Page 38 of Forgive Me For I Have Sinned

"Take off your clothes."

"Get out."

"I'm afraid that is not the way this works." I gasp when he pulls off my wig and throws it in the corner, tugging my wig cap and releasing my long dark hair. "You won't be needing that anymore." He wraps my hair around his fist and shoves my pleated skirt roughly down my legs.

"What are you doing," I hiss.

"What I asked you to, but you have a problem listening."

"I'm here to do an internship."

He laughs. "Not anymore. Your internship also involves pleasuring me."

"I'm not a whore," I seethe, my nostrils flaring.

He pulls my head back and lowers his lips, licking my earlobe and causing me to squeeze my legs. I can smell his cologne. Spice, man, and sex. "You're my whore now." His hands slide between my thighs, sticky with my arousal. "You're such a bad girl, Veronica. How are you going to try on the lingerie when your pussy is all wet? You'll ruin everything in the store." He swipes his finger over my clit, feeling the evidence of how wet I am. He lifts it up, so I have no choice but to see my arousal on his fingers and then slides them in his mouth, closing his eyes in delight.

I try to get free, utilizing the moment, and surprisingly, he releases the hold on my hair. "You're sick."

He smiles devilishly. "I know. It's what they keep telling me. Try on the black set with the lace."

Once I have the set on, I notice the panties are crotchless. I pick up the nude and the white, and they’re all the same. "You realize that the panties are crotchless."

"Yes, I know. I always want access to your pussy. It also makes it easier to slide things inside." I glare at him through the mirror. "You'll thank me when you bleed." I roll my eyes in annoyance.

He opens the door, and I overhear him tell the woman, "I'll take all of it. Two sets of each. Crotchless. I also need the three-prong toys."

He's buying me sex toys.

"All of them, sir?"

"Yes. She will be taking the set she has on now. I also want multiple sets of thigh-high pantyhose."

I've never worn such expensive or intricate lingerie before. There are about fifty different sets and colors. He's gone mad. I'm sure it's not his first time buying them for a woman, and that fact alone gives me the courage to walk out of the fitting room clad in the lingerie. It's not the first-time people have seen me and I want to defy him.

He does a double take, and the woman handing him the receipt raises a brow and smirks. "Get back inside and put your clothes on." He growls.

I lick my lips seductively. "I thought you wanted me accessible at all times?"

His nostrils flare, and I know I'm like a dangling steak to a lion. He rushes me, and I shrink back in fear when he grips my arm, tugging me back into the fitting room and slamming the door shut. He pushes me against the door, breathing heavily. "You're playing with fire. I think you need to be punished."

He pushes me on the shoulder, forcing me to kneel in front of him. He unbuckles his pants, and the sound of the belt buckle causes me to wince. Images of the bathtub flash, and I close my eyes, bringing my hands together in prayer like I was taught. The memory of pain from the feeling of leather smacking against the skin when I didn't obey.

"What the fuck are you doing?"

"I'm sorry I have sinned. Please don't hurt me."

"I'm not going to hurt you, but you're making it difficult for me not to. Open your eyes," he demands. When I open them, his eyes are blazing in fury mixed with confusion. He pulls his hard cock out and begins to fist himself. "Hold on to me, and don't look away."

He strokes his cock from root to tip. I watch as he masturbates, and he's gorgeous. He bites his bottom lip but doesn't stop staring at me. "Pull your tits out of your bra for me."

I obey.

I slide the lace down under my full breasts, so he can see my aroused nipples lifted high and watch him lick his lips like an animal. He strokes faster, his bottom lip jutting out, veins from his strong neck protruding with the effort as he fucks himself faster. I play with my nipples with one hand while holding on to his hips, digging my nails, and leaving half-moon marks on his inked skin with the other. "I'm going to fuck you so hard in every hole in your body. The scent of my cum will be your new scent," he rasps. "If any man tries to smell you, all they will get is the scent of my cum, then I will kill them for trying."

The head of his cock is engorged and full of blood, but I make sure not to touch it. It would mean I'm giving in. Surrendering. And that is the last thing I will do, surrender. I'm on my knees for him because he has done what no other has done in his world, asked for consent. I could say no and I know he wouldn't do it.

I feel him stiffen, his nostrils flare, his breath coming hard, and I know he's coming. "Veronica," he moans my name. Spurts of cum fly out in his hands, on his shaved pubic area, and some even lands on my nipples.

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