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"Happy now?" I manage to choke out, feeling a strange mix of fear and exhilaration. His eyes are dark, clouded with a storm of emotions I can't quite decipher.
"Shut up," he replies, breathing hard, and I glance down, noticing the unmistakable bulge in his pants. In that moment, it's like a switch flips in my mind. I kick off my panties and flip my dress back up, spreading my legs wide and begin to touch myself.
"Oh, Ethan." I moan the name of the salesperson, taunting Giovanni with how much I enjoyed the stranger's touch.
"Stop," Giovanni snarls, but I ignore him.
"Fuck, Ethan. I just want your fingers in my pussy," I say, continuing to taunt him.
"I said stop!" He lunges forward and pushes my hand away from my clit.
"If you're fantasizing about that boy, it's obvious you don't know what it feels like to be touched by a real man. But, I'll fix that for you. So, just lay there and take your punishment like a good girl. And don't you dare touch yourself."
"Get away from me," I snap, even though deep down, I want him close. "I prefer thinking about the sales guy anyway."
"Shut up and behave," he snaps.
Giovanni's expression turns unreadable, and he starts low, bringing my foot up to his mouth. His hands are strong and rough against my skin, pressing deep into my muscles, sending sparks through my body. He gently caresses the curves of my ankle and calf, his fingertips barely brushing against me, setting off a trail of warmth that buzzes just below the surface of my skin. Every touch of his sends shivers of anticipation up my spine.
Giovanni's warm, wet mouth envelops my toes, his tongue like velvet against my skin. The heat radiating from his mouth and the feeling of being enveloped within it awakens a deep sensation in me, as if a fire is blazing through me and pooling in my core.
"Please," I whisper, trying to touch myself again, but he growls.
"Stop moving."
Reluctantly, I pull my hand away, realizing that his touch is so much better than Ethan's or even my own, but deep down I already knew that it would be. As he works his way up my thighs, I willingly spread my legs for him, feeling my arousal dripping down my thighs. I move my hand back to my clit absentmindedly.
"Last warning," he tells me, a sharp sting on my pussy as he smacks it. I gasp and look into his eyes, filled with a fierce determination. "That was the last of your punishment... for now."
His fingers enter me slowly and then begin to work me, and I'm brought to heights I never thought possible. I've fingered myself plenty of times before, but his fingers inside of me feel infinitely better than anything I could have imagined.
His fingers are thick and sure as they stroke my inner walls, creating a pressure that starts off firm and then builds up in intensity, like a slow roller coaster ride building up to an exhilarating climax. His touch is gentle but authoritative, as if he knows exactly how to bring me to the brink of pleasure and keep me there. I can feel every ridge and curve of his digits against me, the sensation sending waves of pleasure through my body with each stroke.
In that moment, all I can think about is what his cock would feel like inside me.
"Please," I beg, rocking my hips desperately against his restraining hand. "I feel like I'm going to pee."
"Good," he growls, the sound sending shivers down my spine. "Just let go and let whatever happens happen."
"I want more," I plead, unable to stop myself. "I want to know what your lips would feel like on my pussy." I can't believe I said that, but it's what I really feel.
"No," he says firmly. "You don't deserve that. You're such a brat and a bad fucking girl."
"Then I'll just let Ethan do it," I taunt, knowing full well that I'm playing with fire. His fingers leave me just as I'm about to come, and suddenly he's on top of me, straddling me. He shoves his wet fingers coated in my juices down my throat, making me choke on them. The forcefulness of his actions is intoxicating, awakening desires I never knew existed within me.
"Never say that name again," he warns, his voice dark and dangerous. "Or I will shove my cock so far down your throat and fuck your brat mouth so hard that you won't be able to talk for a month." And then, against my better judgment, I do the unthinkable.
"Ethan."
Giovanni's eyes turn dangerously dark, and before I know it, he pulls me off the bed, shoving the neckline of my dress down so that my breasts spill out on top. He palms my breasts, releasing himself from his pants, and then my mouth is being filled with his cock.
I can't breathe, but it doesn't matter because the way he fucks my mouth makes me feel alive. He's relentless, and degrading.
"God, you're such a bad fucking girl. This is what you get for behaving like a slut."
I can't respond, but I don't want to, I'm so lost in the feeling of his cock in my mouth.
"This is the only way you'll ever learn," he says.
