Page 44 of By Sin To Atone

When I open my eyes again, because I’d closed them, he’s watching me, patient, and there’s that smirk as he finger-fucks my ass, making me groan when he adds a second finger and hooks me, forcing me up to the very tips of my toes as his other hand slides between my legs, fingers coming to my clit.

“Oh. God!” I push my forehead into the desk as he rubs my clit, working his fingers expertly and forcing a deep moan from my throat as my knees buckle and I come. I come harder than I’ve ever come on my own and I hate myself a little for it when, once it’s over, once he’s finished, he leans over me, his breath hot against my ear, his cock hard against my ass, and whispers his words to me.

“I want to be certain you understand that I own you, Little Convict. You’re mine.”

14

Ezekiel

Her body sags as soon as I step away, knees wobbling. She holds onto the edges of the desk as if her life depends on it and lays her cheek down, staying put when I step away.

What a good girl. A good, submissive, girl. This is exactly the result I wanted, although, honestly, I hadn’t meant to finger-fuck her. Hadn’t meant to make her come.

I take in the sight of her punished ass. The wetness smeared along her thighs. She’s fully exposed to me. Mine.

Something inside my chest rumbles at that word.

Mine.

I like it. I want it.

She sniffles. She’s trying not to cry or at least not let me see her cry. Doesn’t she know yet I’ll have her tears and her pain? They belong to me. She belongs to me.

“Straighten up,” I finally say.

She moves slowly, like it takes all her energy to peel her fingers from the desk. She reaches back, fingertips brushing her ass cheeks lightly. I’m sure it hurts. She smooths her skirt down to cover herself. I watch as she straightens. She’s barefoot. She must have lost her shoes at some point.

She won’t meet my eyes as she quickly wipes at hers. Her face burns red. It should. She was wet. She was wet from that spanking, and she came with my fingers in her ass. It’s a good sign. I will enjoy making use of that hole as well as the others.

“Gather your skirt and hold it at your waist.”

“What?”

“You heard me.”

“You’re an asshole,” she says.

“Are we back to that?”

She glares but gathers up her skirt, her blush deepening as I openly drag my gaze to the slit of her shaved pussy.

Her virgin pussy.

I felt the barrier. At the thought, that rumbling comes from inside my chest. Mine. She hears it but she’s not experienced enough to understand just what it means.

“Sit down on the stool.”

She looks at it, then at me. That wood cannot be comfortable on an un-spanked ass. “I’m fine to stand.”

“Sit anyway.” I pour myself another whiskey and watch her ass as she crosses to that stool and perches on the edge of it, wincing. I’m sure it’s nothing compared to my hand, I think, wondering if I should tell her to be grateful it was only my hand.

I resume my seat on the armchair and study her, smiling down at her.

“This is already so much better. Was it the spanking or coming on my fingers that seems to have humbled you?”

She grits her teeth, raises her stubborn chin. “I hate you.”

I shrug a shoulder. “If only that were true. Now open your legs.”

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