Page 118 of Dominant Desires


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Panting, I turn my head to stare into his eyes.

Smack.

“Fucking beg for it,” he commands, bringing his palm down on my tender bottom again.

Smack.

Smack!

Crying out to him, my head falls back in astonishment.

“Please,” I quietly let out.

“Try that again.”

Smack.

“Oh! Please!” I say louder, pushing back against him.

“Not good enough.”

Smack.

He slips his hand between my thighs, tracing his fingers over my tingling clit. I jolt forward from the unexpected contact, shaking feverishly, whining.

He whines back, mocking me.

It only seems to make me wetter, more aroused.

“I love feeling how wet you are. Seeing the desperation in your eyes. Hearing the sound of my hand against your ass.”

Smack.

“Yes,” I moan, a shiver traveling down my spine.

“Did I say you could stop?” he growls, spanking me so hard I’m now seeing stars. “Beg.”

“Please! Fuck me! Please fuck me, Sir,” I desperately say, my lips quivering, giving in to him entirely.

“Good girl.”

He rubs the tip of his cock against my wet slit and clit, sending every nerve ending on edge. My legs begin to shake violently as I press my fingertips into the wall, resting the side of my face against the cold, hard surface.

“Do you like when I tease your wet, swollen pussy with my cock?” he asks into my ear.

“Yes,” I say, whimpering, as rubs his member between my slick folds. “Yes, Sir. I love it.”

“Such an eager, feral, desperate little slut.”

Moaning from his choice of words, the blood boils in my veins. I’ve never been so turned on in my life.

“You like it when I call you that?”

“Yes, Sir. I love it.”

“Whose slut are you?”

Grinding myself against his leg, I whimper. “Yours, Sir.”

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