Page 59 of Tormented By Regret

EPILOGUE TWO

WHISPER

“Last night wasn't enough, big fella?”

After last night and what we'd done, I knew we'd gone too far. Heat traced my cheeks as I remembered his hands on me. They'd felt so damn good, so powerful.

Fucking with him and his jealous streak was just too easy, but tonight I may have crossed the line. He’d been out at Live Wire, one of the bars downtown, when I walked in looking for him. One of the non-members at the bar saw me and thought he could approach me. Let’s just say things got a little out of hand and Lee was pissed.

“I told you not to come here!” He started angrily, dragging me out of the bar and towards his motorcycle, which was parked beneath an awning, hidden away from sight.

“Lee!” I cried out as he bent me over Blue.”

“Don't. Fucking. Move.” He ordered and my body began to shake from the sound of his voice.

My skirt was short, and I knew he could practically see right up my ass crack. My pussy clenched as I felt the front of his jeans press against me. His hand slid up my back, beneath my hair until he was gripping a chunk of it in his fist. I held back a moan as his roughened fingertips dragged up my thigh and up the curve of my hip.

“Did I not tell you to behave?”

“I was behaving. The dude was rude and got on my nerves.”

“You cost me a fucking business deal! One I had been setting up for over a damn year!”

“Oh!” I yelled out as he gave me a sound smack on my left cheek. I bit my lip as I creamed my panties.

“Oh? All you have to say is, oh?” He gave me another smack that brought me on my toes and heated my behind.

“I didn’t know that’s what you were doing. You were supposed to be home an hour ago.”

“Once again. Did I not tell you to behave?” He fisted his hand in my hair, tugging at it with the same intensity that he was gripping my ass.

“You can’t do this! I’m not your property!”

“Is that right?” His voice lowered as he smacked the other cheek so hard, my body rocked forward.

“Ow!” My pussy had now started to beg, traitorous bitch. And then I wondered if my tongue was being a traitor as well. Cause I couldn't just do and say what he wanted. Because my rebellious self-needed the palm of his hand not just on my ass. And as he swatted at me again, my body sprung to life as my legs shook.

“I'm going to let my dad know you beat me,” I breathed.

He bent over me, pressing his hard cock against me. “Do it. He’d probably thank me for issuing some punishment to your life. Besides, I'd like to see his face as I tell him his daughter's pussy creams as I spank it.”

I gasped, whipping around to look at him. The words fell from my lips, and I moaned as his fingers traced the wettest spot on my panties.

“Dirty girl,” his tone was husky and a bit infuriating. To others it might have scared the shit out of them. To me he sounded so damn sexy, and I needed him right there in between my legs.

My body moved of its own accord. Just how it always did when at his mercy, cumming all over his hands. My cheeks burned with embarrassment as my body betrayed me, letting him know just how badly I wanted him. It wasn't fair.

He swatted at my ass once again. This time, he gave me two consecutive blows and my body responded. I rocked back against his hardness, my thighs shaking as he rubbed my ass, warming it up before he spanked me again.

“You may not be my property, yet, but you're still a Club Princess and you will represent this club accordingly.”

I cried out as he spanked me hard enough that I felt the burn. I whined, my head falling forward, my legs open wide as his hand ran down my back, holding me in position.

He stepped back and suddenly I felt his tongue soothing the sting on my right cheek. I couldn't breathe from how good he felt.

“You like cumming on grown men's fingers, Princess?”

“No,” I snapped back and bit back a curse as he popped me in my left cheek.

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