SMUT WARNING!! ⚠️18+!!
Tony Stark lives the Billionaire Bachelor Lifestyle: fast cars, gorgeous women & tons of cash. He is no stranger to the spotlight. Kristina Ruiz is a flirtatious yet mysterious woman, who is intrigued by Tony. When she is hi...
Tony steps off the elevator & into the semi-darkened penthouse living room. "Honey, I'm home." No response. "Kristina? You here?", he shouts as he takes off his leather jacket & shoes. Again, no response. He goes over to the bar, grabs a glass. He goes to the freezer & tosses a few ice cubes in the glass then pours himself whiskey.
He hears faint music coming from the bedroom. He finishes his drink & walks slowly over to the bedroom. "Kris?" "In here, babe." "You didn't hear me calling you?" "I heard you. I just chose not to answer."
"You know I hate when you do that." "Hence why I didn't answer." He opens the door to the bedroom. The shades are drawn. The only light source in the room comes from the fireplace. "Love you to death" by Type O Negative plays in the background. Kristina emerges from the bathroom. Wearing black lingerie & a collar with a chain leash.
She walks over to Tony who is completely stunned. The only word he can mutter is "whoa." She smirks & lowers herself down to her knees. She sits back on her feet, hands rested on her thighs. His stare darkens as he admires her gorgeous frame. He loves when she submits to him. "All done up to play, huh?" "Yes, sir."
"Such a sexy sight." He grabs the leash then pulls her up so she stands on her knees. "Are you gonna play nice tonight?" "Yes, sir", she nods. He leans down, lips parted. His lips hovering above hers. She wants to make her move but knows she shouldn't. His hot breath hits against her lips. She looks into his eyes.
He smirks then pulls away. Her breath hitches. Wanting him. Aching for him. Needing his touch. He wraps the chain in his fist & lifts her head up.
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"Who's my good girl?", he whispers. "I am." "Say it." "I'm your good girl, sir."
"Who owns you? Who do you belong to?" "I belong to you. You own me, sir." He inhales deeply. Those words turn him on so much. "You're mine", he says sternly. "I'm yours." "Do you have an idea of what you want to do, my dirty girl?"
"All I want is for you to have your way with me. I am yours to destroy." "Get up & bend over. Palms flat on the bed. Do not move a centimeter until I tell you to." "Yes sir." She hears him walk over to their trunk in the closet. He shuffles through it until he finds the perfect punishment toy.
He softly glides the pyramid spiked paddle against her cheeks. The cold spikes warming up under her hot & waiting skin. "Flinch & I will strike again." He turns to one side, places his hand on her lower back & spanks her. A loud whack cuts through the air.
She bites her lip to keep herself from moaning. He rubs her back as she anticipates another hit. The paddle rubs her other cheek then she feels the sting from a second smack. "That was for not answering me. You will answer me next time, won't you?"
"Yes, sir." He kisses up her back & whispers "good girl" against her ear. His fingers graze along her swollen lips, his middle finger encircling her clit. He balls up a fistful of hair & tugs her head back roughly. "Moan for me, good girl." She moans as he keeps teasing her clit.
