Page 26 of Filthy and Dirty with my Captors

I crash into her, kissing her, touching her, breathing her in as I growl and land my opposite hand on her soaking pussy. I want to slide inside. I want to feel her warmth and taste her excitement. I want to watch her pretty little face scream out in pleasure until she comes all over my cock, but first, she needs punishment.

“Take those pants off and bend over on the bed.”

“What?” Her cheeks pink as her gaze studies mine.

“Bend over, ass up. You’re getting those spankings.”

“For what?”

“Don’t worry,” I kiss her neck gently, breathing hot air onto the lobe of her ear, “I’ll tell you. Now bend that pretty ass over for me. I need to mark you up.”

My cock aches and the urge to sink inside her grows larger as she stares up at me and pulls down her joggers.

Without a word, she climbs up on all fours and bends her body forward, presenting her big round ass for a spanking.

I rub my hand against my cock, trying to quell some of the ache while simultaneously rubbing her perfect ass with the opposite hand. From this angle, I see the red, swollen lips of hersoft pussy and an iridescent sheen along the seam. She’s excited. She wants the spanking.

“You know why you’re getting this spanking, little girl?”

She sighs. “Nope.”

“Well,” I laugh under my breath and pull back my hand, “for starters, you sold your virginity online to a fuckin’ stranger.” I crack my hand against her bottom, forcing her to jump forward.

I might not make it through this.

She moans, “That’s it?”

“Oh, little girl, I’ve got a list of things you’ve done wrong.” I spank her again sending a rippling shock through her tiny frame. “Locking yourself in the bathroom after you sucked my cock the other day… bad.” I spank her again. “Sucking Owen and Hawk off in my living room… bad.” I spank her again and again, watching as the red marks on her skin grow with each touch.

“Oh my God,” she moans. “I like it… don’t stop. Harder. Spank me harder!”

My chest tightens as need tortures me from the inside out. Of course this filthy little girl wouldlikethe spankings.

Her pussy is a darker red now, and her thick hips are rocking back and forth. She’s as desperate as I am, but I can’t have her. I can’t start this knowing she doesn’t belong to me, knowing she’s hell bent on selling herself to the highest bidder, knowing that this would most likely be a one-time thing.

Leaning in, I hold my frame over hers, breathing in the scent of lavender and honey on her skin. I have no idea how she smells so good given the fact that I haven’t filled the shower with fancy soaps and shampoos, but she does. She smells like a fucking angel. An angel I want to lock out of heaven and do filthy, dirty things too.

“I’m not a good man, little girl. Consider this your warning.” I lean up off her curved frame, resisting the urge to grip her hips and thrust into her over and over again.

“I think you’re a good man,” she says softly.

I stare at her, chest tight as I tamp down the raging impulse to take her. “Well, you’re wrong,” I groan and slam the bedroom door shut.

Chapter Ten

Rosie

I lay back on Moose’s bed in a puddle of desperation trying to breathe in the last of his masculine musk. I’m not sure what just happened, but I need that man…badly.

Never in my life did I think a spanking could be so erotic, but the way each hard spank vibrated through me, I could’ve come.How is that possible?Suddenly, I’m desperate to hear of all the naughty things I’ve done, and I want to be punished for them over and over again.

Honestly, what I really need is all three of them crawling on top of me, making demands, growling my name. The thought of getting on my knees for the guys and feeling their come all over me is going to be something I think about for years… maybe forever. Though, in the fantasy I replay in my head, I’ll picture Moose there with us, spanking me as I do the filthy things that drives him mad.

A fantasy is probably the most realistic conclusion since there’s no way that man could play well with others. Not like that. He’s big, grumpy, and he’s got a streak of jealousy running through him that I’m not sure can be tamed.

I shake my head and refocus on reality. The money needs to be my one and only thought right now. I can’t keep getting distracted by the guys. There’s three hundred grand on the line.

Three hundred grand.

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