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“I cried out. His hand fisted my hair and forced my head back as he entered me. The pain sent electric shocks up my?—”
Emerson jerked my shorts and underwear down.
“Spread your legs for me.”
I whimpered but obeyed. She left me for a second, and I heard her digging around in her drawer before she was back with a…
I let out a gasp as I felt something push at my entrance, but I pushed back, telling her I wanted more.
She slammed the toy into me to the hilt, the connected clit sucker placed directly where it was needed.
“Now keep reading,my pretty slut.”
I tried to follow the lines of text, but as she turned on the vibration, I lost it immediately.
“What, suddenly you can't handle it? You think I didn’t see what you were doing, coming in here begging to be bent over?”
“I didn’t?—”
“Don’t lie,” she hissed and turned up the vibration as far as it would go. She then hit another button, and the toy started to thrust inside me. It was so long that it hit my cervix with each movement, sending me further and further into my own demise.
“Yes,” I moaned as my legs began to shake and wetness fell from me and onto the floor.
“Yes, what?”
“I wanted you to treat me like your desperate little whore.”
“Good,” she praised. “So fucking good.”
Her hand came to pinch my nipples. Her mouth was on my neck, marking me.
I was completely at her mercy. White-hot pleasure rose so sharply that I couldn’t stop the cry that came from my mouth. She didn’t even bother to adjust the settings and left the toy on high as my first orgasm ran through me.
“If you want to be treated like a whore, all you have to do is ask.”
At that, I turned to her.
Emerson had the warmest look in her eyes. I could see the devotion she had for me.
And I decided she needed something from me too.
“Emerson… Give me a two-minute start and meet me in your bedroom.”
I could see the wheels turning. She had no idea where I was going with this.
“You’re not in charge here, my little whore.”
“I will let you punish me any way you see fit if you just give me two minutes.”
Something gleamed in her eyes—probably the prospect of punishing me again—and fuck, I wanted her again.
I would have her. In two minutes or so.
Chapter 19
Pearl
Iran as fast as I could to my room, my heart pounding because I knew Emerson wouldn’t have the patience to wait. It also gave me a burst of excitement, especially when I could hear her footsteps following me.
