Page 10 of Vow of Vengeance

Now, this sweet, young girl is lying over my lap, her body warm and soft against me, and all those other women are forgotten. She’s mine.Allmine. I cup her ass, holding her perfect curve in my grasp. I want to see my handprints on her porcelain skin.

I spank her, a smack focused on the center of one cheek. She gives me a gasp and moans. I spank her again, hearing the satisfying sound once more. I’m rewarded with yet another moan and two rosy handprints rising on her ass.

She squirms against me, her body rubbing my already rousing cock. Knowing she can feel how much she turns me on makes more blood pulse through my throbbing cock.

“Your skin turns such a pretty shade when I punish you.” I spank her again on the other cheek, then add two more hard smacks in quick succession. She groans in pain—the spanks sharp and stinging against her naked skin.

I want to feel more of her. I rest my hand on her ass, taking in the heat from her skin. “I want to feel how turned on you get from being punished,” I say, my fingers creeping between her parted thighs. “I want to know how wet I make you.”

Her body tenses, and she grips the blanket, trying to look at me over her shoulder. “Don’t you dare touch me there!”

“I told you: you belong to me now. I can touch you anywhere I want to.” I push between her ass cheeks, my fingers inching their way to her entrance, feeling the heat and slickness there. God, she feels so good. Turned on by how aroused I’ve made her, a deep moan rises from the back of my throat. “You’re so wet for me.”

She moans in shame.

I circle her clit with my fingertip that she coated while teasing her with my words. “I love how quickly your body responds to me. I love how hard your nipples got from being made to strip in front of me. I love how wet you are from being laid over my lap and punished like a naughty little girl.”

“Stop. Please,” she begs, her hips writhing, greedy for more.

I hold my pressed-together fingertips at the brink of her tight entrance. “You want my fingers inside of you, pretty girl?”

“No…” She pressed down against my fingers, wanting me inside her. “I don’t want you anywhere near me!”

“Your body betrays you.” I push my fingers past her tight opening, filling her. Her muscles squeeze around me. I stroke her slick, velvety walls. Her pussy tightens around my fingers—heat and wetness—as she whimpers with pleasure.

She bucks against my lap. She’s greedy—hungry for more. I read her body and follow her lead, touching her the way she wants, the way she craves, till she’s riding on the cusp, so close to the sweet relief of release.

I stop.

My fingers remain inside her, unmoving.

A moment of quiet fills the room, both of us still. Finally, she peers over her shoulder, panting. “Why—why did you stop?”

“You said you don’t want me anywhere near you,” I grin. Torturing her is so much fun. “Have you changed your mind?”

“Ugh…yes…I mean, no! Never!” She tries to remain still so that she’s not giving in to me, moving against me to take the frictionher body so desperately needs. Despite her best efforts to resist me, her pussy tightens around my still fingers.

“Why can’t you ask me for what you want?” I give her one single stroke. She moans in desperation. “And don’t forget to say ‘sir.’”

“No.” She gives a weak whimper.

“So stubborn. Maybe a spanking will change your mind.” She tenses as I slip my fingers from her. I give her ass a few hard smacks. “Greedy girl. Ask me for what you want.”

“Please,” she whimpers, her hips twisting. “Touch me.”

I spank her ass again. “You’re forgetting something.” My fingers sneak back to her pussy, circling her swollen clit.

“S... SIR,” she cries, moving against me. “Please. Touch me, sir.”

“Good girl. Now, you may come.” I stroke her ass, enjoying her skin, warm and pink from my hand. “But not like this.”

Lifting her hips, I move out from under her, turning her naked body over onto her back so she’s lying on the bed. Her long hair splays out around her, almost as black and shiny as waves of dark water. Her cheeks are flushed, pink blooming against porcelain skin, her lips red. The three strands of pearls lay woven around her neck.

She looks like an angel.

Slipping my hands under the backs of her thighs, I part her legs. Kneeling on the floor in front of her, I drag her to the edge of the bed. “I want to taste you.”

She pops up on her elbows, eyes wide with anxiety. “No. I don’t like that stuff.” Vehemently, she shakes her head.

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