Page 48 of Bound By My Father's Best Friend

After flippingup the back of my dress, Hector ground his bulge against me and grunted into my ear, “This dress looks so fucking amazing on you.” His warm breath fanned my neck, his lips pressing against my nape.

I pressed my fingers into the wall and peered into the main room.

What were we doing?!

Anyone could walk out from the restrooms behind us or step into this small hallway from the main room, and if they did … then we would have nowhere to go. Nowhere to hide. They’d find us here with Hector’s cock buried inside me.

But, hell, I didn’t want to stop.

Not now.

“Why don’t you take it off me?” I purred.

“Heather,” he growled.

“What?” I hummed, warmth exploding between my thighs. “Are you too afraid that?—”

Hector ripped the zipper down and shoved the dress to my ankles, leaving me completely naked in this small hallway. I arched my back, the pleasure already coursing through my body from his dick against my ass.

He yanked off his tie, pulled my hands above my head, and bound my wrists together. I leaned forward, my breasts pressing against the wall while my ass was nearly a foot from it, grinding up and down on his huge bulge.

“If your father sees us …” he murmured, clicking his tongue.

“He won’t.”

I didn’t know why I was so sure, but there was no going back now. I was in the middle of Hector’s sex club, naked and with his tie binding my wrists together. If Dad walked back here and saw us, we’d both be screwed.

But that wouldn’t stop me from being Hector’s submissive.

The contract was signed.

He grasped my hips and pulled them further back, his fingers sweeping in circles around my bare skin. His lips moved lower on my neck, around my shoulders, and down my spine. “I’m going to make your ass red.”

A moment after his lips met my hip, he slapped my ass cheeks hard. I yelped out, my body jerking forward and my tits bouncing against the wall. He sprawled a hand over my lower back to steady me, then spanked me again.

“You know not to back-talk me,” he said. “Remember what happened last time.”

Warmth spread through my body, and my nipples hardened. “Why don’t you remind?—”

After another hard slap, he wrapped a hand around the front of my neck and yanked me back toward him, his mouth on my ear. “I’m sure you don’t want me to hold your orgasms from you again. Now, spread your legs and take my dick like a good girl.”

Biting back a moan, I pressed my thighs together.

Hector growled into my ear, “Spread. Your. Legs.”

“Make me.”

He chuckled darkly behind me. “You don’t want to do this, Heather.”

“Don’t tell me what I do and don’t wa?—”

Before I could finish my sentence, he slapped my ass hard again and pulled my upper body off the wall with his grip on my neck. I still pressed my thighs together, my cunt aching and drooling in anticipation.

After forcing his free hand between my thighs, he cupped my pussy and pressed his fingers against my clit. I sucked in a sharp breath, shoving my thighs even harder together, yet Hector slipped his fingers inside me instead.

“You’re going to regret this,” he growled against my shoulder.

“I don’t think I’m going to regret anything, Hector. I think you’re going to lose control and fuck me like you’ve been aching to do all day,” I said, a moan escaping my lips as he pumped his fingers in and out of me. “I think you’re going to dump all of your cum?—”

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