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He swept some of my pussy juices onto his shaft, and then pushed forward gently. Once he was inside me, and I had gasped as his thickness pushed through and stretched me, his eyes moved from what he was doing down there to my face. He liked to watch my face, to stare at me as tears welled up in my eyes and slid down my cheeks and into the contours of my ears.
He entered slowly, savoring my every whimper and mewl, all of which I was doing on purpose to make him think he was causing me discomfort. He seemed to like that idea; each time I squirmed or whined, his cock would throb inside of me.
The truth was a little different.
I liked the sensation of Scar inside me, stretching me open. I felt full and satisfied when his wet balls knocked against the bottom of my crevice, when all of him was driven deep into me. He seized my thighs to pull my body even closer, to ram even deeper. His thumbs splayed open so that he could play with my pussy, while his long, strong fingers curled around my hips where they met my legs, and seized me so tightly that he could have crushed my pelvis.
He pushed and pulled me, making me fuck him, for quite some time, watching my face for my reaction. I let my mouth hang open and I rolled my eyes back in my head, at the same time that I squeezed the muscles of my ass to mimic an oncoming orgasm. If that was what he wanted, then I could maybe give it to him withoutgivingit to him.
But Scar was onto me. He smiled, and dropped his fingers to my pussy, even as he continued to slowly fuck my ass. "Don't try to fool me," he breathed, his thumb stroking my clit.
A real wave of pleasure passed through me, and my muscles clamped down on the cock in my ass - for real this time. Scar smiled with self-satisfaction and did it again, smiling the same way when he got the result he wanted.
"You feel so good," he growled. "But I liked it even better when you came." He played with my clit some more, and I moved my head in disagreement. I closed my eyes, and tear crawled out of my right eye and down my my cheek. I knew Scar actuallylikedthis, that it would only make him hungrier, but I couldn't stop myself.
He continued to fuck and finger me, and with all the pent-up arousal from the punishment ritual, it didn't take much for me to get as close to the edge as I could without going over.
Scar pushed deep inside me, and stopped sawing, to watch my face as he delivered the final stroke to my clit that would make me scream and twist around his cock. He hovered there, looking down at me, the power to make me come pulsing in his thumb, which he held poised over my throbbing clit.
I squirmed, unable to control myself, unable to beg the way I knew I should. I would pay and pay for this, if I let myself go over the edge: Rhys would know, and he would punish me with another spanking.
But that wasn't all: I was going to passed around today, passed on to Tor, and Tor would know what I had done as well. And Tor would not only get jealous, he would demand that I make it up to him if I didn't want him to tell Rhys.
I tried to beg Scar with my eyes, but I could see that he was already gone, already lost in another place where all he could think about was what he wanted. And what he wanted was what he had gotten from me last time: my ass throbbing on his cock as I came.
"Please, Scar," I finally managed to say, my eyes darting to his thumb.
He stared at his own hand for what seemed like a long time, before very slowly dipping the tip of his thumb into my engorged slit, between my outer labia and my clit, sweeping up, slowly grazing the side of it, just enough pressure to make me shudder.
And then he lay down over me, his chest close to mine, the heat of his body burning through me. We slipped in our own sweat, his skin gliding over mine like we were covered in oil. And like this, staring into my eyes, his hands pushing down on my ankles, he slowly fucked me in the ass.
Unfortunately, because he was grinding against me, his pelvis crushed against my pussy, I felt myself getting closer and closer to the edge.
I tossed my head, and begged him. "Please, Scar, turn me around, please, I.. can't..."
But it was too late. The bubble of pleasure grew and grew, no matter how I fought it. And then it suddenly burst, and the sweet pleasure of release and ecstasy poured into my blood, making my whole body shake and twitch. My eyelids fell closed, and then I squeezed them, hoping to squeeze the orgasm back inside of me. But it was too late.
Scar buried his face in my hair, grasping my head and my arm, fucking me violently until his seed exploded deep inside me. By the time he arched his back and yelled, thrusting so deep inside me that I could almost feel a dull ache in my lower back, I was already hyper-sensitive, shuddering at even the lightest touch.
There was no choice, then, but to endure, each time his weight and the movement of his body sent a red-hot pulse of pleasure ricocheting through my body.
Scar pulled my head to one side, gathering up the damp strands and peeling them from my cheek where they clung in my sweat. His lips formed a smile that betrayed the truth as he whispered, "I'm sorry, Alena, baby, I'm so sorry, but that was so hot, you feel so good..." He kissed my neck, my jawline, my mouth. I didn't kiss him back, just shuddered listlessly, thinking ahead already to the spanking I was going to get.
Scar rolled off of me and pulled me to him, his fingers in my hair. They were all like this, in the end, when I was alone with them. Their hands moved over my body, playing with the parts they liked best, casually strumming me back to a heightened, aching state of longing. And if there was enough time, they would inevitably take me again, and again, as many times as they could.
Scar, once he was satisfied by something he wanted, often felt bad if he had forced me to break the rules. He tipped his head, and slid on the sheets, so that his face was close to mine. I met his eyes after a few moments. My own were watery, tears from the sharp sting of his cock spreading me open, and the realization that I would be spanked again when I returned to Rhys.
But more than that, the sting of injustice was in my eyes: these men all seemed determined to make me fail Rhys, and I loathed returning to him having failed him, again and again.
Scar kissed my lips. “I’m sorry,” he said. “I lose control with you, Alena.”
And then it was time for Scar’s plea, his fingers moving dangerously over my body, like a warning. The warning was that he could always make me disobey again. He seemed to know that I was stimulated by doing something disobedient, that the promise of a spanking actually made it harder for me to resist coming.
“But you won’t tell him, will you, Alena? That it was me? Will you?” he moved his fingers over my abdomen, brushed over my mound, gripped my thigh, sending a message. A reminder, of all the things that Scar had promised to do to me if I tried to avert my fate by telling Rhysexactlywhat had happened here.
Another spanking was better than what Scar said he would do.
“I’ll be good,” told him. And so he rolled on his back, and played with my hair, and I drifted off, trying to sleep before he wanted to use me again.
