“Whatis so funny,” she grits out icily.
“The fact that you think this is a one-time thing,” I purr. “That I fuck you bent over a chair in my library once and…we’re good?”
Her back ripples as a shiver flies down her spine.
“How many times,” she hisses.
Slowly, my amusement turns bitter.
I hate the way she’s so readily bent over like this, so detached in her apathetic acceptance of the situation. Like she hates it, but she’s going to grit her teeth, take it, and that will be that.
It feels like this isn’t new to her. Like she’susedto doing things like this for men like…well, me.
It's oddly infuriating, given our history.
“As many fucking times as I want,” I growl. “Now reach back, grab your ass cheeks and spread them wide open.”
I hadn’t planned this part. But I feel I need to punish her right now.
She grits her teeth, twisting her head to glare at me. Then her mouth draws to a line and she looks away from me again. She keeps her chest against the padded arm of the chair as she reaches back and splays her fingers across both cheeks.
Yes, my eyes lock on the delicate pink lips of her pussy when she spreads them open. But not for my amusement or enjoyment. It’s to humiliate her.
…That said, Idoenjoy it anyway.
I let her stand there for another solid minute, bent over, her cheeks throbbing as she lewdly spreads her holes wide for me. Then I walk back to my chair and sit.
“Stand up,” I command.
She drops her hands and straightens, turning to let her smoldering, furious gaze stab into me, her fists clenched at her sides.
“Well?” she mutters.
I draw in a slow breath. “How many men have you been with.”
She blinks and then stares at me. “Excuse me?”
“It’s a pretty straightforward question.”
Her lips twist. “How many girls haveyoufucked?”
“I have no idea.”
She rolls her eyes. “Fine, same.”
My jaw grinds. “How.Many.”
Her eyes rip back mine, narrowing. “Some,” she hisses. “Several. A few. I honestly don’t know.”
Darkness coils inside me.
“I won’t put you over my knee and spank you, because I’ve seen what you watch online and I know that would just make you come all over my thighs, dirty little masochist that you are.”
Her cheeks flame. “Fuck you?—”
“But there are other,farless enjoyable ways for me to punish you. So enough with the lip and the bullshit and answer the question.” I lean over the desk, my eyes locked on hers. “How many fucking men.”
Her throat works. Her lips sneer slightly.
