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“You wanna play little girl games with me? I’m gonna punish that ass for bad behavior,” he stated and brought his hand down on my bare ass again.

“I’m a grown-ass woman,” I argued and continued to wiggle.

“Oh, you’re a grown-ass woman now? Stop playing muthafuckin games with me then, Ember, and take yourspanking like a grown-ass woman,” he replied and spanked my ass again.

That wasn’t what I expected at all when I’d set out to seduce him. Whereas it was my hope that I would turn him on, it seemed that I’d pissed him off instead. What the hell was wrong with this crazy ass man?

Of all the men that I’d dated, I had never seen any of them behave the way that Priest did. He was an enigma that I couldn’t figure out. For three days, I followed him around the house as much as he allowed me to. I talked with him and asked him questions about the MC and about his house. He didn’t answer me as much as I hoped that he would. He willingly spoke about his house and the dogs but not about the MC.

“Don’t hit me again!” I shrieked.

Priest’s hand rubbed my ass. The action brought a nice soothing touch to what he’d done before, and surprisingly, it calmed my furious ass down.

“Why, Ember? You afraid that you might like it?”

I bit my bottom lip and squeezed my eyes tight against the truth of his words and the underlying presence of the sting from where he had spanked me. I was also trying to drown out the way that I felt at how he had shortened my name.

Priest dragged his hand over the curve of my ass. When he got to the underside of it, he cupped the curve, and it wasn’t lost on me that it fit perfectly in his hand.

“You trying to seduce me, Ember? You know how many fucking whores drop to their knees to suck me off daily?”

That shit burned deep inside and made me want to jump up and fight. But he must have suspected my reaction wouldn’t be positive because he pressed down on the middle of my back to keep me in place. His hand slowly rubbed my ass again.

When I felt my pussy leak like a faucet, I squeezed my eyes closed. I didn’t want him to know that, but there was no way thatI could keep that secret. His hand was right down there, and he would feel it soon.

“Look at that. You’re leaking like a waterfall. Watch Priest make that pussy cum.”

Why the hell did he sound so angry when he spoke, but it had the power to turn my body on at the same time? He was a commanding asshole, but for some strange reason, my body liked it. Maybe because I was grateful that he hadn’t forced himself on me. Or was it because he had saved me from the others who were salivating over me at the clubhouse? Better yet, maybe because he’d shot my traitorous ass father in the knees. Yes!

That was what it had to be.

“Where’s your head going to, Ember? I want your focus right here,” he declared. Priest gripped the back of my head with one of his large palms and turned my face toward his erection.

His dick was huge. It pressed into my face, and I couldn’t imagine him taking me with that, let alone using any type of force on me. A woman would have to be willing to give herself to him, and she would have to be open to whatever he proposed and extremely turned on to slip that monster up in her shit, unless the woman had loose ass walls.

“That’s it, baby, drool. ’Cause your ass gonna drool all over this dick.”

His fingers found my opening, and when he plunged his fingers inside of me, my pussy walls gripped his fingers gratefully. It was like my walls had been waiting for his presence for a while. They suctioned him so deep inside of me that they threatened to never let go.

“Damn, baby, you’re right. Your name ain’t Mary. Ain’t nothing sweet and innocent about this pussy. I’ma start calling your ass Venus. These walls like a fuckin’ flytrap. Don’t wannalet a nigga’s fingers go. Can’t wait to feel how tight your walls grip this dick.”

Priest slid his fingers free and placed them in his mouth. My eyes grew wide as his grew heavily lidded. He sucked on his fingers hungrily before he slowly slid them free from his lips.

When he slid his fingers inside of me again, I cried out.

“Oh, shit, Priest.”

“That’s it, baby. Watch this pussy cum for Priest. She’s hungry for what I got to feed her.”

I felt my pussy contract around his fingers as he milked me. Just before I came, he pulled his fingers free and spanked my ass hard three times.

My emotions were all over the place between the glide of his smooth palm over my ass cheeks, the way he attentively fondled my pussy, and the hard slap of his hand against my ass cheeks. I had no idea what I should be feeling, but it was the best experience I had ever had.

That pissed me off. I was supposed to be seducing Priest, but it was the other way around. He had come into this room and immediately taken control of the situation. I had no bargaining room, no negotiating tool, and no leverage at all because my traitorous pussy had switched sides.

“Get on your knees,” he ordered.

I felt ambushed like hell with that command. We’d been getting along so well, and his abrupt, angry command left me confused.

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