Page 49 of Bound By My Father's Best Friend

Hooking two fingers into my pussy, he tilted my head to the side and toward the door, then shoved his hips into mine, sending me stumbling forward and directly in front of the door. So, if anyone looked over … they’d see me.

Naked and bound.

“Hector!” I snapped.

Heat coursed through my body. I never—ever—wanted Dad to see me naked in a sex club that he apparently attended, but the thought of being caught with Hector did something to me. Something oh-so bad.

Instead of pulling me back behind the doorway, Hector slammed his fingers deeper into me. Pumping them in and out. Grinding his bulge against my bare ass. He released his grip on my neck and undid his zipper.

Within a moment, he whipped out his huge cock, bent me all the way forward so my bound wrists dangled near my ankles, and slammed into me. My tits bounced, and a loud moan escaped my mouth.

“Hector,” I cried. “He’s going to see.”

“Apologize.”

“No.”

He slammed into me harder, and a louder cry escaped my mouth.

“Apologize to your Master.”

“Hec—”

He grabbed a fistful of my hair and yanked it back until he could press his mouth against my ear. “If you don’t apologize to me right now, I’ll rip off my belt, wrap it around your pretty little throat, and walk you like a pet out into the main room.”

Warmth exploded through my body, and I clenched around him.

One moment passed. Then another.

Then, suddenly, Hector pulled out of me and shoved me to my knees.

“I’m sorry,” I begged. “Please don’t.”

He ripped off his belt and wrapped it around my neck, buckling it on the tightest hole.

I placed my bound hands on his cock and stroked him quickly, desperate for him to forgive me. My pussy was drooling all over the floor. I jerked him faster and faster, nipples aching as he yanked up on the belt.

“I’m sorry, Sir. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m?—”

Before I could get out another word, he shoved his dick into my mouth. It slammed against the back of my throat and choked me.

“Show your Master how sorry you are for disobeying him.”

I wrapped my hands around the front of my throat and squeezed around the bulge of his cock deep inside it. Through teary eyes, I stared up at him and stroked it up and down, swallowing again and again around it.

“I’m sorry,” I gargled, the words muffled.

Hector groaned, his eyes rolling back and his body stiffening the way it did right before he came.

“I’m sor?—”

He slammed his dick deeper down my throat as spit ran down my chin and came inside me. After a few more thrusts and grunts, he pulled out of me. I fell forward onto my hands, and Hector crouched in front of me.

“You will learn not to be a brat,” he said, picking me up. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”

CHAPTERTWENTY-SIX

HECTOR

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