Page 109 of Unwrapping Deviance

I catch her in far less time than the first. I knock us both to the dirt in a small clearing hidden by a ring of trees and a boulder. Mira tries to scramble away. Tries to kick out with her feet, but now I have her ankle. I have both her ankles. I have them in my hands, pulled apart in a wide V. Her pussy open and exposed.

“Now what, brat?” I taunt, stretching her wider, opening her further. Making her cry out and buck.

My palm meets the inner flesh of her right thigh.

Her cry sings down my spine. The skin plumps, reddens with the full outline of my palm and all five fingers.

“That was for running,” I growl.

I smack the other side, relishing in Mira’s whimpering pleas. Her little dance as she wiggles in the dirt.

“For elbowing me.” I pinch my lips. “It hurt.”

Tiny brat giggles. Actually giggles at my pain that she caused.

I’m ready to do it again — harder — when I hear the faint rustle of approaching footsteps leading up towards us from the opposite direction. Raised voices fill the space, tangle in the branches and disturb my punishment.

I grab Mira and pin her down when she tries to push up. I wedge my body over hers, keeping her exactly where I want her when these fuckers leave.

She does not agree. She struggles and huffs. Slaps her hands against my shoulders.

“What are you doing?” she hisses trying to swat at me, but I cover her mouth as the voices get closer.

“That was the longest hike in history. Let’s take a minute,” a female voice huffs.

I hear the metal-on-metal screech of a water bottle being opened and the guzzling of water.

Mira is staring up at me with daggers and panic. Her heart thumps against mine in frantic patters of a frightened bird.

Her eyes widen with the shove of my hips between her thighs. She tries to fight it. To push me away. Close her legs.

I almost laugh. Like I’m going to make it that easy.

This is what you wanted, brat,I want to remind her.You ran. You tried to get away from me.

“Show me your tits.”

Her rampant pants stutter. They still against my hand. Her eyes bulge with new horror.

Arousal.

She can pretend outrage all she wants, but she sucks at hiding just how badly she wants to get fucked.

“Now. Or I’ll cut the thing off you and you can walk back to the bike with your pussy out for all to see.”

Anger and defiance darken her features, blows hot against my hand. Hers drop to the hem of her top. They fidget then still when our unaware audience laugh and chat close enough that we can easily hear their conversation.

Mira mumbles something I miss because I was too hyper focused on her hands lifting her covering up her sprawled thighs.

I lift my palm just a fraction to hear her.

“I’m naked,” she licks her pouty lips. “If ... if I lift my top ... it’s everything.”

My cock is on fire. If I don’t get inside her soon, I’m going to embarrass myself.

“Then show me fucking everything, Mira!”

My sweet little prisoner shifts with unease, but tugs the hem up. I watch its climb, watch her soft, pink lips come into view. Her pelvis. I almost cave and take her right there but somehow hang on as she bares her belly. It’s the most torturous strip tease I’ve ever had and I really am ready to tear the thing off her.

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