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“Open your legs,” I ordered. She hesitated before she obeyed, widening her legs as far as they would go. Without warning, I brought my hand down, slapping her pussy as hard as I could.
Her hand slammed against the ceiling of the car as she cried out, but I didn’t care if it hurt. That was the point. It was a punishment. I did it again and again and again. Her head trashed back and forth, but I ignored her confused sounds of pleasure and pain.
“Do you always open your legs when a man tells you to?” I scoffed, spanking her cunt again.
“I didn’t do anything,” she said again, her nails scraping against the fabric ceiling. I laughed humorlessly as I turned down my street, giving her pussy one final slap before I pulled into the parking lot.
Her chest heaved as I parked the car in front of the stairs, my hand still possessively between her legs. Turning toward her, I wrapped my free hand around her throat and squeezed.
“You’re soaking wet,” I snarled, bringing my face closer to hers and ran my nose along her jaw. “You liked that, didn’t you?” Her breathing was ragged as I pulled on the bunched fabric again, letting it rub against her abused clit.
I worked it back and forth until her legs began shaking from the pleasure of it. But she wasn’t supposed to feel good. She was being punished.
“Does that feel good, little fawn?” I growled against her ear, my hand still squeezing her throat. My other hand worked faster between her legs, the wet fabric of her panties rubbing against her sensitive clit.
“Yes,” she moaned, her body trembling. I grinned as I kissed along her neck, sucking gently on the skin the way I knew drove her wild.
“Are you going to come for me?” I moved the fabric faster, driving her pleasure higher. “I know you are, little slut.” Another moan left her as she arched into me, chasing the pleasure I knew was coursing through her body.
I could tell she was close, and I squeezed her neck tighter, cutting off some of her air. “That’s it,” I murmured in her ear, flicking my tongue against her lobe. “That feels so good, doesn’t it?”
She nodded frantically, unable to form words like the pathetic little cumslut I knew she was. I felt her body coil tighter, and right before she exploded with what I knew would be a powerful orgasm, I pulled my hand away.
Her eyes flew open as I moved away from her, releasing her throat, and laughed at the shock on her face. “You really thought I’d let you come? You went to a party tonight. You’re a bad, dirty little girl. Filthy, greedy whore.” She stared at me, her body still shaking with the need to come. “Say it. Tell me what you are.”
She licked her lips, her drunk mind trying to catch up to what just happened. “I’m a dirty little girl,” she finally said, her voice barely above a whisper.
“What else?”
“I’m a greedy whore.” Her words were slurred, nearly to the point of being incoherent, but I understood her clearly.
“That’s right,” I growled, taking in her disheveled appearance once more. She really did look perfect like this, her hair messed up and clothes shoved up her thighs, exposing just a bit of her panties. “Now, get out of my car and go home.”
Her eyes widened in disbelief. “What?” she breathed, her confusion palpable.
“You heard me.” I jerked my chin at her door, resting my hands on the wheel. “Walk home. You fucked someone else tonight. I don’t want you in my bed.”
“But—”
I tilted my head to the side. “Unless…”
She blinked, jolting forward slightly, like she was unable to keep herself from getting closer to me. Like my magnetic pull on her was as strong as hers on me. “Unless? Unless what?”
“Unless you’re willing to take your punishment like a good girl.”
Chapter Nineteen
“Anything,” she breathed, nodding frantically. “I’ll do anything. Just please—please don’t make me go home.” I watched her carefully, weighing every drunken word.
Offering anything to the devil is dangerous indeed.
Words I’d once said echoed through my mind, bouncing off every wall in my skull. For the briefest moment, it was Eloise sitting before me. It was the last day of the semester and our last time together. But I’d already moved onto the next one.
I blinked, the world and Winnie settling around me once more. “Why don’t you want to go home?” I asked softly, but she shook her head. “Tell me, or I’ll take you there myself.”
“I just couldn’t be there anymore,” she muttered. “Please, Emmett.”
Something had to have happened for her to not want to go home, but I didn’t think she’d tell me what it was. At least not while she was drunk like this. But tomorrow, when she was sober, I’d pull all the information from her.
