Page 10 of Out for Blood
“Put this on and secure it.”
I follow his command, fighting the urge to touch him, the smell of him drives me mad.
My breasts feel heavy, and I’m beginning to ache, that burning feeling of want at the center of my core.
“Spread your legs so I can see that glistening pussy and how much you want me,” he growls, lowering his voice.
Sliding my knees open, I let him take in the sight of me. I’m ravenous.
He groans an audible “Fuck” through gritted teeth.
I hear him shuffling as he sheds his pants.
I’m acutely aware of him in every possible way, and it only grows the unbearable longing.
“Over my knee.”
I shift forward, my knees finding a slight step, and use it to raise myself higher alongside him.
He hauls me over his legs, and I feel his hard cock pass over my abdomen. I gasp at the contact.
“You’ve been a naughty fucking girl, you’re going to take your punishment, and if I hear a sound out of you, I’ll punish you further.”
I’m panting now, practically whimpering.
His calloused palms wander over my nipples, taking his time, and then weaves them onto my backside and trails a finger, making contact with my clit.
I bite my lip, suppressing a moan.
Then abruptly, WHACK.
He spanks me, hard. Not holding back.
Immediately rubbing where his hand landed.
My pussy clenches as my heart skips a beat.
Then, without warning, WHACK.
My body jumps at the shock. Pressing down on his cock.
“Oh fuck, look at that red ass. Don’t make me remind you.”
Wrapping a handful of my braid and yanking back until my neck is extended, he demands, “Say. Who. You. Belong. To.”
“You,” I force out.
WHACK.
My body jolts again.
“That’s my good fucking whore. Now stand the fuck up.”
I don’t argue.
He clasps my arm and guides me over to where he wants me.
Clutching me against him, his hard cock between us, hepushes my hair behind my shoulder and shudders, grazing his teeth up my neck.
