Page 104 of The Enforcer

As he rolled the tips of his fingers along the inside of one leg, I sensed the pressure building, the hunger exploding deep within my core.

“So wet for me,” he gritted out. “Your pussy lips are swollen. I love that.” He dared rake the tips of his fingers across both and I instantly gathered a whiff of the yearning that he’d awakened.

Damn him.

How many times did I need to think such hateful thoughts? He swirled one finger around my clit before driving it deep into my tight channel, pumping several times. I was drawn to what hewas doing, stretching my neck so I could gaze on his pinched face.

I was more lightheaded than before, the pleasure rocketing through me. The powerful man could easily make me come with a single finger. But he stopped just short of allowing me relief.

His eyes were dilated and he brought his finger to his mouth, dragging his tongue along one side before shoving it into his mouth.

I was forced to watch as he sucked and moaned. And I was completely mesmerized.

Damn the man.

Damn the hunger.

Damn the need.

When he brought the belt down again, I jumped almost all the way off the chair.

Christos pressed his hand against my back, keeping me from falling. “What do you say?”

“Three… Sir.”You fucking asshole.

“Now ask for the last strike.”

He was definitely having fun with this. I sucked in and held my breath for a few seconds until the sensations of pain dissipated. “Please, my handsome sir. Can I have my last strike of punishment? I deserve it because I’m a bad little girl.”

“Oh, yes. I will always give you what you want and what you need.”

The last slap of the thick leather managed to catch just a small portion of my pussy lips. There was such a rush of excitement and need that I dropped my head, cinching my eyes closed as I moaned in appreciation.

“Now, I’ll reward you for being a good girl.” He laid the belt against my back and without hesitation, drove all four fingers into my pussy, his thumb into my asshole.

“Oh, God.” I pushed up from the chair, arching my back as he thrust long and hard, using the same rhythm as he did when spanking me. My body writhed, my mind blown by how incredible the vibrations were after being spanked harshly.

I felt the heat of his body as he finger-fucked me, using the fingers of his other hand to caress my back. I kept my eyes closed, allowing the incredible prickles of white-hot heat turn into licking flames.

Soon, my body reacted just as he knew it would, an orgasm rushing up from my core. I opened my mouth, incapable of holding back a scream, but there was nothing but a slight strangled sound.

“That’s it, little angel. Good things happen to very good girls.”

There was a sexy smugness in his voice that was strangely attractive. Too much so.

He continued pumping his fingers until I finally came down from the high.

Only when my body stopped shaking did he ease me off the back of the chair, tenderly pulling me into his arms.

His eyes remained dilated as he brushed hair from my face. His breathing was as labored as mine and the electric jolts more palpable than normal.

“You are so very special to me,o ángelós mou. I never want anything to happen to you.”

“I won’t attempt to escape again. But we will need to talk in a few days about my job in New York. They won’t appreciate I’m MIA.”

“Understood.” He pressed his lips against my forehead. “Se péfto variá. To na se afíso na fýgeis tha me katastrépsei.”

“What does that mean?”

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