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“There’s only a few small bruises.” He pressed down in a spot at the bottom of her ass that made her groan.
“You don’t need to push on them,” she grumbled.
He chuckled. “I won’t.” His nail dug into her flesh next, and he dragged it across her cheek. She clenched her teeth and rolled her lip inward, biting down to keep from letting any noise leave her. Her body couldn’t be trusted to keep her secrets right now.
“You’ll be sore for another day; I wouldn’t do anything to earn another punishment if I were you.” He patted her ass. “Spread your legs for me a little, Ariella. I want to check all of you.”
“You can’t.” She snapped.
“I want to see the other part of you that’s hurting.” He slid his hand between her pressed-together thighs and squeezed her leg. “I want to make that hurt go away.”
Bastian had never so much as looked at her with anything other than disapproval or annoyance before. Now he wanted to make her feel good?
“Ariella.” Her name came out as a demand, and she twisted her neck until her eyes met his. “Do you trust me?”
“I don’t think I trust me right now,” she admitted.
He pressed his lips together for a beat. “I’m asking you to trust me. Let me give you what you need.” He squeezed her thigh again.
Still unsure of herself or of what any of this could mean, she wiggled her feet apart until he had free access to her most intimate places. He grinned at her obedience; she turned away from seeing it. She had become accustomed to the disappointment in his eyes, but this look of approval—no, joy—at her obedience made her stomach tremble. And it wasn’t the worst feeling in the world.
Slowly, his thick fingers slid through her wet folds. She clenched her teeth as heat rushed over her face at how slick her body had become beneath his touch. When his fingertips grazed her clit, she covered her mouth with both hands and buried her face into the bed to muffle her moan.
His chuckle told her how unsuccessful she’d been. He spread her asscheeks apart, the bed moving as he bent over her. Bastian was looking at her. Another groan built up in her chest, but when he pressed his thumb against the entrance of her pussy, it got caught in her throat.
“You’ve had boyfriends, Ariella. Have they touched you like this?” Darkness pulled on the question. He’d worked for her father for seven years; he’d seen her with boys before.
“Are you asking me if I’m a virgin?” She lifted her face from the mattress with her question.
“No.” His thumb circled her pussy entrance, putting slight pressure but not satisfying the need to have him fill her. “I’m asking if any of those boys ever touched your pussy like this, or did they just shove their cocks into you like the rutting idiots they looked like.” Again, something sinister weighed down his words.
His fingers flickered over her clit, and she tensed with the rush of pleasure.
“Tell me the truth, Ariella.” He pressed his thumb against her pussy, but still didn’t enter her. She curled her toes into the carpet, fighting the urge to push herself back at him and take control.
“No. I’ve never had anyone touch me like this.” She shook her head and turned away. The entire night had run away from her. First, she let Bastian spank her while that mammoth of a man, Garrick, was in the room watching the entire ordeal, and now she was bending over the bed wishing Bastian would touch her more and faster and everywhere.
“Hmm,” Bastian grinned. “Do you want to come? Did my punishment make your pussy want relief?” He asked, sliding the very tip of his finger into her channel. His second hand slid beneath her body and easily found her clit. She fisted the quilt.
“I…I don’t know why what you did made me…I don’t know.” She pushed her forehead into her fist.
“But it did, didn’t it?” He sank his finger deep into her pussy, adding a second as she rose to her toes. “Don’t go quiet on me. Tell me.” He twisted his fingers, curling them.
“Oh!” She arched her back, sliding her hips back toward him.
“Answer, or I stop.” He warned her, rubbing her clit harder as he pumped his fingers in and out of her.
“Yes!” She thrust her hips backward, forcing his fingers deeper. A sharp smack to her ass stopped her.
“Don’t do that again, or you’ll go to sleep hungry for an orgasm that will never come.” He slowed his fingers. “I’ll tie your hands to the headboard so you can’t touch yourself while I’m downstairs. You’ll fall asleep with your pussy soaked and wanting, and you’ll never find relief.”
The image of him doing just that popped into her mind, making her body ache even more for his touch. She shoved her cheek into the bed, spreading her legs further apart and lifting her ass higher.
“That’s a good girl.” He sank another finger into her pussy, filling her even more as he increased his thrust. “Before you come,you need permission. Ask me to let you come.”
Again, his words stroked her arousal. Ask him? She’d never asked him for anything before, and now she’d need to ask to let her come? Her face was on fire just with the idea of forming the words.
But then he cupped her mound with his second hand and rubbed her clit in circles, patting her softly before rubbing again. All the while thrusting three fingers into her pussy, twisting and curling them, driving all inhibitions from her mind.
