One Timers

“Did you really think you’d get away with it?” Jon hisses at his girlfriend, practically breaking down the door to his apartment.
“It was harmless fun.” Heather responds with a shrug.
“Harmless fun?” Jon seethes. “That was not harmless and it was not fun.”

Heather’s heels click on the floor as Jon drags her down the hallway towards his bedroom, his hand keeping a death grip on her wrist. He throws the door open and pushes her inside, slamming it shut behind them.

“Hands on the edge of the bed.” He growls, loosening his tie.
She does as she’s told, but not without a little smirk.

Jon’s always been dominating in bed. Sometimes a little rough. But what Heather has really been craving since the first time he did it a couple months ago, she knew she’d have to encourage using perfect timing and calculated moves.

Tonight was the perfect night. The Blackhawks had lost the first game of the series, and Jon had missed a wide open net that would have tied the game right before the end of the third period. He was pissed and all Jon wanted to do was go home, have rough sex with his girlfriend, and call it a night. But Patrick Kane, always the party boy, decided it would be a good idea for them all to go out and let off some steam. Jon disagreed, but was forced into joining him and the rest of the team, dragging Heather along with him. The cards played perfectly in her favor as they’d both had a couple drinks. Not enough to get them completely wasted, but enough to get them tipsy to the point that she knew her plan would work.

“I don’t know why you thought you’d get away with your little romp.” Jon chides, pushing the hem of her little black dress up her thighs. “You figured I wasn’t paying attention?”

His hands caressed her bare round ass, admiring the cheetah print thong disappearing between her cheeks.

“Well let me tell you something, baby.” Jon’s captain voice is coming through, soaking Heather’s panties. “This ass is mine. And only mine.”

Heather leans back a little, trying to rub against his lap.

“Oh, no.” He growls. “You’re not getting any pleasure tonight. You think you can grind that tight little ass of yours against my teammate’s dick at the club and then come home to me and I’ll pleasure you? Oh no no, baby girl.”

His fingers thread through the small string and rip the weak fabric, leaving her completely bare.

“Tell me, baby. Did Kaner’s dick feel good dancing against your ass? Was it nice and hard for you? Hmm? Did it feel as good as mine against your backside?”

His hands push her dress up farther and Heather moans.

“I know for a fact Kaner is no where near as big as me.” He whispers in her ear.

“I’m sorry.” She pants.

“Sorry isn’t going to cut it, you naughty little girl. You need to be punished.”

Jon’s strong fingers grip her ass, leaving dents and likely bruises. His palm begins rubbing smooth circles and she knows it’s time.

“Count out loud for me.” He demands, removing his hand.

Heather sucks in a deep breath in anticipation.

Suddenly his palm strikes her bare ass sharply, sending her forward slightly on the bed. Too quickly it disappears from her skin.

“One.” She whispers.

“Louder.” He growls. Not three seconds later he strikes again.

“Two.” She croaks.

“Better.” He strikes again.

“Three.” She squeals.

“Getting there. Do it right or I’ll keep going.” He strikes again.

“FOUR!” She yells.

“Yes, you naughty girl.”

This continues in the same pattern until she reaches the number eighteen.

“This is your last one.” He warns. “Do it right, or we’ll start over again.”

By this time, Heather is panting hard and her ass is stinging. She knows she’s going to have a bruise in the morning, but at the same time her panties are completely drenched and she’s feeling more alive than ever. His hand disappears from her skin and she inhales. It returns harder than ever before.

“NINETEEN!” She screams.

“Ahhh, good baby. Nice and loud.”

His hands begin caressing the bright red area on her ass cheek.

“Now tell me, who’s number is nineteen?” He asks.

“Yours.” She croaks.

“And who’s ass is this?” He asks, squeezing slightly.

“Yours.” She responds.

“Will you ever grind it agains Kaner again?”

“No.”

“Good baby.” He pulls away and she hears him unzip his pants. A minute later, his tip is probing at her entrance. “Now you listen carefully. You are not to enjoy this. This is your punishment for betraying me. I’m going to cum balls-deep inside your tight little pussy, but you aren’t going to cum until I say you can. You’re going to suffer, just like I had to at the club watching you dance your little ass against Kaner’s dick. Do you understand?”

She whimpers her agreement and he pushes into her, full force. He begins thrusting himself into her, and it takes everything she has not to fall over the edge.

“Oh, Jon!” She screams. He grabs her hair and pulls her head back.

“Don’t you dare cum, Heather.” He growls, hammering into her.

He keeps his hand in her hair and continues pounding away. Many minutes later, she feels his dick twitch, and knows he’s close.

“Tell me how bad you want to cum.” He demands. “Beg me.”

“Oh, Jon!” She cries. “I wanna cum so bad. Please- please let me cum.”

“Could Kaner ever give you this?” He growls.

“No!” She yells.

“I didn’t think so.” He drops his grasp from her hair and wraps his long fingers around her hips. He’s almost there.

“Please, Jon.” She whimpers.

“Please what?” He prods.

“Please let me cum.” She gasps.

“Will you scream my name? Wake the neighbors and tell them how fucking good I am.”

“Yes.” She pants.

He thrusts into her three times before he answers.

“Okay, you naughty girl. You can cum.”

She screams out his name as loud as she can and her tight core squeezes around his rock hard dick, buried deep inside her. The warmth of her orgasm breaking over him sends him over the top and he lets out a bellow, releasing his hot seed into her. He pumps his load and his brain gets cloudy as he listens to her small moans of pleasure.

Eventually, he regains his composure and slips out of her, leaving her still whimpering against the bed. He walks over to the dresser and pulls out a pair of panties and one of his old shirts.

“Go to the bathroom and clean yourself up.” He says, placing them on the bed in front of her. She’s still trying to catch her breath. “Then join me in bed.”

He turns towards the closet and picks up his discarded suit pants on the way. He steps into the closet and sheds the rest of his clothing, hanging it up so it doesn’t get wrinkled. He grabs a clean pair of boxers and pulls them on before returning to the bedroom. He pulls back the sheets and grabs the lotion out of his bedside table before climbing in.

Heather returns from the bathroom and climbs into the bed with him, lying on her stomach. He slowly pulls down her panties and spreads a small amount of lotion on the red mark he left.

No words are shared between the two as he carefully massages the area, soothing the intense burning she was still feeling. Eventually the small amount of lotion he used runs out, and he pulls her panties back up.

Notes

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This kinda got out of hand. But I couldn't stop....

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