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“We both know I would never actually hurt you.” My hand dusts along her arm to make sure I wasn’t too rough before tracing the curve of her side until I find the hidden zipper. I ease it down and the emerald silk pools around her feet, leaving her in nothing but a strapless bra, thigh-high stockings, black stilettos, and the sheer lace panties I selected earlier. The delicate black fabric does little to hide the plump lips of her pussy.
“Such pretty little panties I picked out for you,” I whisper, tracing the edge of the lace with my finger. “It’s a shame you won’t be wearing them again.”
Her brow quirks in confusion. Before she has the opportunity to fully process my statement, I hook my fingers underneath the delicate waistband at her hip and give a sharp, decisive tug. The sheer lace tears with shocking ease, and I pull the ruined scrap from her body and let it fall to the grimy concrete floor.
She gasps when the cool air kisses her now-bare flesh, her hands flying between her thighs to cover herself.
Grabbing her wrists, I roughly pin them behind her back and use the leverage to spin her around. “Bend over the hood,” I command, releasing her wrists.
“Vance, please… Not here. Not like this.”
“I’ve been patient with you, sweetheart. But you don’t seem to learn. Be grateful you aren’t bent over a table upstairs, taking your punishment and my cock for all of Chicago to see.” My tone is cold, but the desire coursing through my veins betrays me. I enjoy this—her—far too much. I fucking love her defiance, the discipline, and the way she challenges every ounce of control I possess. “Now, bend over the fucking hood.”
Her lower lip trembles slightly as she slowly complies, folding her body over the cool hood of the car. The position places her remarkable ass on perfect display for me.
“Count them,” I instruct, raising my hand.
My hand connects with her cheek, and the slap echoes through the garage along with her sharp gasp. “One,” she whispers shakily. I bring my hand down again, harder, and watch as a perfect red handprint blooms on her pale flesh. “Two.”
My cock grows rigid as I continue, each spank reddening her beautiful ass until she’s whimpering between counts. By the time she reaches ten, her cheeks are glowing a gorgeous shade of crimson as she quivers against the car.
“Look at that,” I croon, dusting my knuckles over the heated flesh. “Your ass looks so fucking perfect when it’s blushing for me. You will learn to behave, Sophia. One punishment at a time, but you’ll learn.”
She presses on her hands, trying to stand up. Planting my hand on her back, I push her back down. “We’re not done yet, sweetheart.” I slide my fingers along the cleft of her ass before dragging them through the arousal coating her pussy. “It’d be a crime to let this dripping cunt go unfucked.”
“Vance, please,” she begs, her voice losing its conviction. “Someone will see.”
“Let them,” I growl, quickly unbuckling my pants and freeing my throbbing erection. She’s soaked when I slide into her, her tight pussy always so warm and welcoming, despite the words spewing over her lips. I set a punishing rhythm, thrusting hard and causing her to cry out with each stroke.
Heavy footsteps echo across the garage, and Sophia gasps, trying to push herself up from the hood. “Vance! Someone’s coming!”
My hips never stopping their relentless assault, I press my hand between her shoulder blades, pinning her against the car. “They can watch, for all I fucking care, because I’m not stopping until you’re screaming for Daddy and this tight little pussy is filled with my cum.”
The footsteps grow closer, and true to my word, I fuck her harder, determined to make her scream for our audience. Her embarrassment wanes into desire with every punishing thrust, her protests turning into desperate moans as she quivers around me.
“That’s it,” I encourage, reaching around to rub her clit. “Come for me. Let them hear how much love being fucked by your Daddy.”
She comes hard, crying out as her pussy spasms around my cock. Not slowing my pace, I fuck her through her orgasm, pushing her toward another. “Again,” I command, needily. “Give Daddy another.”
The footsteps continue their approach, almost upon us, their voices carrying through the cavernous space. Sophia’s eyes widen in panic, but I can feel her body betraying her even as she tries to push me away. “Please,” she begs. “They’re right there.”
“No,” I grit out, feeling her beginning to lose control. Her hips move in time with mine, flexing to meet my thrusts. She’s fighting a losing battle against her own yearnings, and I intend to make her surrender completely.
“Please, Vance,” she pleads, her voice ragged. “They’re going to find us.”
“Yes, they are,” I pant between thrusts.
Two security guards round the corner with a gasp and a stammered, “Oh shit, I’m sorry… We didn’t realize…”
I don’t stop. If anything, I fuck her harder, driving into her with renewed purpose as the two men stand, frozen, at the end of the row. “Are you going to let them watch you fall apart?” I taunt. “Show them how hard I make you come?”
Sophia whimpers in humiliation, trying to bury her face against the hood of the car, but her body betrays her. Her second orgasm tears through her violently. Crying out in ecstasy, her pussy gushes around my cock, soaking the front of my pants as her body convulses with pleasure. The sweet sound of her release echoes through the garage.
“Move along.” I barely hear the second guard whisper to his colleague. They retreat around the corner, but the damage is done. In one small act, I’ve stripped her of her dignity, only to find it actually freed her.
“My dirty little slut likes to be watched,” I groan, my own release building.
Sophia shakes her head weakly, denying my claim while trying futilely to catch her breath.
