Page 56 of Sinful Sacrifice

“Go slower, baby. I want this to last longer.”

“Less teeth, more suction.”

“Mmm … my good girl takes directions well.”

He doesn’t only come in my mouth. He stops me, making me tip my head back, and comes on my face. Then, he helps me to my feet, stands, and throws me over his shoulder, carrying me to the bedroom.

He undresses me and bends me over his knee.

My next punishment.

I’ve never been spanked before. In fact, I’ve stated on several occasions if a man ever attempted to spank me, I’d drop-kick him.

But I like it with Damien.

I moan, telling him harder.

Asking him for more.

He spanks me until tears are in my eyes and I apologize.

He makes me promise I’ll never lie to him again.

Then, he kisses each cheek before bending me over the bed. I moan as he fucks me mercilessly. With each stroke, he slaps my ass again.

And then, after I come, he falls on his back.

“Ride me,” he says. “Dance on this cock like I said.”

I crawl across the bed to him, and he guides me to straddle him.

It’s my turn to take over.

To dance for him.

I grind our bodies together.

I move up and down.

I ride him so damn hard that I know his hips will be bruised.

I fuck him hard because I’m falling for him hard.

And I love every second of it.

Two Weeks Later

I walk out of Brew Bliss and am checking my phone when a man dressed in a black tee, jeans, and blue-mirrored Ray-Bans stops me.

“Pippa?” he asks, blocking me from seeing inside the coffee shop.

I stare at him uneasily, seeing my reflection in his glasses. “Who wants to know?”

He shoves his hand into his pocket and pulls out a police badge. “I’m Detective Kinney. Can we talk?”

I cross my arms. “What’s this about?”

He waves toward the outdoor seating area. “Let’s chat.”

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