Page 51 of Scandalous Contract
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
STEFANIE
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IKNEW HE WAS STILLwaiting for me to tell him whether or not I was enjoying this punishment a bit too much. I refused to tell him what he already knew. So, I remained silent, rebelling against the addiction that I was forming for this man.
“The cat’s got your tongue, huh?” he mumbled, leaning in to press a kiss to the area he’d just spanked.
I squeezed my eyes shut, trying my best not to react. I knew he felt the change in my body. Still, I tried to hide it. I was in denial.
“It’s okay. You don’t have to tell me. I’m learning that you like to hide how you truly feel behind a wall of silence. I’m going to teach you to say what you feel, sweet Stefanie,” he whispered.
How was he planning to do that?Oh, that’s how!Julian's fingers trailed over my ass, then slid between my thighs. I bit back a groan as they slipped between my damp folds, his touch both gentle and possessive as he cupped my pussy.
"You're dripping wet," he murmured, his voice thick with desire as he coated his palm in my essence. "Seems you enjoy being punished, Stefanie."
A shiver coursed through me at his words, and I bit my lip, unable to deny the truth. I couldn’t deny it even if I wanted to. The proof was coating his fingers.
“Couldn’t even make it through a punishment without getting soaked,” he whispered as he slid two fingers into my tight channel.
My fingers tightened in the sheets as I tried to hold my body still. But I knew he could feel my pussy quivering around his fingers.
“I don’t know if this was a punishment or a reward,” he muttered, pressing a kiss to the small of my back.
“Bad girls deserve rewards, too,” I groaned as he slid a third finger into me.
“Does my bad girl think she deserves a reward?” he asked.
“Yes,” I moaned, pushing back against his fingers, causing them to sink deeper into me.
He curled them just right, sending pleasure radiating from my core.
“What reward does my bad girl want?” he asked, fingering me slowly, my arousal reaching levels I wasn’t sure I could handle.
“That cock,” I groaned, wanting his thick length buried deep within me.
He slowly withdrew his fingers from me. I looked back to find him sliding my juices over his already hard cock.
“Face forward,” he ordered.
I obeyed, damn near willing to do anything he asked of me at the moment.Independent woman, my ass!I was dependent on this cock right now! This cock could claim me on its taxes, that’s how much I was depending on it and the pleasure it could bring.
I moaned as he guided the head of his cock through my slickness, dragging it between my folds, teasing me. Then, he pushed in. My mouth fell open in a soundless cry. My arms buckled a little as his cock filled me, inch by inch, stretching me open again like he owned this pussy. And maybe he did. Because the way my body reacted to him was out of my control.
He kept inching forward until he was fully seated in me, filling me in a way no man ever had before him. His hands gripped my hips as he began to move. Each thrust was deep, slow, and pleasurable as hell.
He stayed buried in me longer with every stroke, never pulling out much, his body close behind mine. And that’s when I realized he wasn’t pulling out at all. He was rocking into me, cock rubbing against my walls, driving me mad with lust.
“You feel that?” he asked, voice low and rough. “That’s me owning every inch of this pussy. Tell me it’s mine, Stefanie.”
“Yes...” I breathed, gripping the sheets as he rocked into me again.
“Say the words,” he ordered.
