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She lashed out, ready to scratch his face for ruining her life. She wanted to hurt him just a little so he could feel what she felt every time he touched her. Indescribable dark pleasure she was on the verge of becoming addicted to.
She fought him harder than she had ever done before and landed not one single strike against him.
Belatedly, she remembered his warning of her trying to knee him. Her regret fully registered after she had raised her knee.
Elliot would not be taken by surprise a second time. He shielded her attempt and then spun her around so that her back was pressed against his chest.
One arm keeping her secure, he reached under the dress with his other hand and yanked down her panties. He forced them down until they slipped to her ankles, shamefully wet already.
“Elliot, wait.”
Stepping onto the sheer fabric, he lifted her out of them. Using his teeth, he ripped over the packaging of the toy he had commandeered.
“No, wait.”
Too late. She turned her head to the side. He held a remote of sorts in his mouth while his free hand reached between her thighs.
She was drenched beyond reason and the dome-shaped toy slipped inside her with such ease she continued to suck it up further.
The base of the dome fitted snugly on the outside of her lips.
She didn’t know much about toys or sex for that matter, but she was sure the toy Elliot had inserted into her pussy was a butt plug meant for her ass.
He took the remote from his mouth and turned it on. Vivian flew apart in his arms as she instantly came. The vibration was so powerful that she couldn’t stop it if she wanted to.
He turned it off. Whipped her dress off and unsnapped her bra. She stood naked as he turned her around.
“You let that butt plug fall out of your pussy, you’re going to regret it. Now get on your knees,” he instructed.
Vivian tried to concentrate on a million things all at once while her brain remained melted after her orgasm.
Elliot undid his belt, his zip, then freed his cock from his brilliantly white boxer briefs.
She salivated more now than she did for the chocolate.
“One hundred strokes. Balls to head. I warned you what would happen if you tried to knee me again.”
He sat down on a sofa nearby, like a king. He pumped his magnificent cock, already so hard and thick, her pussy clutched the toy inside her wishing it were his cock.
“Now, Princess. Do anything else and you’re going to know what my belt feels like kissing your ass.”
To bring home his point he wrapped the leather of his belt around his hand. Her ass remembered the painful spanking he had given her. She wasn’t going to do anything to experience his belt. She wouldn’t survive him then.
Her body was in turmoil, aroused, hot, and desperately clenching the toy inside her so it didn’t fall out, she closed her eyes and ran her tongue from the base of his cock, all the way up to his head.
The familiar scent of his cologne and his soap spread through her and made her glow from the inside.
His taste erupted all over her tongue. By the third stroke, she was addicted.
“Count,” Elliot said, his instruction delivered from deep in his chest, his voice husky.
She opened her eyes, licked him then counted.
She stored in her memory bank every sound he made. Every time his cock jerked, his balls tightened.
She grew bolder, swiping her tongue across the head of his cock to taste the gleaming droplets of moisture gathered there.
But by the time she reached the number eighty, she couldn’t control her greed or the sadness that she would have to stop.
