Page 108 of Absolution

“Shut up.” I push open the door and then slam it closed behind me. “I’m done with these games,” I growl and grab her hips, pushing her in front of me until I have her up against the wall.

She inhales to speak, her eyes widening, but I catch her lips and crash my mouth to hers as my hand finds her breast, kneading it none too gently. Kerry moans and her nipple turns into a delicious little peak that I pinch hard enough for her to try to squirm free. I grab her arms and push them up over her head, flush against the wall. We stare at each other, the closeness overwhelming, then my primal side takes over and roars in me to claim my woman.

“Not a sound,” I whisper, then I catch her nipple through the fabric of her T-shirt, rolling it between my teeth. Kerry arches and whimpers. “If I have to keep telling you to shut up, then I’ll punish you, girl,” I growl.

She stares at me, her eyes ablaze, chewing on her lower lip, then she slams her mouth shut and it’s all the consent I need. I lift her and carry her into the little office, locking the door behind us, then I put her down and grab the hem of her shirt, pulling it over her head.

“Beautiful,” I moan, taking in her perky breasts and dark, mouthwatering nipples.

“I—”

I put a hand over her mouth. “Did I tell you to speak?”

Wide-eyed, she shakes her head.

“Turn around and pull down your pants.”

“Don’t wake up Cecilia.”

I sigh and spin her around. “You’re absolutely hopeless at obeying.”

“No, I’m—” Snapping her lips shut, she turns, a visible tremor running through her. I grin. I like her afraid. I like her not knowing what’s about to happen. I like her completely at my mercy.

Kerry hooks her thumbs into the waistband of her pajama pants and begins to push them past her hips, her panties along with them, revealing a soft round ass, the sight making my cock grow even harder. Good, good girl.

When her pants fall down past her knees and she takes a step out of them, I kick her legs wider apart. “Bend over.”

She throws me a glance over her shoulder, eyes huge and dark, a look that shoots straight to my gut, then she obeys.

“Stay.”

I walk up to the desk and pull out the drawers, one after the other. I can’t help the smirk that spreads at the sight of a plastic ruler. Girl, this might sting a bit. When I turn, my choice of punishment in my hand, my choice of foreplay, Kerry darts up.

“No,” she whispers. “Red!”

I scoff and grip around her waist, pushing her toward the couch. “You want this on your boobs or on your butt?”

A gasp escapes her. Her eyes turn a little glossy and her lips part. Then she turns, supporting her hands against the armrest of the couch.

I lean in, whispering in her ear: “And babe. You can safeword. But have some faith. Don’t fucking safeword before I’ve even started. Now, don’t move.”

I caress her butt cheek, letting a thumb slide along the crack, down, up again, teasing, making goosebumps erupt on her skin. Then I raise my arm and let the ruler come down on her left cheek. Not too hard, a light slap that shouldn’t do more than sting briefly. A gasp escapes her, but she remains still. I kiss the skin where I smacked down, then I lift my arm again. Harder, faster. Kerry groans and her toes curl. I correct my cock, fuck I’m hard. In rapid succession, I let the ruler fall on her left side, her right side, her upper thighs, making her dance from side to side, but no safeword. I bend over and kiss the pain, blow at the swellings, at the angry red welts. Sliding my hand in between her thighs, I caress my way up to her wet pussy. Kerry moans and pushes back. I move along her slit, parting her lips, circle her clit. It grows under the tip of my fingers and Kerry begins to make little mewling sounds.

“You missed me,” I whisper as I unzip and pull out my cock, stroking it in my other hand.

She shakes her head which makes me laugh. “Yes, you did.”

“No. Whenever I’m with you it hurts.”

I grab the ruler and slap her again, five times on each side, making sure to hit where she’s sore the most. She groans, but still no safeword.

“Touch yourself,” I say. Put your hand between your legs, push your fingers inside your pussy and spread your lips for me. Let me see you.”

I ache to take her. It fucking hurts. It’s been such a long time and all I’ve had, after all my visits here, has been my right hand.

I stroke my rock-hard cock as I watch her obey me. The thought that I can do everything I want with her is mind-blowing. I can take her, tie her up, gag her, use all her holes, until she cries and begs. Something dark in me wants to hurt her, use her, and I have to keep that part at bay. At least for now.

Her long slender fingers move in her pussy, spreading her lips. I groan as I watch the pink folds, glistening with her juices, open. Lining up my cock to her opening, I push away her hand and slam inside her in one rough thrust, making her squeal and jerk forward. I grab her hips to ground her to me, waiting just a little to let her catch her breath before I thrust again, and again. Kerry pants and writhes. I stop for a moment and pull off my shirt, tossing it to the floor, then I begin to pound in her in earnest. When Kerry pushes at me, trying to ease the pressure, I lean in and catch her arms, pushing them tight against her lower back, holding both in one of my hands. That leaves her with no leverage, and completely at my mercy. I find my way to her clit and rub it, pinch it, making her shake. Small sobs escape her and at the same time she pushes back on me, rocks with me.

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