Page 59 of Retaliation
Sara drifted through the crowd, pausing at our booth. She winked and turned, shaking her sweet, round ass in our faces. Levi reached out and pinched her plump cheeks and she yelped, adding it into the song, and the crowd roared with applause. She tiptoed back to the stairs, where Ryan helped her up onto the stage. She draped herself across a chair as the song came to an end, and the room leapt to its feet. Money and flowers littered the stage. Sara fanned herself and blinked innocently as I rearranged my growing hard-on. I was about to come in my fucking pants. Oh yes, she would be punished.
Sara skipped off the stage behind the curtains, and I stood with a growl.
“Mine.”
I left the others adjusting their own swollen dicks and walked swiftly to her dressing room, noting the bouquet of red roses on her vanity. I slammed the door, and she turned with a shit-eating grin on her smart mouth. I snarled.
“Did you like it, baby?” Sara cooed, blinking up at me.
I grabbed her forearms, pulling her close. “You think you’re cute, don’t you, sweetheart?” I purred, my voice low and threatening.
She smiled back, unphased, and I think I loved her more for that.
“Just being the good little girl you wanted.” She pouted.
I wrapped my hand around her throat. “Then you’ll take your punishment like a good little girl too, sweetheart.”
I turned her around swiftly and bent her over the vanity. Her arms darted out, bracing herself, and I slapped her ass. She cried out when I ripped her cheeky shorts down and slapped her ass twice more. I smoothed my hand over the red marks, making her moan for me. My fingers slid toward her glistening pussy, and I chuckled darkly.
I dipped a finger inside her sweet cunt. Sara responded instantly with pretty little moans and pushed her ass back into my hand. I added a second finger, curling the digit and finding her G-Spot with ease.
“Fuck, Andras,” she whimpered.
I slid my fingers out, and she whined. I slapped my hand over her soaked pussy, my cock twitching when she screamed for me.
“Only good girls get orgasms, sweetheart,” I taunted.
I pulled her up, turning her to face me. I unbuckled my belt and unzipped my pants, pulling my dick out and stroking it. Sara gasped, eyeing it greedily.
“On your knees.”
Sara swallowed, and her eyes locked on mine as she dropped to her knees. “Don’t fuck up my makeup. I have another song to sing, asshole.”
I growled. “If I want you to go back on that stage covered in my fucking cum, you will.”
Sara smirked up at me, tugging my cock into her dainty hands, twisting and stroking and making me groan. “Wanna bet?” she whispered.
I was about to protest when she sucked my cock into her mouth. The head of my dick touched the back of her throat, and she hummed, the vibrations making me shudder and my dick throb. Holy fuck.
I fisted my hand in her hair, taking back some semblance of control. I circled my hips, pulling back and thrusting into her mouth steadily. She closed her eyes, moaning. Her hands slid around my waist, and she dug her nails into my ass while I fucked her throat. I groaned loudly as her tongue danced along the tip of my cock, lapping up the pre-cum.
“Fuck, angel.”
My grip on her hair tightened, and she whimpered on my dick. I lost control, thrusting into her mouth faster, harder, my dick swelling to the point of pain as I forced myself to hold back my release. Her mouth was mine to punish, and I would prolong my own torture just to see her pretty eyes water while I fucked her throat without mercy. She started humming the song she just sang on stage, and the vibration tipped me over the edge.
I thrust in once more, my cum spilling down the back of her throat. “Take it all, my good little slut.”
My eyes rolled back in my head as she expertly swallowed down my cum. Sara pulled away slowly, her tongue licking up my still-hard cock as she sat back on her heels. I grabbed her arms and pulled her up from the floor.
I kissed her roughly, tasting my orgasm on her tongue. My cock throbbed again just thinking about her sweet red lips. She nipped at my lip, and I growled.
“Now do I get an orgasm?” She pouted, and I smirked.
“Oh no, angel.” I dipped my fingers between her thighs, and she gasped. “You’re going back on that stage with the taste of my cock in your mouth and your pussy pulsing with need for me. If you behave, I’ll let you come later tonight.”
Sara crossed her arms and attempted to look angry. “I don’t need you to find my release, Andras. I can do that all by myself.”
I grinned like the devil, and she backed up a step.
