Page 35 of Devious Secrets

The arrogant man doesn’t need more coaxing to strengthen his ego.

One thick finger penetrates me, then a second.

“Alexander. Please.” I press my palms into the dirt and leaves to keep from rolling off the log and falling face-first onto the ground.

“Please, what? Please make you feel good? Or please punish you for being such a naughty girl?” His question gets lost in the pleasure of his fingers stroking me, slowly pumping in and out of my pussy.

He curls his fingers inside me, and it’s too much to ignore.

“Please… this is wrong.”

He leans over me, the warmth and strength of his body pressing me into the rough bark of the log. “Everything about me is wrong.”

Not exactly comforting words.

“But this.” He sweeps his free hand around my waist, easily finding my sensitive, swollen clit. “This will never be wrong.”

I clench my teeth, but it does nothing to hold back the pleasure-filled moan that erupts when he pinches my clit.

The belt goes slack around my throat, but the weight of it is enough to remind me of its presence.

“Fuck, your pussy is so tight, so hot, so wet.” His fingers are gone in the next second and I whine.

Whine!

His clothing shifts and the thick head of his cock presses against my entrance.

I freeze.

“Reach behind and spread your ass cheeks wide,” he directs me, and I’m sure the entire forest will start on fire from the flames in my cheeks.

I can’t do what he says. I can’t.

“The longer you take to obey, the longer I keep your release from you,” he promises.

“I… please don’t make me.” I shake my head, but he probably can’t see me with the darkness as I dangle over the other side of the log.

“I’m not making you. It’s a choice. Obey or not. The consequences of that are up to you.” He pushes the tip of his cock against my pussy, just barely breaking through the entrance.

The belt tightens around my throat again, reminding me I’m not going anywhere. There is no getting away from Alexander until he lets me go.

Mentally kicking myself, I reach back and do as he orders. I pull my ass cheeks apart.

“Good girl,” he coos, and my pussy gets even wetter.

Betrayal. Every bit of my body betrays me.

“Hold this position until I say otherwise,” he instructs, while dropping the end of the makeshift leash and grabbing my hips.

I can barely register his words before he plows into me. The stretch is too much, and I cry out.

“Careful,” he grounds out as though his teeth are clenched. “Hold still. It will ease up in a second.”

I drop my head. I’m full, so damn full. His fingers work over my clit again, rubbing in a soft circle, morphing the discomfort into desire.

“Ah, there you are.” He continues petting my clit while dragging his cock back, almost all the way out of my pussy. I nearly lose my grip on my cheeks when he plows back in.

“So good.” He pinches my clit, then quickly switches to a soft touch, rubbing two fingers in methodically slow circles, driving me to the edge as his cock thrusts into me again and again.

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