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I moaned, unable to help myself.
“As I just said, I’m not going to hurt myself. All of that is the past,” I assured him, hoping he would just move on and continue his sweet tortures.
“Good girl. You’re stunning and you’re all mine. You don’t need to inflict pain on yourself, because I will do that for you instead.”
Withdrawing his fingers, he slapped my ass hard, without any warning. The stinging pain spread everywhere and I cried out in shock and humiliation. This was not what I expected at all as punishment, maybe a little light spanking, but it was strangely arousing, I had to admit.
“Fuck!” I cried out, my eyes welling with tears. I hated and loved the pain at the same time.
“It’s your punishment, so fucking count, brat,” he ordered, his voice icy cold.
“One,” I said, wanting to disappear forever because I couldn’t possibly like what he was doing to me.
Perhaps he really was a monster after all.
CHAPTER13
Sebastian
When I got home,I had a feeling Marinka thought I’d forgotten about her. She was most likely awake, waiting for me, not happy that I’d been out all day. I wouldn’t make a habit of this, but on a day like today, when the world came crumbling down, it had been unavoidable.
When my wife was lying in a hospital bed, in a coma, Tasha looked after Lilly all the time, except the times I used to take her to the hospital with me. I always made sure to come home before her bedtime. It was our routine and Lilly loved spending time with me then. I’d missed talking to her two days in a row.
After I undressed, I knocked on Marinka’s door a few times but there was no answer. I could see a faint light filtering through the threshold, so I knew she was there. Thinking she might have drifted off to sleep with the nightstand lamp on, I opened the door and entered the bedroom. I found her on the bed, staring down at her faded scars on her upper thighs, tracing them with her finger as if fascinated or worse—tempted.
It infuriated me how she recalled the self-harm, yet had no idea about us. We went through a lot together and our relationship grew to the point that she didn’t want to leave me. Then, I screwed up everything and she got shot.
I walked up to her and we had a little chat, during which I did not miss the desire in her eyes. Despite all the attitude, she wanted me. So I ordered her to get on her knees. Her pussy was dripping and I hadn’t even touched her yet. She needed to be punished, to understand that her defiance wasn’t going to be tolerated.
Then, I spanked her and she whimpered. Just like old times. The red mark on her ass was the most beautiful, sexiest thing I’d ever seen. I wanted to tie her up, use some toys, drive her crazy with want. I wanted to taste her, feel her … devour her. As much as she wanted to deny loving this, protest until kingdom come, her dripping cunt was telling me another fucking story.
Marinka loved submitting to me and playing the victim. It turned her on like nothing else.
“Good girl. Look at you making a mess on your bed. Your juices are everywhere.” I slapped her again, harder, and she yelped in pain, so I smoothed my hand tenderly over her skin, her ass, and that needy pussy.
“Two,” she counted, her voice uneven and low. I wanted to ruin her, to fuck her until she begged me to stop, but this wasn’t what tonight’s lesson was about. I was reminding her of what she liked, and what her body undoubtedly remembered.
Another slap burned my hand, but it was so fucking satisfying and right after, I sank two fingers inside her. She was crying out for more then, panting for air while her hips trembled.
“Three.”
“So fucking wet. You love to be punished. You love to receive this pain, don’t you?” I asked, fucking her slowly with my fingers, thrusting them in and out of her just the way I knew she wanted.
“No!” she shouted, and that response made me laugh.
“Liar,” I whispered, fucking her harder. She was going to explode for me any moment. Her nether lips were swelling, ready to reach that peak while accepting her punishment.
If I had my rather, I’d fuck her hard and until she couldn’t remember her name, but maybe I had already taken it too far.
“I fucking hate you,” she said breathlessly, so I pulled my fingers out and slapped her one last time. She screamed, tears streaming in earnest down her cheeks. Yet, her whole body was trembling, asking for more.
“Four,” she sobbed, and then, I stuck my face in her trembling crotch, getting right to it.
She flinched in surprise as I licked and tasted her, my tongue assaulting her clit. She smelled like fucking vanilla and cotton candy, so pure and intoxicating. I couldn’t get enough of her.
“Sebastian,” she whispered, her voice pleading. I licked her from her tight ass to her pussy lips, sliding my tongue inside every time, and she released a keening moan. Her juices were all over my face and the taste of her had me drunk to the point I thought I’d come in my pants.
Then, I pulled out away for a moment to catch my breath.
