Page 27 of Red Velvet

"Answer me!"

His command is accompanied by another finger, causing me to squeal as he forces it inside next to the other. I'm so unbelievably wet. I don't think I've ever been this wet in my entire life.

But why?

He’s asking an intriguing question. I can't possibly be this wet from the incredibly painful whipping he just gave me, can I? It can't be. It must be more than that.

"No reply, huh?" he growls behind me, an ominous threat lacing his voice. "Fine."

Disappointment washes over me when he pulls away, leaving me empty and exposed while he moves through the room.

I lift my head, turning to try and see where he's going, but as soon as I do, he snaps, "Don't fucking move!"

I turn my gaze away from him, back to the crimson darkness in front of me. Keeping my head low and my back arched, I listened as he rummages behind me. It sounds like he threw the flogger aside.

Is he fetching a new one? A more painful one? Am I getting punished for not giving him a verbal response to his question?

My heart races at the thought, unsure whether I could even cope with another whipping. My ass is still throbbing, the skin aching and sore. If even the gentle touch of his hand felt like that, what would another flogger or whip feel like?

But when I hear the tearing of plastic behind my back, I realize that's not what's coming for me.

There's no time for the realization to sink in, as he's back with me just a moment later, placing himself so closely behind me that his legs are pushing against mine.

I jerk up when his erection pokes against the tortured skin on my ass, but he pushes me back down with one hand, grabbing the hem of my skirt with the other. He tugs at it, the rolled-up fabric digging into my skin.

"Get this off. I want you naked."

I hurry to follow his demand, even though it means having to straighten my upper body, something he repeatedly told me not to do. I move quickly, crossing my arms in front of my chest and pulling the dress up in one swift motion. He doesn't wait until I'm done, pushing me back down while I'm still struggling to get the dress over my head.

My bare boobs meet the leather with brute force, pressing against my erect and sensitive nipples. I have no way to support myself, because my arms are still locked over my head, twisting and turning as I try to get out of the damn dress without ripping it apart.

I manage to free myself just in time before I feel his hard tip pushing against my entrance. Even now, as only the tip of his cock is starting to part my lips, I can tell he must be big. He moves forward, slowly but with intent, his hardness parting my lips with relentless force.

No, he isn’t big. He’s huge!

I wonder if his size would’ve scared me if I’d seen it beforehand. Is that why he never gave me a chance to do so? Was he worried I’d shy away and never let him touch me?

A groan fills the room as he pushes farther and farther, gliding just as easily as his fingers did before, but stretching my channel so much it hurts. I take him in, allowing his length to spread me inch by inch, but when he continues to shove inside, I can’t stop from reaching back, my hand finding his pelvis in an attempt to slow him down.

Of course, that move doesn’t sit well with him.

His hand closes around my wrist, keeping it in a grip so tight I freeze midmotion.

“You wish, little girl,” he hisses, and before I’m able to grasp the meaning behind his words, he rams forward, sending a new wave of agony through my body as his size fills me completely.

I cry out, and this time my response is entirely based on pain. I feel like I’m being ripped apart, somehow losing my virginity all over again, even though that event took place a long time ago.

And it didn’t hurt like this.

“No!” I blurt out, following an instinct but not true conviction.

“Yes!”

Just like before, his verbal response is followed by an immediate action. Even if I wanted to, there would be no way for me to stop him as he starts fucking me without regard to the pain his enormous girth is causing me. He thrusts back and forth in violent motions, his hands holding on to my hips to amplify the impact of his invasion.

I feel helpless against his relentless way of taking me, clinging to the sides of the bench while my skin sticks to the leather as he assaults me from behind. I've never been fucked like this before, with such vicious need, so reckless and predatory.

No one ever lost himself like this.

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