Page 43 of Two Wrongs

He smirks at me. “I think I like it when you get jealous.”

I stick out my tongue. “Well, I don’t,” I complain.

Griffin’s nostrils flare, and his eyes narrow. “You ran from me earlier, you’ve talked back to me, and now you’re sticking out your tongue?” he tsks. “Baby bird, do you need to be punished?”

Instinctually I take a couple steps back. I’m not actually afraid of him, but I can’t help reacting as if I am.

“This will be much better if you take your punishment like a good girl.” His voice is low and has a dangerous edge.

“Bend over and hold on to the bench, baby bird,” he demands.

My body shivers as I immediately obey. I bend over and grab hold of one of the slats in the bench. The steam swirls around me, but even though I’m not cold, my body erupts with goose bumps. His hand cracks against my ass, bringing a little extra sting from the moisture gathering on my flesh.

“Should you have run from me?” he asks.

He slaps the other side, when I don’t answer right away. I know what he’s looking for, but I’m starting to crave this side of him. I don’t know how I’ll ever give this up. “No,” I answer, withholding what he wants to hear.

His hand lands across both cheeks and my pussy making me shiver again. “No, daddy, I shouldn’t have run.” I answer.

“Should you talk back to me?” He doesn’t wait to spank me again, this time hitting my clit.

I groan instead of answering him, and he swats me again like I’d hoped he would. “No, daddy,” I reply.

His hand fists in my hair and he pulls, and my pussy contracts at the slight sting. He catches my eyes, and the heat in his makes my clit pulse uncomfortably even though I’ve just come less than thirty minutes ago.

“The only time I want to see your tongue is when I’m feeding you my cock.”

I only nod since he didn’t ask me a question. I loved experiencing the gentle side of him, but I need this part of him too. It speaks to something in me I didn’t know was missing.

One hand squeezes my hip while the other drags his cock up and down my slit. “I’m going to fuck you now. Hard. This is for me, because bad girls don’t get to come. If you take your punishment like a good girl, then you’ll be rewarded. Do you understand?”

I nod, but I’m not sure he can see it the way I’m still bent over. His fingers dig into my flesh. “Words, Wren. Do. You. Understand?”

“Yes, daddy, I’m not allowed to come.”

He thrusts inside of me in one hard stroke. I bite my lip to stifle a groan. I have no idea how I’ll keep from coming. The feel of him inside of me, especially when I anticipate getting fucked hard almost makes me come instantly.

I squeeze the bench hard enough to pinch against my fingers. Both of his hands are on my hips and he proceeds to take me hard. It’s glorious and frustrating because I’ve never wanted to come so much in my life. He sounds like an untamed beast behind me grunting and groaning with each stroke of his cock.

I turn my head and see his reflection in the glass. His muscles strain and bulge. I have to bite the inside of my cheek again to force my orgasm back. I might cry with the effort not to come.

“Your cunt is so tight. I feel it start to flutter, but you are holding back. You know why you don’t get to come this time, right?”

“Yes, daddy,” I pant. It’s getting harder to hold back.

His large hands pull me back onto his cock as hard as he’s thrusting his hips. Our wet flesh slaps together, and my eyes roll back into my head. I’m not going to survive this. I’m going to die of a denied orgasm.

“This is lesson number one. I told you earlier that you’re mine, and you didn’t believe me. I showed you in my bed that I’m yours, but you still aren’t accepting this. So now, I’m going to prove to you who owns this pussy by using it for my pleasure, and not letting you come.”

One hand slips around to rub my clit, and tears start to roll down my face with the effort I’m exerting not to come. I start to think he wants me to lose, but before I am forced over that cliff, he stops. As soon as my pussy isn’t pulsing like it was, he repeats stroking my clit. I’m grunting in time with his thrusts, but somehow I manage not to come when I feel his hot release spill inside of me.

I’m shaking, and tears are slipping down my face when he pulls out and turns me around, but I’m also proud of myself because I did what he told me to do.

He smiles at me, and I feel like I could fly. “Good girl,” he coos, and strokes his hand through my hair. Griffin guides my shaking body to turn around and sit on the bench. “I did promise you’d be rewarded if you did as you were told.”

I have no idea what he has in mind. His dick hangs heavy and spent between his powerful thighs. He’s got stamina, but even he needs some time to recover. I can’t wait that long. My skin tingles, and I feel like I’m hot all over.

Griff kneels between my thighs and pushes his shoulders under my knees. His mouth latches on to my clit, which is swollen and overly sensitive from being teased over and over again. Two of his large fingers plunge inside of me, and he fucks me as ruthlessly with his hand as he did his cock. When he adds a third finger and sucks hard on my bundle of nerves my entire body starts to shake. I can’t hold back much longer. He pulls his mouth away. “You’re allowed to come now, baby bird.”

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