Page 38 of Bought and Shared
“What did they say?” Knox forcefully interrupts, setting me back down onto my own two feet.
“They just whistled, and um, said some stuff they wanted us to do to them,” I reply, trying to censor the salacious words and soften the impact a little. The last thing I want to do is make this situation worse than it already is.
Knox’s eyes flame over with rage. “I’ll deal with them later. For now, I’m dealing with you. Turn around and put your hands on the back wall.”
This time, I don’t blush. Instead, I lose all the color in my cheeks at his unexpected command. “What?”
“You heard me,” Knox reiterates. “Pull your dress up around your waist, bend over, and put your hands on the wall. You need to be punished for your defiance. And it’s going to happen right here and now.”
My heart hammering in my chest and embarrassed beyond belief, I turn and obey my master. In front of all these men, knowing they are watching, I bend over, pull my dress up to my waist, baring my buttocks and pussy, and brace myself against the middle of the back wall directly opposite the doors.
The elevator dings and the door slides open to reveal more soldiers. Knox doesn’t even turn. His attention is fixed on me, and so are the eyes of every man in this elevator as well as all those standing outside the now open doors. I squeeze my eyes shut and will myself to disappear.
“Out,” he growls at the men, brooking no arguments.
One of the soldiers grumbles, “We’re about to miss the best part”, as he and the other soldiers grudgingly pile out.
Knox glances behind him and orders the soldiers waiting to step inside to, “Take the stairs,” then slams the heel of his hand down onto the button that closes the doors.
The car jostles as it starts to ascend to its next destination. Before it can land on another floor and admit more people, Knox reaches for a bright red lever that halts the elevator’s upward movement.
Placing pressure on my back, Knox says, “Lean forward and bend over more. Spread your legs. I want to see both your ass and your pussy on full display when I discipline you.”
I do what I’m told. Somehow, my emotions are all jumbled up with my lust. I’m not sure what I want more: to run away, or to let him have his way with me. Despite my shame, deep down, I know what I yearn for. And it’s not to run away.
Arching my back so that my bottom and pussy are exposed to him, I give over to his command.
Smoothing his palm over my rear end, Knox rumbles with appreciation. “Good girl. You take direction so well, Baby. That hasn’t gone unnoticed.”
I should feel ashamed at his praise for my obedience. It should anger me. Maybe it’s my strict upbringing, but I can’t help the streak of pride that zings through my chest over his compliment. I want his assurance. Need it even.
Before I’m able to process what’s happening, his hand lifts from my skin. Then, with a fiery sting, it’s back. The sharp ‘thwack’of his enormous palm against my naked flesh rips through the silent, echoing space, and my whole body stiffens in shock.
Taken by surprise, I squeak out a garbled protest. “Hush, I’ve only just begun,” Knox tells me, alternating sides as he begins to deliver my punishment up and down my rear and upper thighs. He grunts each time his hand lands on my bare skin. I quickly lose count of the spanks as I try to absorb the burn of each swat. They seem to increase in intensity with every stroke.
By the time he’s done, my backside is bright red and burning from his efforts. Knox smooths his calloused hand over my heated skin. It’s strange, switching so suddenly from pain to pleasure. My nerves are on edge, as I don’t know what to expect. However, my pussy isn’t confused at all. She’s dripping and eager for more of a pounding than even my backside got, and she wants it now.
Like he can read my mind, Knox dips his finger into my honeyed center and hums with approval. Bringing his dripping digit up, he shows me the evidence of my arousal. “My girl responds to punishment well. I think she likes it more than she’s willing to admit.” He sucks my juice off his finger with a long “Mmmmm”.
I’m not sure if it’s the punishment, my years of repression, or the magnetic man behind me, but there’s no denying I’m turned on. My body doesn’t lie. I’m slick and ready for whatever Knox wishes to do to me. Eager and willing beyond reason to take whatever my Master wants to give me.
Reaching around to my mound, Knox finds my clit and begins to work it in slow, concentric circles. Arching my back, I let out a loud, long moan. I’m not sure what power this man has over me, but it feels like a mystery I’ll never solve. In truth, I’m not even sure I want to.
“You need to cum, Baby?” Knox bends way down to whisper into my ear, snagging his teeth on my lobe as I climb up the mountain of bliss I’m about to jump off.
“Yes!” I plead, still maintaining the position he put me in. “I need to cum so bad, Master.”
“Good. I want you to take every inch of my fat cock in that sweet cunt of yours. I’ve thought about nothing else all day.”
Knox moves behind me and I hear the whisk of a zipper as he frees his massive cock. Anticipation has every muscle in my body tightening up when he suddenly grabs me around my waist and lifts me up. “Brace your hands against that wall, Aurora,” he instructs, and I scramble to obey him as I try to regain my balance now several feet off the floor.
He slides his enormous hands down over my hips to my legs, and wraps them around my thighs, pulling them wide open and wrapping my legs around his hips, holding me up like a wheelbarrow. He’s so hard, the engorged head pulses with excitement as he lines himself up with my tight slit. I feel the tip of his cock sluicing through my juices. My pussy loves the sounds. It spasms and the violent shudder reverberates throughout my body.
“Fuuuuuck!” Knox groans as he seats himself to the hilt in one definitive thrust. His hands grip my thighs, pulling me tight against him. “Despite fucking you all last night, I don’t think I’m going to last. You feel better than anything I’ve ever felt before, Aurora. Your pussy is magic.”
I’ve no interest in lasting. I’m only concerned with breaking. I want to come apart so badly I feel it in my teeth. It’s disturbinghow much I want this release. It’s as though my whole world hinges upon it. Without it, I’m lost.
Needing the friction, I push back against him. I’m so close to finishing, I feel like I’m practically feral.
