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I groan in response. I’m not telling him how much that horrible spanking made my body completely betray my mind. I will not admit it.
“Silence isn’t telling the truth,” he warns. “It’s still dishonest.”
“Maxim.” I wipe away the tears that have fallen. “Please don’t make me say it.”
“Would you rather I see for myself?” His hands pry my ass cheeks apart wide, and wider still. Even with my legs closed, he can probably see everything he wants to see. My face flames as hot as my ass now.
He dips one finger between my thighs, gliding through my soaking wet folds until he touches my clit. Again, I groan, but this time, it’s from need. No one but me has touched me like this in too long.
“Spread your legs a little,moy malen’kiy voin. Prove you’ve learned your lesson about obedience.”
I don’t owe him anything, much less my obedience. And yet, I find myself sliding my thighs open for him. All the reasons to hate him fly through my head, but none of them outweigh the obvious need my body has for his touch.
“Good girl,” he says again in that same silky tenor that sends a tremble through my body. “Where are you going today?” he asks just as his finger presses down on my clit, shooting electricity straight to my core.
“Out,” I say, sucking in a breath, as he rolls my clit beneath his experienced finger.
“Where?” He maneuvers his hand so that another of his fingers gently probes the entrance of my pussy.
“Just… out… Oh, gawd!” I clench my teeth as my eyes roll when he thrusts two fingers into my passage.
“You like this?” He’s fingerfucking me. How can he sound so damn casual right now? “You like my fingers in your pussy? I’d rather have my cock in here.” He curls his fingers, showing me exactly where he means. “And I think you would, too, but you’ve been a bad girl this morning. No cock for bad girls.” He chides me again, but I’m having a hard time hearing him over my pulse thumping in my ears.
He shifts his legs, so that one knee presses against my sex, making his touch all the more intense. I grab hold of my blankets beneath me, balling them up so I can muffle my moan with them. He can’t know how badly I want him to make me come. Some semblance of pride should be maintained this morning. But I don’t see it happening, not with how at ease he is with my body.
“Do you want to come for me,moy malen’kiy voin?” He thrusts his fingers in harder, faster. “Just like this, yes, good girl. Your pussy is so wet. You’re grabbing my fingers so tightly, you want to come. You need to, don’t you,moy malen’kiy voin?”
“Yes!” I cry out into my blankets. If he’ll make the pressure stop, just ease the urgency building inside of me, I’ll be able to think straight again.
“Hmmm, should I allow it, if you won’t tell me the truth of what you’re planning for the day?” He’s enjoying this! The bastard.
“Please, Maxim… I’ll tell you… please… oh… fuck… yes… just like… oh… oh… oh!” One more thrust of his fingers and I’m unglued. I slide my leg off his and use the floor as leverage to arch my ass up higher, bucking back at him as his fingers continue to fuck me. Even the blankets can’t hold in my scream as my body unravels and the most intense orgasm of my life rips the breath from my lungs.
“That’s a good girl,” he says when my mind reboots and I can comprehend his words. Slowly he slides out from my pussy, then brings his wet fingers to my mouth. “Clean me,moy malen’kiy voin, you’ve made a big mess of my fingers.”
My lips barely part before he thrusts them inside, running his fingers over my tongue. The tangy taste of myself coupled with his decisive actions have my pussy wanting him again. I’ve known this man for less than twelve hours and he’s turning me into a horny teenager.
“There.” He pulls his fingers from my mouth and helps me to my feet. “Now you’ll tell me the truth, or you’ll ruin how good you feel right now with a strapping.”
I push the strands of hair that have gotten caught in my tear streaks back and wiggle my dress back down. Even the smooth material irritates my ass. As soon as I get rid of him, I’m going to sit on a bag of whatever vegetables we have in the freezer.
Reaching behind him, he pulls something from his back pocket. He unfolds it and thrusts at me.
It’s the flyer I had printed up with the picture of Gunner and me.
“How do you know him, and why are you looking for him?”
Maxim
The blushon her cheeks drains as she stares at the flyer I’m holding.
“Where’d you get that?” She looks around her room to the stack of papers on her dresser. “You went through my stuff?”
“Who is he to you? And why are you looking for him?” I’ll turn her over my knee again if she lies, and this time there won’t be any orgasms.
“Do you know him? Do you know where he is?” Her questions fly more urgently than mine.
“Answer me first,moy malen’kiy voin.” I grab hold of her chin, dragging her gaze up to mine. “Tell me.”
