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A pink stain colored her cheeks, and she sighed with longing. “Please...”

I raised a brow. “Is it true, Jolie?”

Her entire body was trembling now. “Y-yes. It’s true,” she said breathlessly. “I lied so I could be around you.”

I leaned down and brushed my lips over hers, softly and tentatively. I wanted to do it right, make it slow and gentle for her first time. Then she let out a little moan, right in the back of her throat, and it was like someone had thrown fuel on a fire.

Heady need exploded in me, and I growled and pulled her against me, my arms locking around her in a tight, hard embrace. With one hand, I cupped the back of her head and deepened the kiss, wanting… no, needing… more of her. My fingers tangled in her hair and my tongue traced a line around her soft lips before sliding into her mouth, tasting and teasing her. She responded with another desperate moan.

When I broke the kiss, Jolie’s eyes were sparkling and her face was radiant. She touched one finger to her plump lips, as if she still couldn’t believe what she’d done. Couldn’t believe that my mouth had been on hers only seconds ago.

“First kiss, right?” I said huskily, moving my mouth to her neck in the way she enjoyed so much during the Faith Formation play. She let out another whimpering moan as I gently traced the shell of her ear with my tongue. “Did you like it?”

“I think… perhaps I need a second one to get a proper idea of what it’s like,” she replied.

Fuck, this woman was gonna be the death of me.

I crushed her lips under mine again, fierce and fervent. This time she matched my passion, quickly learning how to entwine her tongue with mine in a sensual dance.

As we kissed, my hands roamed over the stiff fabric of her dress, frantically searching for the buttons at the back. When I found them, I began to undo them one by one. Jolie helped me, and soon she was standing before me in nothing but her underwear. Her nipples were so hard that I could see the stiff peaks of them through the fabric of her white cotton bra, and there was a shadow on the front of her panties where the wetness appeared to be seeping through.

“This is so wrong,” she whispered.

I could tell from her tone and the anxious look in her eyes that there was a serious battle going on in her head. Part of her was desperate for this to keep happening, and the other part was screaming at her to stop, telling her it was a terrible sin.

I could work with that.

“It is wrong. Luckily, you were brought here to be punished for being bad, weren’t you?” I said, cocking my head to the side.

If I was careful and framed my next actions as a punishment, I might be able to swing things in my favor. I needed to make Jolie think she was being chastised for sinning but also make her hot and slick and ready at the same time, until she begged me to touch her. Begged me to take her virginity. Then I could finally take her the way I wanted.

She deserved that. A proper first fuck. Not some traumatizing experience of getting fucked in the ass in front of a group of perverted old creeps during some bullshit ritual. I couldn’t fucking stand the thought of that being her first proper experience with sex.

Jolie’s eyes widened, as I knew they would. “You’re going to punish me? I thought…” She trailed off, clearly confused.

“You thought I would just kiss you?” I smirked, taunting her. “No. I’m going to punish you, but only because it’s what you want. You’re practically begging for it. Why else would you lie just to get me in here with you?”

She bit her lip, and her eyes darted nervously to the whip rack.

“Don’t worry,” I said, gently touching her chin. “I’m going to do it a different way. Where I’m from, men used to punish bad women in a way that hurts, but it’s a different kind of pain. I’m going to teach you all about it.”

Jolie shook her head. “I don’t understand,” she said haltingly.

“You will. Now strip,” I commanded, nodding toward her underwear. “All of it. Then turn around.”

She quickly did as I said. My cock ached at the sight of her bare tits jiggling as she bent down slightly to remove her panties, and when she turned around and showed me that perfect pert ass of hers, I felt like I might implode.

“Step over to the wall and face it,” I said. “Put your hands in the restraints.”

Once again, she did as I said.

“Good girl,” I muttered. I fastened the iron manacles around her wrists, and she let out a whimper of fear. She didn’t know it, but she was the hottest thing I’d ever seen. Naked, restrained, no chance of escape.

Fierce need stretched the fabric in the crotch of my pants as I stood behind her, running my hands up and down the soft curves of her body. I was fucking rock-hard.

“This is how men used to punish their women when they were bad,” I murmured next to her ear. As I spoke, I reached down with one hand and roughly squeezed her left ass-cheek, making her squeal. “They did it with their hands. Sometimes with other things, too, but I prefer this. My hands on you, marking you like you deserve. You’re a bad girl, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” Jolie gasped out, nodding fervently. “Please… please show me. Teach me.”

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