Baby mine

Moving on

Greg hadn't visited since that time he came round with his Mrs. She hadn't seen or heard from him in a long time. One night she was up a ladder painting, when she heard a loud rap at the door. Greg stood in the rain, looking wet and forlorn. She opened the door for him.

He stalked in looking angry. He moved towards her quickly and pinned her to the wall. He took her face on his hands giving her a punishing kiss. He broke away and growled at her. 'You are mine', he all but hissed at her. She tried to break free from him, but he had her pinned. It was a half hearted attempt anyway.

'No you are someone else's', she spat back. He ground himself against her. Her traitorous body responded. He sort her lips again, but she turned her head away. So he kissed down her neck as she sighed.

He bit her neck and she arched into him. His hand travelled her body down to her ars*. He smoothed over the curve of her, then smacked. Pain and then so much pleasure.

Again he smoothed over the curve of her and smacked. She turned her face back towards him. He kissed her deeply.