From a work in progress:
"I’m going to fuck you now."
She was face down, hands on the bed, and she turned her head just enough so that he could see one eye and her lips.
"Okay," she whispered.
He reached around her waist and unbuttoned her shorts, pulling them as well as her tights and panties down to her knees. Then he straddled her legs and slipped a hand between her closed thighs, finding her cunt, wet and overheated. He undid his pants and pulled a condom from his pocket while he fingered her. Her arms were spread out to her sides and her hands gripped the bedspread as she raised her ass up to get more of his fingers.
"Bite down on a pillow, this is a family establishment, I don’t want anyone to hear your little slut noises. Do, you understand me?"
She grabbed a pillow and held it to her mouth.
"I asked you if you understood me," he said, punctuating the question with a firm slap on her ass.
She turned her head and glared at him, letting the pillow fall out of her mouth.
"Yes, sir," she said with a hate in her eyes that made him smile.
"I told you not to call me sir," he said slapping her ass again harder.
There were two red hand prints on her white ass and her eyes closed for a moment.
"Yes, Mr. Smith,” she said, pushing her ass further up.
He slapped her ass again and again, holding her in place easy as she writhed and squirmed, falling into lust drunk silence.
He leaned over and grabbed her hair hard.
"Yes, Mr. Smith, what?" he said right into her ear, as loud as he dare.
She bit her lip and struggled against my hand in her hair and my weight on top of her.
"Yes, Mr. Smith I’ll bite down on a pillow when you fuck me, so the nice families next door don’t hear my dirty little slut noises," she whined, enunciating each word with bratty contempt.
“Finally, your figuring it out. Now quiet,” he said as he slipped his cock against her.
“Maybe you shouldn’t slap me so loudly then,” she mumbled as she bit down on the pillow again.