Somehow I make myself grab on to the next step while his hand caresses my ass.

“This ass is mine. You’re mine.” A loud smack is what I hear before my brain actually registers that my right ass cheek is stinging.

“Mine. You don’t go to bars.” He slaps the other cheek, and this time, I feel everything, and it fucking hurts.

“I’d think better about moving, Raven. You’re gonna take it, take whatever I give you.” He continues to spank me, but at this point, the stinging is gone, and all I feel is a warm burn.

“I should take my belt to this ass.” In one hard thrust, he’s inside me, and we both groan. I fall forward. His cock is that big, and at this angle… holy fuck. My breasts are smashed onto the steps, my knees have to be bruised, but all I feel is him—and his cock inside me.

Inside me. I never want it to end.

“Tell me, Raven. Say the words as I fuck this cunt of mine raw,” he grunts, his anger almost an aphrodisiac. If he’s this upset about the bar, that means he’s jealous.

“I won’t go to bars,” I pant, sensing his thumb at my tiny hole.

“Yeah… what else?” His thumb slowly slides into my ass, and fuck…

“Jett—Mr. Powers. I…”

“Take it.” He picks up speed.

In and out, I feel his thumb in my ass and his cock so deep inside me.

“Tell me,” he demands.

“You’re the only one who can fuck me,” I scream, unable to stop the orgasm. It crashes over me, and I dig my nails into the stairs.

“Fuck, Raven, fuck,” he whispers as my pussy contracts and my ass pulses. I think I might be screaming or chanting his name when he pulls out. Warm spurts of his release cover my ass, and he comes, loud, guttural, echoing around us.

“Christ.” His voice is ragged. He sounds slightly out of breath. “Don’t move yet.” I lean my head on my arm, trying to catch my own breath as everything comes back into focus.

Suddenly I’m aware of smells, sounds. “Oh my God.” My face is on the dirty stairwell? What is wrong with me?

I look back at him as he zips up his slacks and jerks off his tie, leaning down to clean up as much as he can, which is absurd. He came so much, it’s trickling down my right thigh.

“I can’t believe you.” My cheeks are on fire. I turn and follow his eyes as they take in my swollen, bruised knees.

“Look at me. I can’t go inside like this. Oh my God.” I bring up my hands, which are black, including my forearms.

“Take it easy. I have a shower.” His mouth twitches, and he briefly looks down at my feet, then back at my face.