I never noticed that her shoulders also blush when she’s embarrassed. But they’ve definitely grown red, making the ghostly paleness of her back and ass even more jarring.
“Now, Lia. Do itnow. Be a good girl for me.”
Those last words are the ones that have her obeying. She grabs her butt cheeks and parts them, and the little whimper shemakes turns me on just as much as the vision of her stark-naked, her ass spread and waiting for me.
“That’s my good girl,” I murmur, standing up and closing the distance between us. I bring a hand to her folds, swiping at them and smirking to find her already wet. “You’re my very good girl, Lia, aren’t you?”
“Y-y-yes, Logan…”
This time, she doesn’t jump when I bring a finger to her crack, stroking her up and down. “I’m not letting you get out of this again. Your cute little asshole is going to get what’s coming to it. Got it, brat? And don’t you dare let go of your cheeks.”
She stands on tiptoes as I begin to steadily apply more pressure to her bottom hole. My other hand is still toying with her clit, and I notice that calling her a good girl and a brat both seem to have the same effect on her. She’s soaked.
“Are you going to… to put a finger in there?” she gasps.
I apply more pressure to her hole. “You’re lucky you’re not getting my cock yet, Lia. Just my fingers. Say,thank you, sir.”
She doesn’t say anything, and I leave her clit to pinch at the bruise I left on her ass. She squeals.
“Say,thank you, sir.”
“Th-th-thank you!”
I pinch harder, twisting the flesh cruelly between my fingers.
“Sir! Sir!” she yelps. “Thank you, sir!”
She pants hard when I let up, and releases her butt cheeks. But she grips them again hurriedly when she feels my fingers back on her sore spot.
I start playing with her pussy again, and she lets out a relieved sigh, then whimpers when I bring my other hand back to her crack.
“Aren’t you going to use lube?” she groans, as I push my finger against her hole.
“No lube for my little brat,” I breathe into her ear. “What’sthe fun in it if it doesn’t hurt?”
“Logan!” she protests, and yet I notice that the crueler I am, the wetter she gets. And she’s still not sayingred.
“My little pain slut,” I rasp, dragging my finger up and down her crack one last time before I push it into her bottom.
“Ow! Fuck!”
“Language, Lia.”
She opens her mouth to speak again, but I start thrusting into her, settling into a punishing pace that has her standing on tiptoes again. “Logan… ow… it hurts!”
Her pussy is absolutely drenching my hand. I can feel it squeeze around nothing, and she actually moans in relief when I push a finger into it.
“Ow! You’re hurting me! Asshole!”
“Want me to stop, Lia?”
I can tell she doesn’t. It’s not pride that makes her snap her mouth shut. She’s enjoying it, and it kills her that she is.
Suddenly, I’m just as desperate to please her as I am to hurt her.
Not because Iwantto please her. But it’s addictive to watch the tears spring to her eyes, the red suffusing her cheeks, when she realizes her body is betraying what her mind can’t accept.
And there’s something addictive, too, about using my fingers to own her body. My cock is swollen, aching for her, but she doesn’t deserve that yet. She doesn’t deserve anything but my fingers, fucking into her ass, pushing her forward onto the other hand that’s punishing her pussy. Despite her yelps of pain, her inner walls milking my fingers with every thrust tell me how much her body is responding to me. It would feel so fucking good to lose myself in her.
