Page 73 of Brutal Game

“Fuck,” I groaned, pausing to adjust myself. “Keep begging, princess. See where it gets you.”

Thwack.

Thwack.

I got lost in the moment as her screams echoed in the cavernous arena, grounded by the cold scent of ice, the sense of invisible spectators witnessing her punishment. Everything about this girl was the hottest thing I’d ever experienced, and I was going to take her so much further into the dark, neither of us would ever find our way out.

Pausing again, I stepped closer, inhaling the scent ofapples, honey, and … wet pussy. Caressing the heat of her reddened ass, I shoved my hand between her squeezed-shut thighs and slid my fingers over her cunt.

“Soaked,” I groaned into her ear. “Who knew you were such a slut for pain, princess? Don’t worry, there’s more coming.”

She shook her head wildly, rejecting the truth. I drew circles around her clit, part punishment, part reward.

Before I could think better of it, I dropped a kiss on her spine before backing up and continuing our session. I didn’t think she could take much more—her begging had turned to hiccups and sobs, and her ass was so red, I was almost concerned.Almost.

“Every time you try to sit for the next week, you’ll think of me, won’t you, little thief? Remember that you’re going to wear my jersey from now on, and my jersey alone?”

Thwack.

She sobbed some more.

“Say you’re sorry, Aviva.”

She shook her head, her shoulders rigid and straight.

Thwack.

“Say it, or we’ll go all night, until the Zamboni driver shows up in the morning and sees you like this.”

I raised my stick again, ready to continue?—

She mumbled something through the panties. It sounded like “I’m sorry.”

Good enough.

Dropping the stick, I fished the small bottle of lube out of my pocket, because one could never be too prepared. When I reached her, I reached around her hip, playing with her pussy for a bit, gratified by her helpless moans and the way need and lust ran down her thighs and my fingers.Sticking them in my mouth, I licked the taste of her off them, temporarily tempted to eat her out. But I had bigger, better plans.

Pulling down my sweats, I popped open the bottle and squeezed lube onto my hand. I fisted my cock in my hand, spreading the lube everywhere.

“You’re lucky,” I told her. “I considered fucking this virgin ass without aid. Say,thank you, Jack.”

She turned her head toward me, eyes wide with anger, fear—and yes, need. She wanted this, my greedy, slutty little thing. She’d never been taken this way, but she wanted to be taken by me.

And even if she didn’t…

I squeezed more lube on my fingers, before slowly pushing a finger into her virgin ass. Greeted by tight heat, I stretched her out as best as I could, then slid in a second finger, then a third. A low, desperate moan escaped her, music to my ears and my angry cock, that wanted to skip the preparation and be inside hernow.

“It’s time, princess,” I told her as I lined my cock up with her delectable, untried asshole and slowly pushed inside.

Heat and pressure from her tight hole greeted me—and a feeling so insanely good, I forgot how to fucking breathe. I could usually take or leave anal, but as I continued to push deep inside Aviva, as she cried out around her panties, half in pain, half in pleasure, I decided that I was going to take it.

And take it.

And take it.

I was the only one. No one had ever had her this way before. Not that jackass Tom she’d dated, not anyone else. And no one else would ever have her this way. Not Dave Lawson, and certainly not Dylan Johnathan. Me. Only me.

Her asshole resisted my slow slide inside. It wanted megone as much as its owner did. But that wasn’t right. I was its owner now. I washerowner now. And like Aviva, her ass would stop fighting me at some point, would discover how good it felt in to give in to me.

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