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I dragged my tongue across my lips, a haze forming over my eyes. “Yes. Yes, sir.”
He flicked his finger around my clit, another moan escaping my throat.
“Yes, you’re very wet for me, your pussy pink and swollen. Imagine what I can do to you at this moment. What I will do to you.”
His voice continued to captivate me, holding me hostage as if I belonged to him. It was strange how desirable the sinful moment was, turning my world momentarily upside down. I didn’t care about responsibilities or repercussions.
He kicked off my thong, widening my legs then rolling his finger up and down my pussy lips. “I can’t wait to drive my shaft inside. You were a born submissive. Imagine being on your knees, begging for my cock.”
When I didn’t answer, he pinched my nipple again, the pressure so intense I sucked air through my teeth, biting back a strangled cry.
“But you need to be trained.” He kept the pressure on my tender bud, the sting becoming excruciating.
I was blinded by lust, incapable of thinking clearly, but his dirty talk fueled the fire burning brightly. He slipped a single finger into my tight channel and there was no way to keep quiet, the pleasure far too intoxicating. I whimpered as he pumped deep inside, adding a second and third finger after a few seconds. I rolled onto my toes, slapping my hands on the glass to steady myself. Everything about this was a filthy sin, but nothing had ever felt so exciting.
“You’re a little slut, aren’t you? You need harsh discipline.” As if proving his point, he removed his slickened fingers, cracking his hand against my bottom several times. I bucked against the twisted agony, realizing I wanted more.
That didn’t make any sense to me. No one had ever spanked me before, but the addition of his full domination set my world on fire.
Panting, I ground my buttocks against his groin, the tingling sensation of his cock coursing through me. He smacked me four additional times then returned his fingers to my pussy, driving them hard and fast, the rhythm matching the rapid beating of my heart. He pressed his thumb against my clit, rolling it back and forth and it was almost all my body could take.
I was writhing in his hold, my mind a complete blur. He twisted my head, the man so tall he was able to lean over my shoulder. As he captured my mouth, immediately thrusting his tongue inside, I pushed hard against him, riding his fingers. Suddenly, I was jerked into a sweet vacuum, an orgasm rushing up the length of my legs, shattering my last resolve. Our lips remained locked in a volatile embrace, the man attempting to devour me with his mouth. He used his tongue in another dominant display, fulfilling a desperate need.
Within seconds, all the oxygen was sucked away, leaving me lightheaded and slightly woozy. His thirst remained unquenched, his tongue delving into every corner of my mouth, searching for satisfaction.
I quivered from his touch, struggling to breathe or think clearly, the moment all consuming.
He continued the rough kiss, dominating my tongue as I came on his fingers, the scent filling the space between us. My muscles were stiff, my legs aching as I remained on my toes, meeting every thrust of his fingers. As he sucked on my tongue, another orgasm swept through me, the tidal wave effect stealing my last breath. Another wave of stars rushed through my periphery of vision, pushing me into sheer ecstasy. Nothing had ever felt so explosive, erasing all thoughts from my mind.
He continued his rough actions, plunging his fingers deep inside, his thumb creating a delicate weave of pain and pleasure. As the climax finally started to subside, I clawed my fingers down the glass and slumped against him.
I half expected him to disappear, but he wasn’t finished with me yet. I was still on an intense high, remaining in a heightened state when he delivered four additional hard smacks in rapid succession.
“Agony or ecstasy. It’s your choice.”
“Both. Sir.” I wasn’t myself any longer. Gone was the highly educated woman who’d earned her medical degree a year early. I was nothing but the naughty girl who would do anything the stranger asked. I was titillated and embarrassed at the same time, but there was no going back. The dam had been broken, my senses ignited.
He chuckled darkly and as I heard his zipper being pulled, I sucked in my breath, trying to focus on the man holding the tight reins. Nothing made any sense, but I was determined to stop trying.
He didn’t remove his shirt or tie, or bother lowering his trousers down his legs. He simply freed his cock, slipping it between my thighs. Then he thrust the entire length inside, my muscles screaming from his savagery.
“Oh, God. Yes. Yes.”
“So fucking tight, my little slut.” Then he pushed me up against the glass, the force he used keeping me pitched against the surface.
Gasping, I arched my back, my actions pulling him in even deeper. He rolled onto the balls of his feet, driving long and hard, every plunge more brutal than the one before.
“Imagine if someone saw us, witnessing our carnal sin.” His husky voice invigorated my senses even more, my mind racing at the possibility. Shame tore through me, but only briefly, the carnal need we shared outweighing everything else.
“Yes.”
“Would you like that?” He fisted my throat again, holding me close as he bit down on my shoulder, the flash of pain a clear indication a mark would remain. And I didn’t care. I wanted to remember the moment.
I purred my response, which only enticed him more, the beast inside of him breaching the surface. No one had ever fucked me so roughly, taking what they wanted without hesitation. I was breathless, panting to try to gather air, but he’d sucked it all out, replacing it with his exotic scent.
The haze remained, every inch of my skin seared from his touch. His cock hit the perfect place, my pussy pulsing as another climax threatened to expose the increasing need. I didn’t care what he did to me, how hard he fucked me. I wanted more. And I would give him anything he asked.
He pounded me long and hard, finally jerking me away from the mirror, forcing me to watch our moment of fornication. With one hand wrapped around my throat, the other around my waist, he lifted me off my feet, fucking me like a ragdoll, a possession he would own and play with when he decided.
