Page 49 of Punish Me

“Because you dared to question me, you’ll be punished for your disobedience. If you hesitate a moment longer, it will be ten times worse,” I tell Bryn as I lean closer.

Bryn inhales and then nods.

I stand and leave the room, and she’s right behind me.

“Where are y’all going?” Brayden asks, his tone suspicious.

“We’ll be right back. I need to review something with her on this casino project we’re working on.”

“Yeah, she told me about that. I can’t wait until it’s finished,” Shayla says, wearing a smirk that I can’t interpret. She and Bryn exchange a surreptitious look.

“It’s about time we got something like that here in Ocean Falls,” Brayden chips in, his concerns allayed as he turns back to the TV complaining about a commercial.

We head out of the room and up the stairs. There are a few people up here grabbing some fresh drinks. I turn right and head down the hallway towards the bathroom.

“Where are we going?” she hisses.

Reaching back, I grab her hand and tug her along behind me without answering her question. When I get to the bathroom, I push the door open, drag her inside, and then close and lock the door.

“What are you doing? Are you crazy? If someone says something to Bray or he sees us, he’s going to hit the roof,” Bryn freaks out.

I pull her soft body against my hard one, wrapping my arm around her, covering her mouth with mine, and swallowing her protests.

Bryn groans under my kisses as my hands drop down to cup the backs of her legs. I slide my hand up and under her skirt. Jerking her waistband away from her hips, I drag it down and break our kiss.

“What are you doing?” she hisses as I pull her left leg up and then her right to remove the thong from her feet.

I pocket the thong and ask, “What does it look like I’m doing?”

I push her legs apart, and she pushes my head away.

“Stop! We can’t do this here, Ambrose. Besides, what about my proposal for us not to have sex.”

My fingers press into her thighs, forcing them apart. When I get my first sniff of her sweet pussy I don’t hear another word she says. Pressing my head further under her skirt, I swipe my tongue through her wet flesh, slicking it over her folds, and then back up to lick around her clit.

Her fingers pinch my shoulders as she holds on to me.

“Oh, my God, Ro! You have to stop,” she moans while clamping her legs around my head to keep me locked in.

I suck, and she rocks her hips in slow circles. I can feel her pulsing on my tongue as it penetrates her sex. I slide a finger inside of her pussy, slowly working it in and out as I suck her lower lips and swipe my tongue down her sex.

Bryn’s breath hitches as she moans her pleasure. I slide another finger inside of her as I gobble up her sweet juices. I don’t want to stop, I don’t want her to cum, and I don’t want this to end.

She’s so soft, wet, and hot, and she’s all that I want, now and forever.

Bryn’s legs gap open, and she squats, sitting on my face and making my bliss complete. With one hand, she clutches the edge of the counter, and with her other, she braces herself against the wall, and she works my face over.

My dick is pounding in my jeans, begging to be released, but I won’t. I’ll hold myself up to what she’s proposed, but she deserves this release.

Someone knocks on the door and calls, “Hey, I’ve gotta use it.”

Bryn’s eyes pop wide open, and I pull back briefly, press a finger to my lips, and say, “Sorry, dude. I’ll be in here for a minute.”

“Oh, shit. Okay. Make sure you spray,” the man says before leaving.

I recognize his voice as a light skin guy with dreads.

“We have to stop,” she hisses, pushing me away again.

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