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“Ibn haram!” she spat yet again.
“Among many other things,” he assured her. Before she could dispute his right to punish her, he brought his hand cracking down on her left cheek, hard enough for color to bloom, leaving his perfect handprint on her gorgeous ass.
She would learn to obey him after this. She would also keep her distance, and he knew he probably would never have her like this again, but imposing his discipline on her became his driving need. He landed another harsh blow to her other cheek, rhythmically tattooing her entire backside with enough force to make her catch her breath.
“Stop it,” she hissed as he continued to deliver what he was sure was a first and long overdue spanking. If she thought she could stoically endure his treatment, she had another thought coming. When she tried to get up, he forced her back into place, pinning her down by the neck.
“Nice try, Princess, but I don’t think so. The next time you hit a man, you better make sure he can’t get up again. You’re too small, with far too tempting a bottom to get away with it.”
“Ah!” Aliya squirmed to get away, but he held her fast as his open hand punished her now blushing globes. She fought him in earnest, but he never missed his target, and she was no match for his size, strength, and determination. Panting and biting her lip to keep from crying out again, she finally acquiesced to his control. Only then did he cease his torment.
That was when his began. Her bright red ass quivered, beckoning beyond all resistance for him to caress away the hurt.Let her goand back away. He touched her instead, his fingers trailing down into the cleft of her clenching buttocks until he reached the dark rosebud of her back passage.
“Let… l-let me go!” She threw herself back into her struggles, shoving with both arms in a vain attempt to get up, but he had her trapped.
Removing his hand, he punished her resistance with another swift series of stinging swats, not stopping until she was yowling, anything but stoic now, and once more fighting herself to hold still—to submit to his punishment.
To him.
He slipped his hand between her thighs, pinching the sensitive skin when she didn’t soften to his touch and open her legs. Obedience came with a gasp as he went from pinching to light, stinging slaps that spanked directly over her sweet pussy lips, steadily increasing in force until she finally gave in. Was that wishful thinking on his part, or did she really moan as she shifted her feet apart, opening to him? He grinned. There it was—evidence of her arousal, nothing but her sweet perfume and a copious amount of slick for his use.
He cupped her wet outer lips, the throbbing of his cock intensifying as he squeezed. What had started out as a disciplinary spanking, meant to teach her a lesson, devolved into easing both their need. They were in the back room of a public café. She was the pampered little sister of the most ruthless criminal in the known world. And still, he shoved two fingers into her cunt, plunging in and out of her tightening heat to her accompanying gasps. Her hips twisted as she writhed on the desk, moaning as her body went flush with desire.
“Don’t worry, Princess.” He stepped up behind her. “I have just what you need.”
He parted her legs, pinning her hands behind her back to hold her in place while he unfastened the fly of his jeans. She could have got up if she truly wanted to. He wasn’t a rapist. He might even have let her go if she’d only tried, but Aliya’s protest was little more than a wiggle of her hips and a clench of herfingers, clawing uselessly at empty air. He rewarded the token effort with exactly what it deserved—another hard swat to what by now must be a very painful bottom. Then he freed his cock and with his other hand, grasped her hip and mounted her from behind. With a heavy groan, he sank deep, shocked when he encountered the thin membrane that proved her temptress aura a liar and her innocence as shockingly true.
“Shit, Aliya,” he growled, letting go of her hands and trying to draw back.
“No!” Pushing back against him, she impaled herself all the way to the base of his cock.
Her heat was heavenly. The velvety softness of her pussy as she shivered up and down his length was mind-blowingly good.
She was trying to move on him, the writhing of her untried body instinctive and driven by the same need that dissolved her into soft tears. It was her quiet weeping that undid him. Groaning, he forced himself to be still and allowed her velvety sheath to accept being invaded for the first time. The pulsing of her heartbeat thrummed around him, engulfing him from the tip of his cock to the base. It was the most sensual anguish he’d ever endured, and good intentions be damned, he couldn’t stop himself.
His hips moved, thrusting a gentle rhythm Aliya swiftly responded to, arching her back, her body straining to achieve its first real orgasm. As she stiffened with a sharp gasp, shaking with the intensity of her climax, he increased his plunging, taking her to the heights of ecstasy a second time before flooding her pussy with his cum. He pressed her down flat against the table, forcing her still as his cock finished spending itself inside her. Her sheath was still contracting around him, spasming rhythmically, greedily milking his cock for every last drop, and savoring every bit of bliss she could win from the encounter.
Withdrawing, Christian watched his cum dribble out as her pussy gaped from his hard use. The flecks of blood on the inside of her thighs and on his cock were a sharp reminder he really had felt what he thought on that first impaling thrust. He shook his head. What the hell had he done? He’d not only fucked Fariq’s baby sister, he’d taken her virginity. He should be terrified for them both, but all he could think about was getting her naked and on her back so he could do it all over again.
“We need to get out of here and find a place to talk,” he said, drawing away from her.
Easing up off the table, Aliya sighed. She rubbed her wrists, then rubbed her bottom. Finally, she pulled her shorts up, smoothed her skirt down, and before his eyes, became the unsullied princess once more, only with his cum smeared on her thighs as she turned around.
“There’s nothing to talk about it.”
“Nothing? I took your virginity…”
She shrugged with one shoulder. “It was mine to give…”
“I think your brother might think differently.” He rubbed his face with both hands, wearier than he’d felt in a long, long time.
She shrugged again, but her dark eyebrows were buckling, her brow creasing as if she didn’t understand why he was protesting.
“If it comes up, I won’t tell him who it was.”
“That’s not the…” Exasperated, he rubbed his face and stepped close to her again, lowering his voice and striving for calm enough to explain. “Aliya, Ifuckedyou over a table.”
She stared back at him, completely non-comprehending.
