Page 50 of House of Lies

I should have walked past when I heard her talking in the library, but my curiosity got the better of me. But hearing her bitter words—and spoken to her father, no less—made me realize just how much of an education little Cassidy needs. Then she started speaking about Rebecca disappearing, and I couldn’t help but shut down.

It brought back too many harrowing memories.

I grab her ass and squeeze, earning a tiny whimper from the girl draped over my lap. But when I massage her lush flesh, she sighs, her body goes limp.

My first slap catches her unaware. She squawks, digging her nails into my ankle where she’s holding on. But I don’t give her time to settle into the pain.

I won’t be able to last twenty-five counts, despite wanting to draw out her punishment as long as possible. My balls are aching, my cock straining to be let out of my pants. If I don’t get this over with, I’ll be coming in my fucking underwear like a teenager.

And I refuse to lose control again.

So I slap my palm onto her curvy little ass, counting each blow as my breath huffs out of me. I’m mesmerized by the jiggle of her flesh, how her skin turns bright red in response. Even her bruises become darker.

She takes the first round of slaps with petulant silence, but after fifteen of them, she’s writhing around on my leg like a hooked fish. “Stop, Mr. Remington, please!”

I don’t.

Her pleas turn into enraged howls that eventually fade into a sullen “Uh,” every time my hand meets her flesh.

I lose myself in the rhythm of her punishment. By twenty, my hand is hot and stinging. She’s still holding onto my pants, but not nearly as tight as before. I shake out my hand, using my other to grab a handful of her ass and squeeze. She mumbles something incoherent that might have been a curse and then goes still.

As I shift in my seat, about to grab her hips and help her to her feet, I notice the big wet spot on the inside of my right thigh.

I move my leg to check, careful not to let Cassidy slide off my thigh and end up on the floor. My pants are drenched… and when I grab her ass cheeks and ease them apart, I see why.

Her pussy is dripping, those juices glistening down the inside of her legs.

My voice is gravelly, barely human. “Did you enjoy that, Cassidy?”

“Of course not, you sadistic prick.”

“Then what’s this?” My heart thuds against my ribs as I crook my finger and run my knuckle through her slick folds.

She goes rigid, her gasp pulling her up from where she was hanging limply over my leg. “Stop!”

“You’re a liar,” I murmur, grabbing a fistful of her hair and wrenching her head back so she’s forced to look at me. Her eyelashes flutter as I drag my knuckle over her dripping pussy again.

“And you’re delusional.”

My lip twitches, but I force myself not to smile. This fucking spoiled brat of a girl is pressing every fucking button I have.

“Then what’s this?” I ask, showing her the wetness coating my knuckle.

Her lips tremble until she tightens them into a line, refusing to speak.

“Answer me.”

Her jaw clenches.

I press my finger against her lips. She tries to move away, but I keep her in place with the grip in her hair, forcing her lips open the harder I press my knuckle against her mouth. I smear her arousal across her lips as she splutters and complains like a fucking drama queen.

“Let’s try this again. Do you enjoy me punishing you, toy?”

Her entire body quivers in my grip as she pulls her bottom lip between her teeth again. There’s war waging in her eyes as she scans my face. I shake my head and drag my finger up her dripping pussy again. She holds her ground until my knuckle trails up higher, until I push it between her ass cheeks.

Her eyes widen with shock. She blurts out a frantic, “Yes! Okay? I like it. Is that what you want to hear, you demented creep?”

“Are you calling me names again?”

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