaked face staring back at him, I sniffled and let go of his arm so I could wipe my cheek. So many things he called her, pet names, some sweet, some filthy but one usually got him more than anything else. "Daddy's little whore." Batting my eyelashes coyly, dragging my foot up between his legs, rubbing against his pulsing prick.

 

[Light Ice]

I felt her foot. Small, delicate, tracking those painted toes up the inseam of my pants. It'd have been easy to stop it, twist away, jerk her sharply enough to shake her foot from its path, but I waited. I waited until I felt the wiggle of her toes across the stretched fabric over my cock. I waited until I was sure she felt the heat of that thick prick against the sole of her foot before I lifted her by the waist of her skirt and the back of the neck.

She was so light. So small.

I hurled her, swinging my arms once before releasing her and sending her flying backward to the bed in a airborne tussle of dark red hair and the mess of her clothes. Still, I couldn't forge a smile. The lines of my face sharp. Wolfish. Dour. The desire was too sharp, too powerful. It didn't allow me the playful edge we were familiar with.

I didn't know what this was anymore.

My fingers lifted to loosen my tie as I reached for the drink she'd poured me. The small glass dwarfed in my fingers, amber liquor sloshing at the rim. I pounded it, familiar with the warmth it ripped through me, and flipped it absently onto the counter. My eyes never left her. Watched. Giving her, at least for the moment, a hint of freedom.

 

[xOxCherryxOx]

I barely had time to let out an "eep!" before I found myself flying and landing in a heap on the bed. Lifting my face up off the pillow and rolling to my back I propped up on my elbows and drew my knee's up, leaving my skirt left askew over my hips. My long silky hair hung in wild waves over my shoulders and I watched him. Watched the sinewy arm lift and toss back his drink. That smirky look on his face. So sure of himself. Cocky.

He wasn't looking so "in control" now. Loose tie and fingers damp from the sloshed whiskey. Carelessly tossing the glass. No. Not so in control anymore. Was that a good thing or bad? His eyes burned into me. Cool green stare that made me glad I was laid back on the bed instead of standing. Smiling, I slid my hands down to my hips and pulled the bows on the hips of my panties and gently tugged them off, tossing them at him.

"Planning on staring all day?"

 

[Light Ice]

The hit my belly, stuck for a moment, damp fabric heavy with the sweetness of her and lusty in its promise. Her mouth never stopped. Ever. The pretty bow of her lips parting to sling sharp jabs at me, beckons and taunts that registered in darker places than she might have realized. Still, she didn't run as I crossed the room towards her. I wondered, albeit briefly, just what she saw when she looked at me.

I slapped her hard.

My palm huge, arcing across her face, clapping across the soft shape of her cheek with enough force to turn her pretty head and whip her mane of crimson hair about her. She'd made the mistake of thinking tonight's rules were the same. She hadn't felt the difference enough to know better. The lesson was a sudden one. A new one.

I didn't have to tell her what I wanted. She'd gotten the answer right the first time. But the next strike was reinforcement, sharp and sudden, my hand arcing down again to smack the soft, creamy flesh of her breast. I could feel the tight bud of her nipples smack against my fingers as they stroked through the blow.

 

[xOxCherryxOx]

Just his stance, the way he walked toward her was a warning in itself. Another girl probably would have darted towards the door, freedom. Not her. Just wasn't her thing. Even when darkness was looming towards her. For some stupid reason she invited danger. Just like when she was a child and got caught playing with matches. Momma told her "Cherry, you'll catch the house on fire, don't do that." So what did she do? She did it anyways one night when everyone was sleeping and caught her bed on fire. Danger. She thrived on it, was glamoured by it.

But one thing she didn't quite expect was the sharp slap he gave her to her cheek, for whatever reason, was even more shocked by the second slap to her breast. Pain shot through her, but rage shot through her even harder. Before she thought of the consequences she drew her arm back and slapped him as hard as she could and kicked out at his chest.

Now she was just pissed. Aroused. Yeah. Pissed? Hell yeah. She stared at him, nearly breaking a smile at the shocked but fiercely pissed off look on his face. But even she knew better than to push too hard. She didn't figure she'd have long to wait for his reaction, not to mention whether it would be one she desired or wished to run from. This wasn't their usual escapade. Not even close.

