Page 28 of Coerced Kiss
“You…” She swallows audibly. “We shouldn’t do this.”
This is exactly what we’ll be doing, sooner than she thinks. I increase the pressure of my finger, stopping short of splitting her open. “Why, my treasure? Does it feel too good?”
Her breath catches on a hitch. “We should stop.”
“Oh, but I’m not done yet.”
“I…I don’t think it’s a good idea.”
I move my finger lower, right down into the elastic of her panties, keeping it just above the seam of her slit. Even then she doesn’t move a muscle. She keeps as quiet as a mouse that plays dead for a snake, not that playing dead will save her.
“Why not?” I ask. “Don’t you like it?”
“No,” she says quickly.
“It’s perfectly normal to get turned on by what we’re doing.”
She jerks her face sideways to look at me. “By whatyou’redoing, you mean.”
“You don’t have to lift a finger or take responsibility for anything. All you have to do is bend over, spread your legs, and let me take care of the rest. Would you like that, Anya, letting me look and touch as I please?”
She shakes her head so vehemently her curls fly around her face.
“Will you still deny it if I find you wet?” I ask, sweeping my finger lower and finding exactly that.
She’s slick and warm between her legs, so damn inviting. It takes every ounce of my self-control not to sink my finger knuckle-deep into that heat.
Her cheeks turn scarlet when I shoot her a victorious smile.
Letting go of her dress, she reaches for my wrist. “This is?—”
“Five more lashes,” I say.
She pauses, staring at me with those pretty eyes. “You said you wouldn’t.”
“I said I wouldn’t fuck you, and I won’t.” I press the heel of my palm on her clit that’s hidden beneath a thin layer of polka dot cotton. “But I’m going to be a gentleman and get you off before I continue with your punishment.”
“I don’t need you to get me off,” she says, spitting every word at me, but when I rub my heel in a circular motion over the button at the apex of her sex, she doesn’t push me away.
She balls the fabric of her dress in her fists and bows her back like a cat. “Saverio.”
“That’s right. You can say my name when you come. Now tell me again it doesn’t feel good.”
“If I tell you it doesn’t, will you stop?” she asks through sputters of breaths.
I will, but I don’t want to, so I rub her harder. Faster. Until she goes on tiptoes and lets go of her dress to grab the edges of the table. Taking aim, I heat that pretty ass with my palm, dealing the next two blows in quick succession as I bring her closer to the edge.
She trembles beneath me.
Ten.
Five left.
I’m going to make them count.
Just as a pure, high sound tumbles from her lips and her body tightens as if squeezed in a vise, I let lose. I swat her cheeks, left and right, wiggling them. She’s so wet her arousal coats mypalm through the fabric of her panties. My zipper is open before she’s had time to process her orgasm. She’s still shivering with aftershocks when my cock is in my hand. Using her arousal to lubricate my length, I pump my fist as I tan her ass two more times, once on each side. I aim the fifth right between her legs.
A strangled cry escapes her lips. I keep my hand on that soft spot between her thighs, applying enough pressure to lift her off her feet. Her lower body pulls tight again. When she climaxes for a second time, I come so hard that my vision splinters. The pleasure is unlike anything I’ve felt. The relief all but cripples me as white-hot release spurts from the tip of my cock.