Page 88 of Cursed

Smug bastard.

His fingers continued their sinful motions while I forced myself to stay still.

But the moment I relaxed, he pulled his fingers out, and spanked me twice, quickly, one sharp smack on each ass cheek. Before I had a chance to process the shock, he buried his fingers in my pussy again.

I let out a gasp. My ass was hot, and I tensed as he pulled his fingers out of my wetness to prepare myself for another strike. Instead, this time, his fingers sought my clit and flicked at it lightly. I pushed against his hand, trying to get a firmer touch, but he was lightning quick, and slapped my ass four times.

Two strikes on each cheek.

I was breathing heavily as his fingers plunged back inside me.

“That’s it, Avril,” he said in a voice that dripped with lust. “You’ve been playing with things that are beyond you— things you don’t understand. But I’m going to teach you. Will you take more for me?”

My mind could do little else but process the sensations that ripped through my body. More? I wanted that. “Yes...”

My voice was a throaty gasp, and my legs shook, but I didn’t want to move.

Bastian started again, landing several strikes on one side of my ass before moving to the other. The heat builds with staggering intensity and bursts through me, intensifying my arousal. My swollen, shamed pussy finally received its reward as he finger-fucked me until I panted and moaned.

His belt was on the bed beside me.

Gods.

His hand left my spine and in my line of vision, the belt slithered along the bed.

It was only seconds before I yelped at the first strike, mostly from surprise. But the sting rapidly became a spreading heat.

A different kind of heat.

My breath hissed through my teeth as I processed the sensation, and then the belt came down on my ass a second time. The strike was no harder, and no softer than the first, but now my ass was on fire.

Two more came in quick succession, short and sharp.

They stung.

I cried out with a long wail I scarcely recognized.

My ass was alive with blazing heat.

Pain and pleasure.

My pussy throbbed and wetness coated my inner thighs.

I fell forward and pressed my face against the coverlet so he couldn’t see the tears that streamed down my cheeks.

Bastard.

I hated how much I loved it.

The belt hit the hardwood floor, and the hand that swung it slid between my thighs, and his fingers were gentle against my slit.

“So wet,” he murmured.

He pressed against me and his body absorbed the heat that radiated off my ass.

His cock throbbed between my ass cheeks and I wanted him inside me. I wanted him to fill my pussy and fuck me until I couldn’t breathe.

Bastian’s hands were on my hips, firm but gentle. “Do you want me to fuck you?”

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