 

[Light Ice]

I'd anticipated the slap. It struck sharp across my face, rang true and solid as her little hand stroked across my cheek with more force than most would anticipate. A heat spread, familiar, along with the bite of pain in its wake. The thing about her, the thing that had first drawn me to her, was that she was a fighter. Tough. For all the girlishness and brattiness, all the fronts and facades, deep down the girl was the kind of woman that'd grown up through adversity. That, more than anything, usually inspired tenderness.

Tonight it inspired alertness.

The foot wasn't expected but I saw it, lifted a hand in time to catch the inside of her ankle and turn her foot sharply to the side of my body. My fingers tightened, working instinctively to cinch down a sharp grip as my arm tightened, dragging her by that foot to the bed's edge and twisting her so that she flopped on her flat little belly. Face down on the mattress, red ass skyward, skirt a rumpled mess.

My hand caught her hair, twisted it, forced her back to bow in a sharp and exaggerated arch while my other hand sank down between her thighs and across the wet silk of her sex. The heat of it wet and certain on my palm, delicate folds opening to the solitary finger I pressed at them.

"What are you?" My words a low rumble. A growl emphasized by the sink of my finger into the silky heat of her pussy while I pinned her face-down on her bed.

 

[xOxCherryxOx]

The stern look on his face, one cheek turning pink, was so kissable it literally angered her. How dare he look so fucking ruggedly sexy and make her mad at the same time. Angry that he'd slapped her in the first place, angry her kick missed it's target and she was being dragged down the bed and tossed face down again. She was a mess. Hair fanned out over her head, her skirt might as well not be there for as much as it wasn't covering her, her top had a few buttons popped off it from his tossing her here and there.

The sharp snag of his fingers in her hair caught her attention. A little whimper slipped out before she could stop it. God he smelled so good, so male... so warm pressed against her from behind with his big rough hand covering her slick slit. She wanted so badly to move her little hips and rub herself into his hand. So badly. His finger slid through her honey coated petals with ease, teasing her, that growly voice making her whimper. "What are you?"

She could have said a lot. Smarted off. Gotten snarky. But she just whispered, so softly, one simple word. "Your's."

 

[Light Ice]

There it was.

Not quite a cry for mercy; just as good as one. Usually, in the dark, those little whimpers of hers were enough to turn him soft. Tender. Tonight, it only provoked a second finger to plunge into the silk of her cunt, fill her up, curl roughly in beckon of the climax she had lurking inside her. He fucked her with those fingers. Rough. Hard. The sounds of his fingers churning against the slick walls of her pussy lewd and wanton.

The jerk of his hand in her hair kept her arched, forced her breasts off the bed's coverlet to heave in the broken ruin of her shirt. It was as though the force of his fingers pumping inside her was met by the way he craned back on her head, forced her into him, gave her nowhere to run as her tight walls were filled.

"Mine?" He breathed against her ear. The words were rough. Weighted with discontent. A twisting, rumbling rush of heat against the delicate skin of her cheek. "What are you going to do for me, then? What the fuck could I possibly do with you?"

 

[xOxCherryxOx]

Her voice faded into a purring growl as he slid another finger inside and curled it just where she needed it. Rough and hard.. "Fuck yesss..." she clenched around him, quivering while he ruthlessly fucked her needy little cunt. It sounded so filthy, that slapping wet sound, his growl in her ear as he held her tight right there. She was a dripping mess. Hot, sweaty, soaked and purring like a kitten getting petted in just the right way.

"Mine?" he said "What are you going to do for me, then? What the fuck could I possibly do with you?"

His words were laced with something akin to sarcasm, talking down to her maybe, just being gruff when he was usually the opposite. Normally he treated her like a princess. A slutty one, but a princess none the less. Now though? He just treated her like a slut. Using her how he wanted. But her answer was clear. Soft. Needy. "Anything. Everything. Or nothing if you choose not too." She had given in to him. Completely.

 

[xOxCherryxOx]

 

[Mav Unlimited]

That made me smile