Welt

The scratches down my forearm lasted only a day or so. There were marks a bit longer where she had dug her nails into the mound of my deltoid while I held her thighs apart and slid my tongue up and down the length of her slit. Her scent filled my nostrils and she ground the wet softness of her cunt into my face - in the midst of all this I couldn't possibly notice the welts forming on my skin. Or rather, I noticed, but I didn't care, the sensation adding to the intoxication of the moment.

When I got up to find the condoms, she lunged for my cock with her mouth. Playing the game, I couldn't let her get what she wanted so easily. I slapped her face softly but firmly with the flat of my hand.

"Restrain yourself, or you'll get punished."

She smirked and took another shot, her mouth open, hungry.

I slapped her again across the face, harder, back and forth, the palm and the back of my hand striking the warm, flushed cheeks. To keep her still I held her head by clutching a handful of her brown curls between my fingers.

Once the condom was on I had the good sense to hold her down by the wrists while I slid myself into the twitching grasp of her pussy.