Page 25 of Caught By the Bratva Boss

I laugh and bring my hand down hard on one of her round cheeks, groaning at the way it bounces and my handprint blooms on her creamy cheek.

“That’s one. You’re getting ten, you little shit.”

I smack her other cheek, giving her a matching handprint before giving her another hard smack that covers both her cheeks. Before I give her a fourth, I slip my hand lower and drag two fingers along her soaking wet slit. She gasps and arches her hips up before she can stop herself and then buries her face against the bed in shame at her body’s betrayal.

“Don’t be too hard on yourself, pet. You may be surprised by this, but I knew your sweet little pussy would be wet and ready for me.”

I give her clit a soft rub before pulling back and giving her two more hard smacks. She lets out a whimper.

“Halfway done, sweetheart.”

Her body shudders, and I can hear her start to cry as she brings her hands up to cup the back of her head, hiding her face even further from view. Before I spank her again, I slide a finger into her pussy and lightly run my other hand over her red ass. I groan at how fucking tight she is. I’d convinced myself that I wasn’t remembering correctly, that her little cunt couldn’t possibly feel that damn good, but I’d been right. She’s perfect, and I’ve never been so damn hard in my life. I finger her slowly, watching her start to rock her hips, so hungry for more.

“Not so bad, is it, pet? I want your ass so sore tomorrow that you can’t sit comfortably because I want you to remember what happens when you run from me, but that doesn’t mean I can’t make it feel good too.”

She moans when I bring my thumb to her clit and lightly rub her.

“Good girl, baby. Five more left.”

“No,” she moans. “No more. It hurts too much.”

“Good,” I say, keeping my finger buried in her pussy as I smack her hard with my other hand. Her pussy clenches around me even tighter, and I promise myself right then and there that I’m going to smack her ass someday very soon while I’m buried balls deep inside her so I can feel her tighten like that around my cock.

“I want it to hurt.” I spank her again. “I watched you climb out of that fucking window. Do you even understand how close you came to seriously injuring yourself or worse?”

“Why the fuck do you care?” she yells, but her voice is muffled and thick from crying so it comes out as more of a pout.

My response is two more hard spanks before sliding a second finger into her pussy, spreading her wide enough to make her gasp. I work her slowly, letting the pleasure mingle with the pain until she’s squirming in my lap and making me grit my teeth to keep from busting a nut like a goddamn teenager. I give her one more spank.

“One more, sweetheart,” I say, noticing how strained my voice sounds. “Look at me, Charlie.”

She shakes her head no and keeps her face buried beneath her arms. I give her clit a soft pinch, making her gasp.

“Charlie, look at me,” I repeat. When she continues to keep her face buried, I add, “Please,” which gets her to slowly turn her head to me. Her face is red and tear-streaked, and I want nothing more than to roll her over and slide into her. “Do you want me to make you come?”

I run my thumb over her clit again, just enough to send a quick rush of pleasure through her while I keep my fingers buried inside her wet heat.

“Do you want me to make you feel good, sweetheart?” I ask again as her eyes go heavy-lidded when I keep rubbing her clit.

“Yes,” she moans, rocking her hips against me. Her red, punished ass rising and falling in a seductive rhythm that’s threatening to drive me crazy.

“Tell me what you thought about in the bath.”

She gives me ayou’ve got to be kidding melook that makes me smile. I roll her wet clit beneath my thumb, encouraging her to talk.

“I thought about you, you insanely stubborn man,” she moans.

I laugh and tease her some more until she’s gasping and whimpering, drunk on need and exactly how I want her.

“Good girl, baby,” I murmur, fingering her even faster. “Let me see you come undone. Show me how much you like having your ass spanked and your pussy fingered.”

She lets out another sexy moan and works her hips even harder, grinding against me as the room fills with the sounds of her wet pussy getting finger fucked. Her whimpers have my head spinning, and the feel of her body squirming against my hard cock is the sweetest damn torture I’ve ever experienced. I rub her clit harder, pushing her closer and closer to the edge, and right before she comes, I bring my hand down, giving her the last spanking as she screams my name and comes hard. Her pussy tightens around my fingers, pulsing with her orgasm. My hand is soaked in her juices, and when she lets out an exhausted sigh and I feel her body relax against the bed, I soften my hand, working her gently, letting her enjoy the aftershocks while she catches her breath.

She turns her head and looks at me. Her face is even redder than before, her hair damp with sweat, and she looks like she’s going to start crying again. “Why are you so mean to me?”

“You think giving you an orgasm is mean?”

“You act like you hate me. You fuck other women and make it obvious you don’t want to fuck me.” She lets out a soft sob and covers her face again. “Why didn’t you just let me leave?”

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