Page 51 of Captivated By Danger

He swatted me.

“God!” I cried out, trying to straighten my legs out.

“See. Relax.”

“How can I relax?” I hiss. “You’re spanking me as hard as you fucking can! In the same fucking spot!”

“As hard as I can…” he spanked me harder.

The sound of that smack bounced around the truck.

“Agh! Sir, please! I’m sorry!”

“Eventhatwasn’t as hard as I can. That mouth is going to get you fucked up.”

“I’m sorry!”

When he pressed the paddle against my other ass cheek, I sighed a sigh of relief.

“Oh,” he perked up, leaning over my ass, letting the seat up a little.

The material of his t-shirt felt cool against my ass. As he lifted me up, the seatbelt started getting tighter and tighter. When I thought he was about to unbuckle me, he grabbed me by my hair, making me look up and out the back window. Abel stood near the driver’s side of his car with his phone pressed to his ear. He had his hand locked in my hair tight, so I had no choice but to keep looking out the window.

He nipped at my ear before asking, “Does he know what kind of slut you are?”

He swatted me.

“Sir, please!”

“A nasty slut. A slut that’s getting off on being watched while getting spanked. I can see your pussy getting wet.”

My eyes watered. Even though the swats hurt, it didn’t stop my pussy from throbbing. My slit was filling up with my juices. Not only could I feel it, but I could also smell it.

“You want him to know? I could let the window down and call him over.”

Shaking my head, I tried to look down at the floor, but he pulled me back up. The thought of Abel watching this happen to me shouldn’t make me hotter than I already was. What he was doing to me turned me on and I was so ashamed to admit it.

“You like this shit, don’t you, slut?”

He swatted me.

My pussy throbbed so bad. Out the window, Abel was looking toward the truck. I closed my eyes and Diesel yanked my head, making me open them. He swatted me again.

“Look at him. Don’t you like being watched, Ms. Greysen?”

When I blinked, water slipped down my face. My body was on fire. If he even plucked my pussy, I’d orgasm.

“Oh, you’re a weak slut. Concede,” he commanded.

“No!” I pushed back against the seatbelt, praying my thong would move to give me a little friction against my clit. I was about to explode.

He swatted me again. “No?”

I moved again. “I want to cumm,” I pleaded.

My ass was damn near numb, and he didn’t care, and I didn’t either honestly. Diesel brought his face next to mine.

“Look at him,” he whispered. “You think he could make you feel like this?”

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