Page 57 of Dance of Ruin

“Keep pretending you hate this, Naomi. I’ll just keep proving you wrong.”

Her hands are still bound behind her back with the ribbon. Her body is quivering from the spanking, from shame, from the feeling of my fingers sliding through her soaked pussy, filling the room with the wet sound of her lies.

And I haven’t even really started yet.

“Get back on the desk,” I say quietly.

She hesitates, blinking rapidly. Then she scrambles up; it’s a little awkward with her wrists still tied. I step in and catch her when she nearly slips, gripping her by the waist and hoisting her like she weighs nothing.

Her skin is fever-warm. Her thighs tremble as I make a few adjustments, positioning her exactly how I want her.

Like my own personal littlefuck toy.

When I’m finished, she’s lying on her back across the desk, her feet flat against the surface, knees raised.

Legs apart. Completely open for me.

Completely mine.

I look down at her—at the flush spreading over her chest, at her dark, rosy nipples, tight and aching, at the pure, trembling need etched across her face even as she valiantly tries to hide it.

At the pinkness between her thighs, and her swollen, glistening pussy.

I reach down and undo my belt. Naomi’s eyes go wide and her mouth hangs open in a mix of shock, nerves, fear, and lust as I undo my pants, reach inside, and wrap a hand around my fat cock.

“Are—” Her words catch as her face flames. “Are you going to fuck me?” she whispers.

It’s a little fearful.

A little bit innocent.

And hugelydesperate.

Itbreakssomething in me.

She doesn’t know what she’s asking for, not yet.

But she will.

I pull out my swollen, thick cock, my hand wrapping around the base and giving it a slow stroke.

Naomi’s jaw fuckingdrops, her eyes lasering in on my dick as I grin smugly.

What can I say? I’m blessed.

…And pierced, while we’re on the subject.

Naomi sucks in a breath so sharp she could cut herself on it,staringat my cock.

I just stand between her spread legs, stroking myself, letting my gaze drag over her flushed, trembling, taut body.

Slowly, I bring my cock to her pussy. I don’t push inside. Not yet. I just let her feel it as I roll my hips and glide my swollen shaft through her messy lips.

Her hips twitch upward, as if her body’s trying to pull me in all on its own.

“Do youwantme to fuck you?”

She bites her lip so hard, I think she might bleed.

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