Page 104 of Hate to Love You
“I’m afraid it will hurt,” I run my hand along the soft skin of her ass cheek, until I reach the place where it meets her thighs, feeling her legs start to shake. “In fact, when I’m done, turning your little rump as red as a cherry, it might even hurt to sit down later.”
“Oh God!” She groans, feeling me now slip my hands inside of her thighs, brushing the lips of her pussy with my thumb.
“Little fox,” I whisper viciously. “After the stunt you just pulled, flaunting this in front of me, even God can’t help you.”
Without warning I suddenly pull my hand away, and bring it down hard against her ass cheek, making her yelp.
“But I think a good spanking is exactly what you deserve,” I say as I rub the spot I just struck, squeezing it. “No, actually, it’s not what you deserve. It’s what you need.”
Again, I bring my hand back, this time striking her other ass cheek.
“Eek!” She cries out, burying her head on my desk as my hands rub over the rapidly reddening flesh.
“Now, now, I don’t want to hear you,” I laugh, darkly. “You’re the one who wanted to play your dangerous little games. So now you get to reap the reward you’ve sewn here.”
Wrapping my arm around her waist to keep her firmly in place, I repeat the process several more times, each time alternating which side I strike, and immediately rubbing some of the soreness away. And with each slap of my hand, I can feel Abby’s thick legs shaking beneath me, and hear her stifled little moans, making my already swollen cock throb.
“As I said,” I grin, bringing my hand down hard once more. “I bet this has gotta be so hard for you, knowing it’s so easy for me to just slip my hand up here and have access to such sensitive little parts.”
As I say this, I place my hand between her legs and run my fingers along her slit.
Jesus fucking Christ. She’s soaking wet.
Unable to resist, I slip a finger barely inside her pussy lips, feeling her arousal dripping down my hand.
“Oh my Godddddd!” She moans loudly, her voice hitching.
Turning slightly, I pull her face up to mine.
“Bet you regret wearing that sorry excuse for a skirt now, don’t you?” I hiss in her ear, sucking on her earlobe.
That’s when I feel her stiffen.
“No,” she breathes defiantly shifting from the pain. “I fucking don’t.”
“Not yet,” I grin, biting my lip. “But I’ve only gotten started.”
I bring my hand down again. And then again. Each time allowing the sting to resonate just long enough that I hear her gasps and grunts, telling me that Miss Wayne is struggling.
Only when she finally whimpers at my soft caress, do I know she’s reached her breaking point, and I instead slip my hand between her thighs and stroke her soft bare pussy.
“Oh fuckkkkk!” She moans, as this time I don’t waste my time teasing her and instead push my fingers deep inside her.
She tosses her head back and I wrap my other hand around her neck as I swirl my fingers around inside of her.
“Filthy little fox,” I growl, pulling in and out of her aggressively. “Your cunt is dripping.”
I bring my fingers to my lips and when her eyes meet mine, I suck her cum off of them.
“Delicious.”
With my hand still around her throat, I pull her upright and grab the front of her blouse, ripping it open straight down the seam sending the ivory buttons trickling to the floor.
“My top!” she gasps, her perfect breasts heaving in her black lace bra.
“Bill me.”
And without another word I grab the back of her hair and crush my lips to hers, shoving my tongue into her mouth. She moans, kissing me back.