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I wanted to hide my face so badly then, because his words were true in a way. Ididused to have a lusher, rounder figure. In better days. Yes, it was nice to be so small that it was easy to find clothing no matter what. But I missed the old me. And I wondered if I’d ever see it again.
His hard finger indented the soft flesh of my bottom cheek. “Stay here, slut.”
I tensed at the word, unsure if he even realized he’d said it. Shouldn’t I have been more angry about that? Apparently not, because the only reaction I had when I heard him say it was that my pussy clenched.
Getting off on being degraded now too?
I wasn’t sure where it was he went, but in less than a minute he had returned. The tip of my nose was beginning to numb, but I dared not move away, afraid of what he might do if I were to disobey him in so blatant a way.
Then I froze, the feel of the tape encircling my flesh something so shocking that for a moment I thought I was imagining it. “What are… what are you doing?”
“What does it look like? Just need a few measurements. You be quiet and still while I do this. If you’re very good for me, you may yet get out of this without another spanking.”
The next few minutes were truly surreal, as with his tailor’s tape, he took measurements of every part of my body. At one point he even eased me back from the wall, with a growled warning to “Keep that fucking coin pressed against the plaster.”
He’d taken my breasts up in his hands then, giving them a hard squeeze that made me moan despite my best efforts to keep quiet. But then he did it again, even harder, and I winced, a soft yelp of pain escaping from behind my clenched teeth. He chuckled at that, then preceded to measure the circumference of each of my breasts. It was degrading and objectifying …and it was one of the hottest things anyone had ever done to me.
The tape fell away then, and his hand was pressed to my back once more. His voice was close behind me. “You get your fucking body against that wall. You hear me? As close as you can.”
I did as he told me, tensing once more, the thickness of his voice, the roughening of his tone, signaling something that I knew I’d heard before.
He was aroused.
Then there was a subtle, but distinctive sound behind me, heralding him undoing his fly. Then something hot and heavy tapped against my bottom.
Holy shit.
It was his cock, and it was very, very hard. I could hear the sounds of him stroking it, and he growled once more as he pressed me even harder against the wall, so firmly I thought my ribs would begin to creak with the pressure.
My breasts throbbed under the structure, my nipples abraded by the rough paint of the plaster. And still my pussy was almost dripping, so hot and aching, such rough, degrading treatment something I never should have responded so viscerally to.
“Be very still. Don’t move, slut.” His voice was so low it was little more than an angry rumble. The sounds of him stroking his cock became faster, his breathing quickening. Then he groaned, long and loud, almost soulful, and hot wetness splashed against my bottom. He grunted once, then again, his breathing almost a panting now. More hot drops splattered across my skin. Then he took a deep breath, and another. The coppery tang of semen rose, its note clearly detectable on the air.
The inexorable, brutal pressure upon my back eased then, and his hand fell away. “One of your first training lessons, girl.”
His fingers closed around my wrists and he drew my hands down, turning them until they met at the small of my back. Then he pressed my palms to my buttocks, my hands instantly wet with the sticky seed coating them.
“Anytime you have the privilege of taking my cum anywhere on your body, you rub it into your skin afterward. It’s how you show respect, and your gratitude that I wanted to use your body to come. Do you understand me?”
“Oh,fuck… I… yes, sir.”
His grip on my wrists guided my hands, and I obeyed him, rubbing his semen in everywhere in circles on my buttocks, until his essence had dried upon my skin.
Then his hand took firm hold of the top of my shoulder, squeezing me there were it met the base of my neck. His voice was close again, his warm breath tickling the edge of my ear. “I’m going to go up and get a shower now. Your lesson is over. Get your clothes back on. It’s quite a shameful sight, seeing you standing here with your tits and your ass hanging out like a slut. Now, get dressed, and go home.”
I didn’t move right away, instead listening for him, still keeping my nose pressed to the quarter against the wall.
It wasn’t until I heard the water turn on upstairs that I let the coin drop to the floor.
Frantically pulling my things back on, I fled Mr. Winters’ house then, my pussy a cauldron of frustrated lust, my heart a storm of confused emotions.
CHAPTER14
Ellis
I stared into the orange flames, the first fire of the fall filling the room with the subtle but pleasing scent of wood smoke. The burn of my whiskey as I sipped from the glass tumbler matched the fiery mood I was in.
Of course, I’d crossed the line doing what I had done, in pushing Lola to a new part of what I now saw was likely to be a relationship—unless that is she got cold feet for good this time.
