Page 94 of She will Always be Mine

I wish we were at home so I could seduce him to let me see his bare chest, and stare at his steel abs that I want to lick, especially that trail of hair leading to his thick cock, which is pushing against his pants right now.

I can’t wait to taste and swallow his cum. I’ve missed it.

“Did you touch your cunt again after I made you cum that night?” he asks while grabbing his belt which he put aside before stripping to his shirt.

“No.”

“Did your little pussy hurt? Did you enjoy spanking yourself?” he rasps and my thighs shake, remembering the sweet burn. Because of him, I can’t look at that ruler the same way again.

“It did but it wasn’t the same. I wanted your hands,” I whisper truthfully.

Like a predator, he prowls to my side and folding his belt, he skims the hard leather over my naked skin, leaving goosebumps in its wake. The closer he brings it to my breasts, the more I twist in anticipation. When he presses the flat side on my right nipple, it delivers pleasure straight to my clit.

He does the same to my other nipple and even though it feels good, something feels missing. He’s teasing me again and I want to scream.

“Riaan… stop torturing me,” I whine.

Whoosh.

Slap.

My back arches at the sharp sting on my right breast and I scream but the sound never echoes because he covers my mouth with his hand. I stare up at him in shock and notice that he’s biting his lip in hunger. My heart races behind my ribs and slowly, the pain ebbs into a soft and warm sensation.

Another hard spank kisses the same nipple. The sting is sharper in intensity due to sensitivity.

Spank.

Spank.

He does the same to my neglected nipple and tears leak from the corner of my eye while his hand is still silencing my cries of pleasure. He only eases back for a second so I can breathe before spanking me again.

“My dirty little girl is so pretty.” He grunts, his expression wild and predatory. “Your tits were made to be slapped.”

I watch as he unfolds and then wraps the leather halfway around his fist, then without any warning, he slaps both of my tits together and my eyelids close.

“Eyes. On. Me,” he growls while pulling my hair. “Close them again and I’ll make sure everyone hears your scream.”

Afraid of his threat, I do as he says while he alternates between punishing my nipples until all my senses are heightened and attuned to his. I lose track of time. And with each spank, the pain twists into mindless pleasure until I feel my orgasm building in my core.

This twisted need—the freedom to submit until I have nothing in mind—is what I craved while I was gone. In this moment, I’m nothing but his.

No lies. No monsters. No fears.

Just him and I.

“Riaan.” I moan his name when he pulls his hand away and I gasp, sucking in oxygen. I don’t even realize my fingers are clutching his wrist while he caresses my skin. When I look down, I see the imprint of his belt on my breasts.

“You were going to cum, weren’t you?” he taunts, his lips tilting to the side and yet his face doesn’t soften. I blush because he’s right. I was so close when he stopped. But I’ll be damned before I give him the satisfaction by feeding his ego. “If you beg nicely, maybe I’ll let you.”

“Now who’s the one lying?” I taunt and he chuckles low.

Pinching my sore nipple until I whimper, he says, “You certainly won’t now, little girl. Not until I’ve punished the brattiness out of you. Now be a good little fuck toy while I fuck your swollen tits.”

Using his grip on my ponytail, he moves me to a lower bench where he can easily fuck me. The height of the seat perfectly aligns me to his waist while he only needs to bend a little. The erotic things he makes me do has me spellbound, excited, and horny.

How fitting. He’s teaching me a lesson in a classroom.

A fantasy I didn’t even know I had until now.

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