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They were an admission of want. That was a power I couldn’t give him, not that that would stop him from taking it anyway.

He didn’t say anything as he put his hand on my shoulder and spun me around to face the wall. His large, warm hand gripped my waist, before trailing down my side until he got to the hem of my dress.

Without a word, he flipped it up, exposing my practically bare ass. Sundresses required thongs.

There was nothing between my skin and his hand.

CHAPTER 27

STELLA

“This is your last chance, baby girl.” His words were practically growled into my ear, sending shivers down my spine. “Admit you were watching me, or I will be forced to punish you.”

“I wasn’t…”

A sharp sting radiated from my behind and throughout my entire body.

He hadn’t spanked me, not with his hand.

No, he had a riding crop.

The little bit of leather did not really leave any damage, but the sharp pain was still undeniable. I tried to stop my cry by pressing my lips together, but it didn’t work.

He whipped me again, and with each impact, a yelp escaped my lips.

“Do not lie to me, little one. Tell me that you were watching me.”

Tears streamed down my face as I said nothing. It wasn’t out of defiance, not really. Each strike from the crop hurt, but then it left a hot, burning sensation on my skin. The sting faded quickly into something more, something better.

Tears streamed down my face, but they felt cathartic.

After a moment, he cropped me again, and this time, my cries of pain sounded more like moans of pleasure. Again and again, over and over, he struck me with the crop, no doubt leaving large red welts all over my behind and my upper thighs.

Then he placed the crop against the cotton of my panties, which had to be soaked by now. He pressed it against me, giving me the most delicious friction.

“Last chance, baby girl.”

“I was watching you. I couldn’t take my eyes off of you.” The words flew from my lips. I didn’t want to know how the crop would feel against my most sensitive flesh.

“Why? What did watching me do for you?”

“I didn’t know what else to do.”

He knew I was lying and gave me a quick but intense slap on my pussy with the crop. I cried out again. It was a million times more intense than the swats on my backside or even on the sensitive skin of my inner thighs. But with the increased pain came something else, too.

“Tell me the truth.”

“I watched you because it turned me on. I watched you because I couldn’t not watch you.”

He threw the crop to the side and then pressed his body against mine, his hand slipping around my hip, under my skirt, and sliding into my soaking panties.

“All this time, I’m trying to punish you. But all I seem to do is turn you into a desperate, horny little cock slut.”

His fingers stroked my clit, making me dizzy with desire, while his other hand moved to my throat. Not choking me, but holding me. “I bet I could put you on your knees right now, and you would hungrily swallow down my cock. Or I could bend you over and take you right here.”

“Please.” I didn’t remember saying the word, but I could hear it coming from my lips.

“Oh, baby girl, I know this cunt is dripping for me. Desperate to be filled. But you are a bad girl, so you don’t get what you want. I, however, am going to take the trophy I deserve. I’ve already fucked your throat raw and pounded your pussy until you screamed my name.”

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