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It works, and I can feel my pussy starting to get wet. He knows exactly what I want, but I can’t give into him too easily either. If he thinks I’m a slut, he might not want to touch me at all. Most guys need to feel like they’re getting away with something when they’re fucking a girl, and he won’t feel that way if I’m too enthusiastic about it. He needs to feel like he’s convinced me, so I’ll play along if it makes the experience hotter for him.

“Get up.”

I don’t.

“I said get up, slut.”

I rise from the couch slowly, never breaking eye contact.

“Turn over and kneel. I want your ass in the air this time.”

My legs begin to shake as I brace myself for the impact of his hand against me. I already know he was holding back before, and this is the second time I’ve made him angry enough to spank me. This might hurt a hell of a lot worse than the first time, and now I’m uncertain that I’m prepared for what I’ve brought on myself.

“No, like this,” he growls, lifting my hips even higher into the air until I’m standing on my toes with my face buried in the cushions.

It’s a bit painful to stand like this with my toes pointed, but the pain is what makes everything feel even more intense when his hand connects with my ass.

I yelp out loud, reeling from the shock as his skin snaps against mine.

“Yeah? Was that worth it? Keep fucking talking if you want more, bitch.”

Now I’m just angry that I have to beg for more.

“Oh yeah? Why don’t you want to spank me without being convinced? I thought you would like dominating girls. I guess not,” I say in my brattiest, most devious voice.

He laughs to himself, smacking my butt again even harder. “I do whatever I want to do, but hearing you try to piss me off just makes it that much more worth it. Hell, if I wanted you to, I could get you to beg, and you would still do it. You’re just desperate to have your pussy pounded, aren’t you?”

The idea of begging him sends a wave of warmth through me like I’m being carried by a warm tropical ocean. “Do you want me to beg?”

He pauses for a moment as if he was expecting me to keep insulting him.

“Don’t make this too easy,” he replies.

“Please fuck me, Aleksander,” I squeak as he spanks me again.

He puts his hand on the back of my neck, gripping it just hard enough to remind me that he’s in charge. “Convince me.”

I reach my hand around, pulling my panties down from under my skirt. “Surprised you haven’t done this already. I’m shocked you let me wear panties at all,” I say as my underwear slide to my ankles.

“Maybe I want them around so I can gag you with them, since it seems like you never shut the fuck up,” he replies, tracing his finger along the slit of my pussy.

I try not to shudder at his touch, but it’s been so long since a man who knew what he’s doing even came close to me. All the shitty sex I had with Cody might be wiped from my memory if Aleksander really knows what he’s doing.

I want to scream at him to just whip his dick out and fuck me already. I’ve spent far too much time thinking about it, and I’d be even more embarrassed to have had these fantasies and never seen any of them manifest.

“What, you don’t want to hear how loud you can make me scream? Must not be all that impressive if you can’t face it.”

With that, the game is over. He slips two fingers inside of me, pressing them all the way deep in my vagina until he’s sliding them over my G-spot. My eyes roll into the back of my head as soon as I feel him start to finger me, and the mental image of his big, thick cock sliding inside of me makes me want to fall on my knees and be his slave.

“You want me to show you how well I know a woman’s body? I have a feeling you’ll keep your damn mouth shut once you see proof that I know what to do with you,” he growls.

He presses into my g-spot hard, and I whimper involuntarily. For a split second I’m mortified – how could I be giving into him with so little resistance? I’ve never been so easy for a man to take advantage of, but now I feel like I’m far too willing to not be responsible for it.

“Oh yeah? That sounds like a yes to me,” he says, smiling deviously as he looks down at my ass as my legs shake. “You must be a virgin or something. You’re tight as fuck.”

My face flushes again, and the cold of the window in front of my face chills the surface of my skin.

I try with everything in me to respond in a snarky, irreverent manner, but the way his fingers feel inside of me renders me helpless. I’ve never been the most submissive woman in bed, but Aleksander is bringing up feelings from places I didn’t even know existed.

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