Page 22 of Punished

“Yes,” she moans. I take her nipple between my teeth and bite down gently. I want to mark every inch of her. I want every Bryan, Brandon, and fucking Benjamin on this side of Texas to know she is mine. I continue to suck on her nipples, her chest, and neck, leaving marks across her. Claiming what’s mine. I pull down her pants and rip off her panties. She gasps, and I pick her up and set her bare ass on the metal steel of the utility rack behind her. She’s completely naked in front of me. The body of a goddess.

I shove her panties in her mouth and reach for the duct tape above her. Her eyes go wide as panic fills her body.

“Shhhhh.” I cup her face. “Do you trust me?”

She nods.

“Good girl. I promise you’ll like this.”

I find the rope I was looking for and tie her wrists to the bars of the utility rack.

“Breathe through your nose. If it gets to be too much, tap your hand against the bar and I’ll stop.” Once I have secured the restraints on both wrists, I scan her entire body.

“Spread your legs wide,” I say, and she balances on her ass, spreading her thighs apart for me. A fucking masterpiece. Her shaved pussy is already soaking. I run my knuckles over her hard nipples, over her stomach, and then over her clit. I plunge my index and middle finger inside her and feel her wetness devouring my fingers. I slowly thrust them inside her as my thumb circles her clit. I can hear her muffled moans under the duct tape.

“You like that? You want another one, my little slut?”

Heat rushes to her face, and I add another finger, stretching her. She thrusts into them, begging and pleading like her body depends on it. Her arms fight against the restraints as she tries to thrust herself into my fingers. Her eyes begging me to make her cum.

“Not before I get a taste,” I say, as I throw her legs up, angling her so her bottom half is tilted and the restraints pull tighter. I lower my head and lick her soaking cunt. She tastes so good. I was planning to take this slow, but her taste alone makes me mad with need. I scrape my front teeth along her clit, moving her arousal into my mouth. She is so wet. I squeeze her ass, bringing her closer. I can’t get enough. The smell, the taste, I want it all.

She becomes feral, bucking and pulling on the restraints. I quicken my strokes, licking faster, plunging three fingers back into her and nibbling on her clit. Her body convulses as she rides my face. When her orgasm hits my mouth, I suck in every bit of it, eager to not miss a single drop. I keep licking and sucking on her clit as she rides out her orgasm. Her muffled cries filling up the room. I remove the duct tape and remove her panties.

“This is how sweet your pussy tastes,” I whisper on her lips, then drive my tongue into her mouth. Our tongues swirl, and she’s still panting as she tries to catch her breath. I remove the restraints and help her off the utility rack as her body regains composure.

“Adrian,” she says through deep breaths. She leans against the utility rack behind her for support.

“Thanks for lunch,” I kiss her forehead, and turn to leave, but not before I catch her ear-to-ear smile.

I’m trying to pull myself together, but my body is still in shock. For months, I’ve deprived it, and now it’s had more orgasms than I can count in twenty-four hours. I use my phone to fix my hair and uniform. My bra is salvageable, but he took my panties, so I’m just going to have to roll with it. I head to the front desk and get back to work. I am deactivating keycards when I feel an unsettling presence behind me. I turn around and catch Bryan exiting the restaurant and walking toward the front lobby.

When he sees me, he looks around before making his way to the front desk. My heart is racing, and my hands start to shake. I have not seen this man in person since graduating high school, and even then, I made sure to avoid him and Diana as often as I could.

“Mireya. I didn’t see you when I walked in,” he sayswhen he approaches the desk.

Oh. My bad. I was getting head in the utility closet with the man you used me to help set up. Should have been waiting for you. I stare through him, and when I don’t respond, he continues.

“Listen, I heard Adrian was out. You might want to be careful.”

Well, too late for that.

“What do you want, Bryan?”

“I want to make sure that you keep your mouth shut about being my alibi.”Again, too late.

“Your what?” I turn to see Thalia walking down the staircase. She looks at me and back at Bryan.

“I’m sorry, did I intrude on something?” She crosses her arms and stares at Bryan and me. Thalia doesn’t know about me lying for Bryan the night Adrian was set up. I’m not sure this is the best way for her to find out either. Even if Adrian knows about it, she will see it as a betrayal.

“Nothing at all. Just checking on the party arrangements. Have a nice day.” He winks at me and offers a fake smile before turning to leave.

Thalia is still staring at me.

“What the fuck was that?”

“Adrian already knows.” I’m not sure why, but I feel defensive. She doesn’t take her eyes off me, and I feel thedisappointment radiating off her.

“So, he knows you and Bryan are still talking behind his back?”

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