Page 132 of Ensnared

“Ow!”Iyelp and tears leap to my eyes, even thoughIdon’t feel like crying again, not really.Dom’shand pushes down on the small of my back untilIarch again, keeping my wet folds presented to him.Ifeel them part and want nothing more than for him to bury himself inside me.

Thesharp pain is blurring at the edges, mixing with the older hurts, layers of stinging and aching and delicious heat that licks across my skin.It’slighting me up, making me airy and breathless, andIcurve into the callouses on his hand, wanting him to scrape me with them again. “Three, sir, thank you.Four, sir.Thanky—”

Beau’serection shoves between my lips, catching me by surprise.Iinstinctively press my tongue against him to push him out, but he ignores me, rocking in more deeply and holding me in place by my hair.Hiswarm, masculine taste fills my mouth, andIrelax around him, sucking on him to drag out more of that wonderful flavor.

Twodicks.Ihave to remember there are two.They’reboth so distracting,Ikeep losing myself to one, then being surprised when the other claims back my attention.

“Don’tyoudare.”

Beaudrags himself out of my mouth and then slams back in, rough but not so deep thatIgag.

“Forget.”

Hethrusts in and out again.Heswells against my tongue as he claims me.

“About.”

Hisshaft stretches my lips.Mymouth waters, andIcan’t spare the air to swallow, so my saliva soaks him on his backslide, making us sloppy and wet and messy.

“Me.”

Buryinghimself deep, he grinds against my mouth, and my nose tickles against the small, coarse hairs at his base.He’sat my throat now, and he works himself against me.Tearsdo spill over now, butI’mflying high on his taste and smell and the raw, coarse way he’s using me for his pleasure.

ForgetaboutBeau?I’dsooner forget to breathe.

JustasI’mabout to gag, he pulls free, andDom’shand slaps down again, hard.Igulp down air around a sob.Beautilts my chin to study my face, but my mind is frantic.

Ohshit, what number amIup to?

Dom’shand lifts, readying for the next smack that will take me back to one.

“Five!Thankyou, thank you, sir.It’sfive.”Mybreath hitches tearily.Tenmore to go,Ithink, heart tangling somewhere between sinking and soaring.Ilook up atBeauthrough my tearstained lashes. “Thankyou,Beau.”

Beauruns the backs of his fingers over the damp tracks on my cheeks, then lingers against my abused, saliva-slick lips, dipping in to caress the silky inside. “Youdangerous thing.”

Ijump asDom’sfingers dip between my legs at the same time.Thefull fury of my lust centers on my throbbing clit, so close to where he’s teasing me.Beauremoves his hand and brings his cock back to my lips, andIwhimper, caught between slipping into the feeling ofDomin my pussy and wanting to pleaseBeau.

Makinga decision,Ilean forward to lick atBeaueagerly, then tongue his slit, stealing the bead of moisture welling there.Beaulets out a string of curses, andI’mrewarded byDomthrusting two fingers inside me.Iclamp down on him instantly, clutching at the filling pressure, and he pushes them in and out.Thewet suck is loud, obscene, butIcouldn’t care.Iredouble my messy efforts onBeau’scock, moaning shakily around it, andDomleans down over me to circle my clit with his other hand.

“Isthis what you want, pet?Saythe word and there’s no more punishment,I’llmake this pretty pink cunt come for me again, andBeauwill spill all over your tongue.We’lleven cuddle before we head home.”

What?

Beaubacks up asIpause, watching me consider.Itwist to look over my shoulder soIcan readDom’sexpression—something sounded off in his tone—but he smacks me again, andIsnap back around.

“Six, sir, thank you,”Isay absently, andBeausnorts.

“Brat,” he says affectionately.

Asmile touches my lips, but my brow scrunches in confusion.Domcrooks his fingers and rubs tauntingly against a spot inside me that makes my vision haze.Mymouth drops open on a long, moaning exhale.

No, pay attention,Iorder myself dizzily.

“W-why would you do that?”Iforce myself to ask, andIignore the husky, needy sound of my voice.

Domis silent for a moment, then he finally says, “Noneed for you to be punished if you don’t deserve it, right?”

Iblink a few times and hold myself still, soIdon’t fuck against his hand likeIreally want to.Mythoughts are drunken, floating, but something similar to hurt trickles through.

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