I flood at his aggression and words. Speechless, I do exactly as he says.
"Turn," he growls, and I can see that he's barely containing himself.
I immediately face the wall and wait for the next command. It feels dirty, like I'm his s*x toy, but I love it.
"Hands on the wall, feet apart," he says. He kicks my feet apart at the same time as he gives the demand, just as impatient as I am. He pulls out my hips so I'm leaning forward, then smacks my ass.
He groans deeply in his throat and says, "Seeing your ass jiggle under my hand is f-cking beautiful."
I'm squirming, wishing I could put my legs back together to get some friction. "Please Cass, I need it," I whine in a voice that doesn't sound like my own.
"You know I can't resist when you beg, my angel," he praises, then in contrast, sl
