Bred by My Rough Alpha : Brat Internals 23 (Breeding Erotica Rough Sex Erotica BDSM Erotica Pregnancy Erotica Age Gap Erotica): Brat Internals, #23

By Tori Westwood

Simon was a mature guy who'd taken me under his wing, but he was kind of strict.  When I come through the door after midnight he has some very serious words to say and some very serious punishments to dole out.

With his wife upstairs I have to stifle my yelps as he gives me the spanking I deserve, but I never imagined he'd be giving me his hard length too.  Read how rough he gets as he gives me the treatment in a naughty game of 'Simon Says.'

• Language: English
• Publisher: Tori Westwood
• Release date: Apr 25, 2018
• ISBN: 9781386971177

Tori Westwood

Tori Westwood writes short erotica whenever she finds time between her day-job and her family.  She is still searching for her niche, not yet limiting herself to any particular sub-genre, having penned all manner of fiction.  She is happily married and delights in exploring her own fantasies through her writings.  For updates, follower her on Twitter @ToriWestwood1

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Why do you disobey me? he asked, and I could feel his anger bubble gently beneath the calm surface.

I didn’t do it on purpose, I lied.

You didn’t, huh? he said, rubbing my hot ass with his big hand.

It was as though he was shining it up and looking for that perfect spot to rain down the next smack.

I don’t want to hurt you, I cried.  I only want to please you.

Simon hummed as though he was contemplating my words.

I’d do anything to please you, I mewled.

He tensed up and then let down a quick, fierce burst across my ass.

I know you will, he said.

The words were exciting and foreboding.

Anything, I said again, breathing quickly and sensing his excitement at my willingness.

Stand up.  We’re gonna play a game of ‘Simon says.’

I slinked slowly off his knee and rose to my feet in front of him, trying to hide my smirk.

Simon says ... undress.

I bit my lip at the order, but knew that it was best to comply.  I pulled my t-shirt over my head slowly, letting my breasts drop out from under it and tease him just a little.  Then I moved to my tight yoga pants and I rolled them down over my ass, turning to him to show him the deep-red hue that he’d injected in to both cheeks.

He took a deep breath and opened his legs, shifting the fabric of his gown until I could see his hairy, upper-thigh.

I pushed the yoga pants down and bent to take them off my ankles, showing him my ass and the panties that slipped between each cheek.  I turned to him now and awaited his next instruction.

Simon says ... unfasten my gown.

I swallowed nervously and dropped to my knees, shuffling forwards until I could get at the big knotted rope that kept his gown closed.

Carefully I unfastened it, being sure not to adjust the fabric that sat dangerously close to revealing his manhood.

After I’d finished I stayed close to his legs, looking up into his eyes for the next instruction.

Simon says ... take off your bra,