Page 63 of The Break Out

I thrust my hips against her, and she whimpers, but tries to smother it. “I think you need a couple orgasms so I can have nice Brynn back. I liked her.” My fingertips graze her bare stomach, moving lower to the apex of her thighs.

“You get what you get,” she breathes, but I feel how she adjusts her stance, slightly spreading her legs for me.

“And so will you. You’re going to take what you get and you’re going to thank me for it.” I swipe a finger through her pussy lips and find the wetness there that isn’t from the shower.I fucking knew it.

“I’m not going to thank–”

I pull my hand back and use it to swat a sharp smack onto her ass that has her gasping.

“You’re going to thank me, Princess,” I grit out, rubbing the area I just hit.

“You can’t just–”

I spank her again and she moans.

“Can’t what, Princess? You want to keep going? We could make this a full-on punishment if you want.”

“I won’t thank you,” she says through her teeth.

I bring my hand back to her front to graze over her clit, which has her knees buckling. “You will,” I say directly against her ear, ghosting my fingers over her most sensitive area. “Now, ask me to touch you. Nicely.”

Her head turns toward me, and it makes me want to kiss her, but she doesn’t get that while she’s acting like a brat.

“Give me your worst, Wheeler.”

Challenge fucking accepted.

I grab the handheld sprayer from the wall and turn it on, bringing it between Brynn’s body and the wall. I spread her before aiming the water to hit her clit. The second it makes contact she moans, and I have to make sure she stays standing on her unsteady legs.

“That feel good?” I ask her.

She nods, and I take it away, making her let out a frustrated noise.

“Words, Princess. When I’m making you feel good you tell me.”

“Technically it wasn’t you making me feel good, it was the shower head,” she sasses.

I drop said shower head, then press her completely against the wall with my large body, tangle one hand in her hair, and yank her head back so she’s looking up at me.

“Talk back to me again and I won’t make you come at all, is that what you want?”

She sinks her teeth into her bottom lip, and I can tell she wants to say something else but is taking my threat seriously. As she should. I raise an eyebrow, daring her to say it.

“If you don’t, then I’ll just do it myself. I don’t need you,” she seethes.

The smile that I let free is so sinister she has to know she just fucked up. She’s going to learn how badly.

I pull her away from the wall and walk us over to the built-in seat in the large shower, pressing between her shoulder blades so she has no choice, but to lean forward and catch herself with her hands or face plant into the stone.

“You think you don’t need me to make you feel good? You think you can do it better than me? You don’t picture me telling you what a perfect little slut you are for my cock? Or how it feels when I’m inside of you? I know you do, which means every time you come it’s because of me.” I punctuate the last word with a sharp smack on her ass that has her gasping right before I shove two fingers into her drenched pussy.

She lurches forward and cries out but pushes herself backharder on my hand as I curl my fingers to find the sensitive spot on her inner walls.

“Tell me, Princess. Admit you need me to make your cunt come harder than it ever has.”

She shakes her head. “I don’t think about you at all,” she moans. I bring my other hand around to pinch her clit which has her screaming.

“My good little Princess wants to be a naughty little whore today, don’t you?”

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