Come Break Me Down

Chapter 11

He stood behind me with his arms wrapped around me while I mixed the batter, but backed off and moved back to the countertop. "You know, I'm impressed." He admitted.

"About?"

He tilted his head to the side, "That you actually did as you were told. I mean, I expected you to say no."

"I can follow directions." When I finished, I got a plate and stacked them up.
Grabbing the bottle of syrup, I walked over to stand in front of him. "Here you go, pancakes made in the nude. Now, you said that I should amuse you while you eat. Hmm, let me think of what I can do."

The smile on his face grew as he poured the syrup. I walked over to the freezer and pulled out a popsicle. Standing in front of him, I slid my tongue over the very tip of the orange flavored popsicle. Glancing in my direction, he did a double take as he took a big bite of his breakfast. He watched the little show I was giving him and I could tell that it was getting to him. The final straw was when I purposely pushed the frozen treat into my mouth as far as I could, gagging when the icy coldness moved into my throat.
He stopped chewing mid-bite. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" He demanded, laying the plate down next to him.

"You said to amuse you, that's what I'm doing." I gave him my best smile as I wiped the tracks my eyes made when they began to water and pour down my face.
He licked over his bottom lip and slid off the counter. Glaring at me, he moved toward me without blinking. I backed slowly out of the kitchen and down the hallway, hoping I wouldn't trip. He increased his pace so that he caught up with me and leaned forward, gripping my hand and pulling it directly in front of his mouth. He took a bite of the popsicle and continued to advance toward me. "You're a tease, little girl. You know what happens to little girls that tease?"

Inside the bedroom, he snatched the melting treat from my hand and tossed it into the bathroom sink before cornering me. He spun me around and pushed me down on the bed. I was on my hands and knees, facing the headboard when his hand made contact with my ass. I almost fell all the way down onto the mattress, but giggled with excitement. I knew that there would be a perfect handprint on my pale flesh. I could feel the bulge growing in his pajama pants, pressing against my ass. He continually pushed against me, grinding into me and taking turns slapping each cheek.

Wrapping his fingers around my hair, he pulled back harder than normal. "I told you that I'm going to destroy you." He whispered, gliding his long fingers along my folds. Pushing them into me, I dropped my head and moaned. The arrogant little chuckle that had escaped him when he felt how wet I was already, told me that I would have to wait for any pleasure. His movements were fast and his touch was simply to prepare me for him. Just as I was beginning to enjoy his touch, he pulled away. He reached over and pulled a condom from the nightstand, ripping the packet open.

Leaning forward, he pushed on my back, right between my shoulder blades. I lay my face against the mattress, but kept my ass raised for him. I could feel him pulling his pants down and sheathing himself with the thin piece of latex before sliding his cock between my wet folds.

Raising up onto my hands, I pushed back against him, but that only made him pull back, away from me. When I was sighing in frustration, he finally pushed back in, rolling his hips against mine. Fuck! I was already crying out. He grabbed my arm and twisted it behind my back, forcing my back to rest against his chest. "I better hear my name."

He released me and I fell forward as he picked up the pace. He groaned deeply when I cried out. Both of his hands moved to my hips, squeezing tightly. I knew that I'd have ten perfect little bruises where his fingers dug into my skin. He continued to occasionally slap my ass as he pounded into me. "I want to make sure you think of me tomorrow every time you sit down."

Crying out, his name fell from my lips as I felt the heat beginning to spread throughout my body. He pulled me up against his chest once again, holding one hand around my throat and the other around my waist. He thrust into me hard, holding me in place. My ears began to ring and my entire body shook with my release. That overwhelming feeling of floating took over and he was unable to hold me when his own release

approached. His body went rigid and the only sound I heard was a deep sigh. He lay facing me and we both laughed. I loved how he could switch from bossy to tender in the blink of an eye. It was a depressing thought that in a few hours we had to leave for the airport. My poor body would be so sore tomorrow and just as he said, I would think of him.