He had the zipper down to the valley between her swelling breasts when she suddenly spun away from him. She got between him and the coffee table, again smiling at him coyly.
"You only want me for my body," she said. Her eyes glowed with fire.
Brian smiled and started around one end of the table for her. But she circled it too, keeping her distance.
"I've changed my mind," she said. "You're too rough… I'm afraid of you. I think you really want to hurt me."
"Carla… Carla," he whispered soothingly. Brian suddenly understood, as he circled the coffee table, trying to get at her. She wanted it this way. She wanted to be afraid of him. The more fear she had, the more exciting he would be for her. She wanted to resist him and taunt him until he took her savagely.
"Carla, Carla," he whispered, going along with her game. "I don't want to hurt you if you give in to me. But if you keep trying to get away from me, when I finally do catch you I'm going to rape the living shit out of you."
"Oh God!" she whimpered.
But he could see that hit words had the desired effect. She raised her fist to her open mouth in fear, but her eyes swam with murky sex fires.
"You're being awfully naughty, Carla," he said, still circling toward her.
"Brian, I've changed my mind! I mean it, really!"
"You're so naughty you deserve a spanking."
Carla gasped and the whites of her eyes showed. She seemed paralyzed now, unable to move as he continued toward her. "Ohhhh, I'm afraid, I'm afraid," she moaned.
But she didn't think back this time when he got close to her. He reached out and unzipped her robe all the way to her feet. Then he scooped it off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor.
He couldn't believe his eyes when he saw what she had on underneath it. Under her boobs there was a bra without cups, just a stiffened rib of black lacy cloth that held the firm upswept globes out from her body. And her hips and pelvis were encased in a tight black leather girdle that left her pussy and her ass naked. Brian's prick nearly burst out of his pants when he saw her like that.
Jesus, get a hold of yourself, fella! he told himself.
"I… I've changed my mind, Brian," Carla whimpered. "I really have. I'm not kidding." Her body trembled and her voice quavered. "Why don't we just drink some more champagne and then fuck and forget about all the rest. That's sick. You don't want to do that. I was only kidding."
"Kidding?" Brian let his eyes glint with menace. She nodded nervously. Her hands shook as she reached around behind her back. The movement made her naked breasts swell and her thick nipples flare. Brian's mouth watered for them.
"Here, look, I'll take this stuff off." Carla said hurriedly. "Then we can just fuck… you know, normally. You want to fuck me, don't you?"
She got the half-bra off and fling it on the sofa. But her breasts were so high and firm and round that they really hadn't needed it in the first place. They were so ripe and full that he couldn't take his eyes off them. He slowly began unbuttoning his shirt.
"I said you want to fuck me, don't you?" she whispered again.
"I want to do more than fuck you," he said. His voice was thick with desire, pulsing with the kind of menace that only excited Carla further.
She backed slowly away from him toward the bedroom, and he followed her. When she reached the bed she lay down on it, gazing up at his tan muscular body as he stood over her, shedding his pants, kicking off his shoes. His eyes flashed with danger, with lurking threats that seemed to make her naked body melt.
He peeled his shorts down his thighs and his stiff red cock jumped out, swelling and twitching. She reached out to touch it, and he slapped her hand away sharply.
"Ouch!" she cried out, feeling the sting of his hard knuckles on her wrist.
She drew her hand up to her mouth, pressed lips to the aching spot. Now she really was afraid, and the fear aroused her more than ever.
"Brian…" she whimpered softly, shyly. "Brian, you're not… going to hurt me. Are you?"
When he didn't answer, but only glowered lustfully at her naked boobs and smooth belly and her puffy wet cunt where it was exposed by the fantastic black leather girdle, she half-begged him to speak.
"Are you?"
"Turn over," he said.
"What?"
"You heard me. Turn over on your stomach."
"Turn over?"
Brian nodded cockily, his mouth twisted in a grin of amused lust. "That's what I said."
Carla stretched her arms up to him. She writhed her body sensually, arching her back so that her breasts pushed up and her plump excited nipples danced.
"Oh Brian, Brian, just kiss me, please come here and kiss me. And fuck me, fuck me hard, as hard as you want."
"Either you turn over on your stomach, or I'll turn you over myself," Brian growled softly.
"What… are you going to do to me?"
"You'll see."
"You aren't going to hurt me? Please don't hurt me, Brian."
But still she stared up at him. Her fear and sexual arousal were both genuine. She refused to roll over as he had commanded. Suddenly Brian snarled, more with desire than anger. He bent down and grabbed her body, digging his fingers into her quivering flesh as he rolled her over roughly onto her stomach.
"Ooohhh! Oh, God no, noooooo!" she whimpered.
But at the same time she spread herself out obediently on the bed, her body melting and pliant as she prepared herself to receive what he was going to give her. The twin moons of her white asscheeks encased in the tight black leather made Brian pant with lust. It was the most exciting thing he had ever experienced. Suddenly he gave her bare ass a sharp smack with the flat of his palm.
"Ooowwww!" Carla cried out.
Tears sprang to her eyes. Reflexively her hands flew back to protect her naked ass, and she twisted her head to look up at Brian.
"Brian, please don't! Please!"
But Brian only grinned at her. With his left hand he reached down and pushed her hands away. Then with his right hand he thwacked her viciously again on the ass.
"Ouch! Ooowwww!" Carla yelped. "Stop it, please stop it!"
She tried to get up, to squirm out of his reach. But he grabbed her by the backs of the elbows and forced her down again roughly. Now he began to spank her in earnest, unmercifully, methodically. He whacked her naked asscheeks again and again so hard with the flat of his hand that the sting of it against her flesh made her squeal and gnash her teeth.
"Oww! Oh! Ouch! Aiiieeee! Oh Brian, Brian, stop it, pleeeease!" she screamed, trying to escape again wriggling away from him.
But this time he reached down with both hands and dug his fingers brutally into the burning flesh of her ass, shoving her squirming pelvis back, onto the bed. His strong fingers clawed the flesh of her ass. Gasping and panting, writhing under his grasping hands, Carla went nearly hysterical. She didn't stop writhing and twisting under each ferocious whack of his palm, but she was no longer trying to get away either.
"Ohhnnnnn, why are you doing this to me?" she moaned, yelping and clutching at the sheet with her fingers. "Owww! Oh! Ooooooohhh! Why are you doing this to me?"
Brian spanked the reddened globes of her ass again, again, again. Smack! Smack! Smack!
"To teach you… ungh… ungh!"
He speeded up the tempo, spanking her sharply, quickly, cruelly. Carla grew delirious with excitement, terror, pain, swelling spasms of come-hunger. Her bare ass flamed and her body shuddered out of control. Incoherent sounds spluttered out of her gasping mouth. Her body trembled and boiled with the pressures of an approaching climax.
"Ohhnnnn God, I love it!" she finally moaned.
She gyrated her ass up into his palm and groaned with hot pleasure. Then suddenly she rolled over on her back, gazing up at him, her eyes insane with sex.