Page 34 of Unwillingly His

That same heat that had risen from my ankles to my thighs when he touched me burned all the way up my body to my cheeks.

I wanted him. I knew it, he knew it. There was no denying it. But I couldn’t say it out loud. Shame kept my lips sealed shut.

“Time’s up.” His hand went between my legs, two fingers plunging straight into my pussy, stretching me.

I couldn’t stop the moan that escaped my lips as my back arched in complete submission. Even if he couldn’t feel it on his hands, he could see how much I wanted it.

“I’m sorry, what was that, baby girl?” he said, pumping his fingers in and out of me while he pulled apart the buttons on my shirt to expose my breasts.

He pumped his fingers in and out harder, making it hurt just a little as he brought me so much pleasure, and his hot lips wrapped around my nipple.

This was so wrong, but how could something that was this depraved and this humiliating feel so good?

There was no use trying to fight it anymore, so I let my legs fall open, giving him full, complete access to me while my fingers slipped into his hair and held his mouth to my breast.

If this was going to happen, I might as well take advantage of it.

“Are you going to keep lying to me?”

“I don’t want you,” I said as I arched my back, pushing my breast back in between his lips.

“Such a bad liar,” he growled, standing up and hovering above me.

“I’m not lying,” I lied.

He smirked down at me, and I could only imagine how I looked, lying on his bed on top of his black duvet, my shirt opened and showing off my chest.

One cup of my bra pulled under my breast, pushing it up, the hardened nipple wet with his saliva. My legs were wide open while my skirt was up around my waist.

My pussy was dripping wet.

It had been wet before he fingered me. But now it was so much worse. I could feel the need pulsing between my legs.

I watched as his eyes took in every single inch of me, and I liked the way it made me feel.

It was wrong. I knew it was wrong, and I should have felt shame, humiliation, and just dirty. But I didn’t.

I felt warm, hot even.

He made me feel seen in a way that I had never experienced before. The way his eyes hungrily ran over my body made me miss the feel of his hands.

“Bad girls get punished,” he said.

That was the only warning I had before he reached down and spanked my pussy, sending a sharp shock of pain and heat licking up my spine. And he did it again before grabbing my ankles and using them to flip me over and push my skirt up.

“You’re going to take your punishment for lying to me. I’m going to spank this perfect ass, and you’re going to count and say thank you after every single swat.”

I tried to squirm away from him. I tried to move, but he put his knee on the small of my back, pinning me to the bed.

“When I’m done punishing you, I’m going to make this pussy mine. And if you’re a good girl, I’ll let you come.”

“And if I refuse to be your good girl?”

“If you’re a bad girl, and you don’t take your punishment… well then, it’s not your pussy I’m going to fuck.” He placed his thumb against my asshole and rubbed tight circles over it.

It felt different, depraved even.

I had already felt how big his cock was in the courthouse. I didn’t think he’d fit in my pussy, so he definitely wouldn’t fit there.

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