Page 24 of Taken By Him

Can human beings actually burst into flames from humiliation?

“You’re up,” he says to me when I stay quiet. What am I supposed to say?

I start to sit up, but he puts his hand out. A signal to stay put.

“Obviously, an ass whipping won’t get through to you,” he says with a sadistic smile. “How do you feel?” His question throws me for a second. It’s what he does best, drags me one way then tosses me the other.

“I’m okay.” I don’t elaborate. My ass is sore, and my mind is a little fuzzy, but all in all I’m peachy.

Why am I so relaxed?

“Good.” He leans forward, his elbows pressed into his knees and his hands dangling between his legs. He’s holding something, but I can’t tear my gaze away from him to look. Whatever it is, I’ll deal with it.

“Do you know what this is?” he asks, putting the device in my line of vision. It’s a vibrator. He’s holding a goddamn vibrator.

“I do,” I say, feeling the hot rush to my face.

“There are other ways to punish, Kasia. Spanking won’t work with you, and we will explore that later, once I have your obedience and your loyalty. But pleasure can be punishment too.” He gets up from the chair and moves to the bed. There’s enough space for him to sit beside me. When I try to curl up, to roll away, he places his heavy hand on my stomach, stilling me.

He grabs the hem of my dress and flicks it upward until I’m exposed. I fling my hands down, trying to cover myself, but he brushes them away.

“No, Kasia. Bad girl,” he says and rests his hand over the small patch of curls. “Keep your hands to yourself.” He pulls my left leg toward him then shoves my other leg away. I’m open, exposed, and too shocked to do much else but obey.

“You’re...” the insult forming in my brain dies away when he spanks his hand over my pussy.

“I would watch my mouth if I were you right now, Kasia,” he warns, curling his fingers into my pubic hairs. With a little tug, he has my attention. “I like this little patch. Don’t shave it. Keep it just like this for me,” he instructs me, and I want to scream at him, but I can’t deny the urges boiling inside me either.

“What do you want?”

He quirks an eyebrow. “The same thing I wanted downstairs. I want the truth. What were you looking for and why?”

“I was just using the office.” I try to sound sincere, but by the look of disappointment on his face I’ve failed.

“Have it your way,” he says and flips on the vibrator. The humming sound fills the room right away, and my clit reacts to it immediately. Vibrators are not new to me.

Using two fingers on one hand, he spreads my pussy lips open. The tip of the vibrator touches my clit, just barely, just enough to make my body react. I fist the bedding beneath me. I can’t give in to him. I can’t let him win.

He presses the vibrator harder against me, and it takes every ounce of energy I have not to buck up at it. I want it, I want it harder and faster and I want to come unglued.

“It’s nice, right? Having your pussy played with,” he says softly, leaning over until his hot breath washes over my clit. He moves the vibrator lower, until it teases my entrance. “Tell me,” he says looking up the length of my body at me.

Those eyes, these fucking eyes bore into me.

I grit my teeth and turn away. If I don’t look it will be easier.

Wrong.

His tongue touches my clit, rolls around it and then he sucks it into his warm mouth while he pushes the vibrator just inside my pussy.

I moan, clench my teeth. It’s coming, this buildup of pleasure is mounting and mounting and he’s not stopping. He’s slowly fucking me with the vibrator while he licks and sucks on my clit.

I’m at the very edge, ready to leap off into an abyss of pleasure, when it all stops.

“No!”

He laughs. “Didn’t like that?”

How badly would he hurt me if I slapped him?

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