“I brought you a treat!” He pulls out of my mouth and walks over to the stairs. He picks up a whip. “I wanted to say sorry for leaving you down here this long without tending to you.” He motions for me to turn around. “Panties down. Dress up.”
I do as he instructs.
“Such a pretty fucking ass!” he growls, trailing the whip over my lower back and creamy globes.
I rock back against it, watching him over my shoulder. “Hit me, Daddy!”
His eyebrows shoot up, but I don’t miss the way his cock twitches. Baron likes to be called daddy. Duly noted! The thought turns my stomach, but the open door behind him is all the motivation I need.
The whip comes down on my ass.
He groans and hits me again. Then again.
I moan as my pussy throbs. “Oh god!”
“You want more?”
“Please!” My ass is on fire but fuck it! I need more!
The whip slice through the air. The pain is unreal but so fucking delicious.
“What do you say when I treat you this nicely?” He strikes me again.
I mewl. “Thank you!”
He tosses the whip down on the floor and drops to his knees behind me. “Did you miss me, alone down here, sweet angel?”
He fucking wishes! “Yes!”
He rubs his dick through my wet folds. “I forgive you.”
I look over my shoulder, my neck straining. “For what?”
“For fucking my son!” He slams into me and grabs my hair in a ponytail.
“Oh, fuck!” I moan, squeezing my eyes shut.
“Good girl! You like Daddy’s cock better, don’t you?”
My pussy clenches. Baron is fucking sick!
“Look at you taking me!” He watches his dick move inside me.
“I want you to fuck me against the wall.”
He slaps my ass and pulls out. “Get up!”
I slide my panties off, then rise to my feet and slowly walk backward. “You make me sick!”
He draws to a halt.
“You think I want you over Rick? You’re a pathetic excuse of a man!” I dart past him.
His dark chuckle makes the hairs on my neck stand on end. “You think you can get away from me?”
I slip on the steps and hit my knee hard, but I jump back to my feet and run up the last few.
“You think you can outsmart me?”