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She huffs, drawing me back to her. “I was sneaking outside,” she barely whispers, melting when I rub her ass again, soothing the hurt I inflicted. Something I'll take care of later with ointments, among other things. A good man takes care of his woman after they play.
“Mmm. Good girl. Now, what else?” I whisper, moving my fingers to the seam between her legs to entice her more. Luckily, she spreads her legs for me, adjusting to the slight touch through her soaked panties. “Fuck,” I hiss when I pull her thong aside, moving my fingers between her folds, noting the wetness coating her and now me. “Did I unlock something inside you, Little Chaos?” My finger dives inside her, remembering the night I took her innocence behind my mask.
“Maybe,” she moans, laying her forehead on the desk. “Fuck.” She quivers when I add a second and pump my fingers in and out, scissoring inside her.
“Tell me how you escaped,” I say, keeping an even tone when I pull my fingers out of her sopping pussy and put them directly on my tongue, humming at the taste of her.
She quiets down. Not making a sound. Her fingers curl on the desk, no longer keeping her palms flat. Her fist pounds into the wood in defeat. I smile.
“Turn around, Little Chaos. Sit on the edge of my desk with your legs spread.”
I step back, letting her make the move without force. I want all of this to be her decision. I won't take it from her. She'll gladly give it up to me with a smile. Well, maybe not a smile. No. She's not happy about it at all. Not my demands. Not the fact she's soaking wet from the spanking she received. She's angry that she's vibrating with lust.
And that's all for me.
But, she oddly does as I say, sitting on the edge of my desk with her legs spread, only covered by the nightgown and her sopping wet thong. Progress, I suppose.
“So,” I say, stepping forward and gripping her chin. “Your answer?”
“Fuck you,” she whispers, with that fire igniting once again.
Good girl. I want to keep that flame and defiance alive and kicking.
I smile, fingering the now-cracking bow in my hand. The delicate wood creased on several parts from the blows to her ass, almost to its breaking point. I suppose it’s a symbol of the woman in front of me. They’re both cracked and blemished but not fully broken.
Oh, well.
“Last chance. I have more in store for you. More toys to use. I could bring you to the brink of coming all day and watch as you suffer on the edge of oblivion. I'll tie your hands and feet with rope to secure you for me as I suck your clit and force you to squirt on my face.” I grin when she flushes again, glaring in my direction. “If you tell me, I'll give you a generous reward.”
Journey weighs her options again. “Fine.” She crosses her arms over her chest, closing her legs.
“Ah, open,” I say, smacking her upper thigh through her clothing. “Good girl.”
“Could you stop saying that? I'm not a goddamn dog! We've been through this,” she growls, on the edge of smacking me silly.
I smile, leaning forward, tearing her thong in two and discarding it beside me. Before she can even protest, I’m slamming my fingers straight into her pussy, making her gasp and moan.
“I'll stop calling you a good girl when your cunt stops dripping for the praise.” I work my fingers in and out again, making the come hither movement against her G-spot. Her back arches and toes curl, and that's my signal to pull away. "Bad girls who bite their tongue don't get orgasms."
She quivers, too proud to beg me for an orgasm. Her eyes narrow at me.
“Fine. Fucking fine. You left the key on the counter! I stuck it under my tongue and used it when Arrow passed out.” She says each word through a heavy breath, practically panting with expectations.
Well, color me impressed. My Little Chaos is a crafty little whore. One who deserves a reward for her honesty.
“Lie back,” I demand, stroking my bow one last time. “Open your legs.” I tap her inner thighs again with my bow, reddening her flesh. “Oh, and Sheppard, you can come in,” I holler, bringing the man forward from the shadows of the hallway. He frowns, longingly staring at her with warmth. “We've had a watcher.”
Just like me, Shepp is heavily affected by the heady scent of pussy permeating through the room.
Her chest heaves when I pull her body forward, dangling her hips off the edge of the desk.
“I'm going to have a meal. You're going to come on my tongue, and Sheppard is going to hold your wrists. Or maybe you feel like being a good girl and sucking the soul from his dick," I say, grinning when Sheppard shudders, glaring at me.
‘Asshole,’ he signs with an eye roll.
I snort. ‘Really?’ I sign back, keeping her out of the conversation. ‘You're about to slip your dick between her lips, and you're calling me an asshole?’
He huffs again, shaking his head. ‘I want her to do it only if she wants to. I can't…’ Ever the saint. He'll always ask permission before taking.
