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“No. Not tonight. Tonight, I’m just going to deal with your naughty little asshole. But don’t worry, love. By the time I’m through punishing it, you’ll be one sorry little girl,” he answered.

I took a deep breath, bracing myself. My clit throbbed with unfulfilled desire, the heat between my legs growing with everysecond that passed. I was soaked, desperate for some sort of release, but I knew it wasn’t coming anytime soon.

Ronan shifted behind me, and then his hands were on my ass again, his thumbs spreading me wide. I cried out, but he just opened me that much more, fully exposing my asshole to his view. I could feel him staring down at me and that simply made me blush that much hotter.

I felt him move again, and then his hands disappeared. A moment later, his palm pressed against the small of my back, steadying me. My body tensed, anticipation humming under my skin as he reached down, his fingers trailing over my slickness, coating themselves in the evidence of my arousal.

And then he brought his fingers up, pressing them against my tightly clenched hole.

I couldn’t help it when I tensed, but he didn’t push into me right away like I expected. Instead, he circled my ring of muscle, slowly, surely.

I struggled with embarrassment and arousal as he teased me there. I tried to pretend it was my pussy he was touching, but that didn’t work because all I could think about was that it was my asshole he was rimming and how much a deep, dark part of me was enjoying it.

He teased me that way for a while longer until all I could feel was pleasure radiating through my every limb. I gasped when his finger finally pushed against me. The pressure was intense, and I could feel my muscles trying to resist him. But he was patient, and eventually, he broke through.

I couldn’t help the small whimper that escaped me as the first little wave of pain washed over me.

“My goodness, love, you’re getting so much wetter,” he murmured, and my cheeks flamed red hot. I tried to pull away, but his other hand pressed against my hip, holding me in place.

I squirmed, but his grip only tightened. He didn’t let me move, and as much as the invasion stung, his control over me had arousal flooding my system.

I bit my lip, forcing myself to stay still.

He pumped that single finger in and out of me, slowly enough to make me catch my breath as a frisson of pleasure raced straight down to my clit.

Iwasn’tsupposed to like this.

Right?

This was a punishment. I was supposed to feel ashamed that he was punishing me this way.

But I didn’t.

Not even a little bit.

The realization hit me like a bolt of lightning, and I gasped.

My whole body went rigid, and my head spun. I didn’t know what to think, what to feel, what to say. All I knew was that every time he pushed his thick digit into my asshole, the pain mixed with pleasure until I couldn’t tell the difference anymore.

Then he added a second finger, and the pain pinched a bit deeper this time.

“Oh, God,” I whispered, and Ronan chuckled.

“I’m going to fuck this tight little ass with two fingers, love. You’re going to take it like a good girl, aren’t you? Because you need to learn a lesson, don’t you?”

I shuddered, my breath coming in short gasps as he worked his fingers into me, opening up my reluctant hole whether I wanted him to or not.

“Yes, sir,” I gasped, the words slipping out before I could stop them.

It was humiliating, and it was intoxicating. The fact that I was enjoying it only made it worse. Or maybe better. I wasn’t sure.

“Sir, please,” I begged, my body trembling.

“You can’t tell me you don’t like this, sweet girl. I know you’d come in seconds if I touched you right now, wouldn’t you?” he replied, and I knew he was right.

With every thrust of his fingers, the pain grew less, and the pleasure grew more, and soon I was rocking back against him, my breath catching as a small moan escaped me.

And then he added a third finger, working it in me with gradual pressure and easy thrusts. I moaned again, trying not to enjoy myself.

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