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“Your belting hurt, but I have a feeling you’re going to remember this next part even more,” he continued, and I tensed as he moved behind me. His fingers slipped in between my spread legs, gliding along the rampant arousal that I knew was there.
I heard his zipper slide down and I listened closely as he pushed down his slacks.
“Please. I’ve learned my lesson,” I pleaded.
His cock slid through my wetness, and I shuddered hard as it brushed my clit.
“Please fuck my pussy. Please don’t… please don’t do that thing you said,” I begged.
“Little girl, it’s not up to you,” he warned. There was a perilous undertone to his voice that I couldn’t ignore.
“Please, sir,” I tried again.
“Do you need more of the belt? I can whip your welted little ass until you beg me to fuck it with my big cock. Either way, I’m going to fuck your disobedient little asshole. The only choice for you is how much sorer you want to be when I do it,” he growled.
I was terrified, but constant tremors of desire were rattling me senseless. His hard length continued to tease my clit over and over again. I was shamefully close to an orgasm. I didn’t want to think about how a trip over his knee and a hard belting had made me this way. I refused to even consider that it was the possibility of his cock sinking inside the place that no one had ever taken before.
It definitely couldn’t be because I thought it might hurt when he did.
He drew his hips back and forth, dragging his cock along my pussy, teasing me endlessly with it until I was practically shaking against the table with my desperate need.
It was only when he grasped my sore cheeks that I stilled.
“No! Wait!” I screeched. He didn’t listen. He spread me open anyway and looked at the place no one had looked at before.
I hadn’t even helped. That would be too shameful.
I couldn’t lift myself off the table. His grasp was enough to pin me down. I tried to clench my ass, but that did nothing to hide my virgin hole.
“Are you thinking about my cock sinking into you here?” he asked. He tapped a single finger on top of me there and I gasped, my face heating with shame. I squirmed, trying to avoid that finger, but it did nothing to stop him.
His fingers slid between my thighs, gathering my wetness and coating them with it. I thought maybe he would tease me and make me orgasm that way, I hoped for that really, but when he pulled his fingers away and pressed one of them against my asshole again, I knew that I had been very wrong.
There was no time for me to beg or tighten myself against him like this.
His fingertip breached my bottom hole and I tensed in shock. His finger was thick, and it stretched me in a way that I had never experienced before. It burned deeply, but that wasn’t all. It was an invasion. It was a message.
This was the way bad girls were fucked.
“Sir. Please,” I begged.
He pumped that single cruel digit in and out of me purposefully. I cried out from the deep sting each time.
I could feel each knuckle sliding in and out of me.
Forceful. Purposeful. Punishing.
My clit pulsed like I was enjoying it. The vicious flare of desire took me by surprise, hot and heavy and too relentless to ignore. My inner walls fluttered, as if they were asking for more.
I didn’t realize I’d moaned until it was too late.
“Naughty girl, you’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” he said boldly, and I wailed in shame.
“No,” I replied quickly.
“Don’t you dare lie to me,” he threatened, and I couldn’t help the way my hips arched so I could take that shameful finger even deeper.
“I…” I replied.
