Page 36 of Unwillingly His

My body stiffened, but I didn’t move. I didn’t argue. I didn’t fight. I was giving in to him.

Suddenly, his hand was gone, and then just as quickly, it was back again. His palm slammed against the center of my cheeks, his fingers slapping down over my most sensitive skin.

This time, I screamed, and fresh cathartic tears rolled down my face.

“Say it, baby girl,” he threatened as he rubbed more moisture over my behind. “Let me hear you.”

“Twelve. Thank you.”

“Have you learned your lesson?” He moved his knee off of my back and pulled me to the end of the bed. Letting my legs hang over the edge.

“Yes, sir,” I said, not moving.

“Shame, your ass looks just as tempting as your fresh little cunt. The next time you misbehave, I won’t just spank you. Do you understand me?” His thumb pushed into my ass again, going in further than before, making it burn.

“I understand, sir.”

“Too bad you didn’t understand sooner. This could have been a lot gentler if you’d just behaved,” he growled, sending shivers up my spine as I twisted my fingers into the soft duvet cover, bracing myself for what was going to come next.

I expected him to just push in and take me from behind.

Instead, he grabbed my ankles and used them to flip me over.

He ripped at my shirt and my bra, making sure every single inch of me was exposed to him.

My skirt was still flipped up around my waist, tears still streaming down my face.

“I want you to look at me as I take you. I want you to know that no other man is ever going to fuck you like this.”

“Yes, sir,” I said, my core clenching at the thought.

“Stay right there. If you move, I won’t let you come.”

I froze, not wanting to make him madder than he already was.

He stepped back and stripped off his suit, first exposing his chest.

I knew he was fit. I could feel that through his suit.

What I didn’t expect were biceps that looked like they were carved from marble and an eight-pack that I wanted to run my tongue down.

He looked better than the pop stars I’d posted on my wall when I was younger. He wasn’t as thin as those men. He didn’t have the super-toned body of male models and actors who spent hours in the gym to have the measurements of a Dorito.

No, his body was thick.

A larger frame packed with layers of muscle and power. This was a man who’d earned his abs through hard work, not paying a trainer. I wondered how he’d gotten like that. He had to do more than just sit behind a desk all day.

“Like what you see, baby girl?” He smirked as he noticed me staring.

I looked away, and he came over and grabbed my chin, pointing my face back towards him. “Answer me. Do you like what you see, baby girl?”

“Yes.” My cheeks burned with embarrassment again, but I couldn’t look away from him.

“Look all you want.” Then he gave me another searing kiss that left me aching for him. Then he stepped back again, and I could see the outline of his hard cock in his dress pants.

My mouth watered, and I had this urge to get down on my knees in front of him, but he had told me to stay put. So I held on to the duvet as if that could somehow hold me in place.

He undid his pants, and as they fell to the ground, I could see just the tip of his cock peeking out of the elastic waistband of his tight black boxer briefs.

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