I do, and see the mirror on the opposite wall. It’s a tiny room and the mirror is big and with the lamp switched on, my pussy is exposed, lewd, glistening and my thighs are a fiery red. I try to draw my legs together and he slaps my stinging skin again.
“Dinnae ye dare,” he rumbles in my ear. “I’ve been waitin’ for this. Fecking wanting this since I was assigned to ye, wee brat. Your pretty cunt on display, swollen and red from getting skelped. If ye dinnae behave, my belt is next…”
“Right.”
His hand comes down hard, slapping my entire pussy.
“Here.”
“Stop! It hurts, ye bastard.” I’m not being honest. Aye, it burns like fire, then it melts into something else. The hardness of him behind me, his arms around me, the cool air in the roomagainst my stinging bits.
“Put your arms up.” His deep voice is a little hoarse and it makes me spitefully happy. I’m affecting him too, this cold, heartless giant. I do, and he pulls my dress up over my head. “No bra?” That dangerous tone is back.
“It’s not that kind of dress.” I watch his hands slide up, cupping and squeezing my breasts, sliding my nipples between two fingers, and tugging on them, too.
Tug.
Squeeze.
“I’m going to stretch ye wide, my bad Cat. Rough up your pretty wee pussy. You’re gonna be sore.” Lucas always means what he says, I know that after four years of him being my constant, enormous shadow. “I’ll give ye one chance.”
“Huh?” I canna take my eyes off his hands, tan against my pale skin and his fingers littered with scars, rough and calloused. He’s killed men with those hands, and now they’re on me, squeezing and kneading just enough to hurt but not too much.
“Tell me nae and I’ll stop.” He says it like it’s physically painful. I can feel his cock pressing against my back but he’s holding perfectly still. “I’ll put that dress back on ye and take ye home.”
“Dinnae do that.” The words rush out of mymouth, embarrassingly fast. “I’ll stay.”
I watch his reflection as his expression changes, going from his usual stoicism to something sharper, wolfish, his eyes glittering in the low light as he shifts just enough to open his trousers, whipping the belt out of the loops with a snap. I feel his hand between us, unzipping and pulling himself out, hot, like a brand between my sore cheeks.
“Lean forward,” he bites my earlobe, “put your hands on my thighs. Dinnae ye dare look away from that mirror or I’ll spank your wet cunt and send ye home.”
There are a thousand things I should be thinking right now but only one word surfaces from my jumbled thoughts.
Finally.
Dimly, I hear the crinkle of a wrapper, the movement of his hand as he slides on a condom. Gasping, I lurch forward when the broad, silky tip pushes inside me, his grip tight on my hips and I know they’ll bruise and I want it oh-God,he’s thick.
“Your cunt is strangling me,” Lucas growls, his head down, watching his cock split me open. “Stretch for me, Cat. Be my good lass.”
There’s a sudden gush of slick as if even my pussy is eager to obey him and he growls approvingly,his thumb reaching around to circle my clit.
“Open wide, now.” His legs push mine further apart, the stretch in my tendons sharp and he’s inside me. All the way. His hand is over my belly button, he presses firmly and we both feel it, how high, how impossibly deep he is, hot and throbbing inside me and I come, gasping and surprised, thrown into an orgasm as he groans.
“So fecking good ye are,” Lucas growls, lifting me halfway off his shaft and dropping me down again.
Droppingme and his cock surges back inside me as another orgasm comes racing after the first and then all I feel are his deep, punishing thrusts and his hand on my throat, whispering filthy things to me and dark promises and then his mouth meets mine, a messy kiss and he slams into me hard, one last time and we both shudder and moan, sharing breath and each other’s names.
It takes a long time to come back to myself from wherever Lucas sent me. I feel the roughness of his beard against my cheek and the scent of his cologne, subtle, like the forest. His nice, warm hand is gently rubbing the small of my back.
Then, I realize that he’s still completely dressed while I’m splayed so indecently and I cringe, arms covering my breasts.
“Shh, my good Cat.” He puts his suit jacket over me, warm, comforting. “My sweet lass.” Lifting me gently, he slides out of me, along with a rush of slick from us both, staining his trousers but he dinnae seem to notice, settling me sideways on his lap, arms around me tight.
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Radge - Scottish slang for dangerous idiot
Skelped arse - Scottish slang for spanking
