Page 101 of Filthy Little Lies

“Oh, but you do, sweetheart. You need a long, hard, punishment.” He wiggles his fingers, sliding them in and out of my ass, easing the white-hot burn to a slight warmth. “You need to remember you belong to me. Once I’ve fucked this ass, there won’t be a part of you that won’t have worn my mark.”

He maneuvers his fingers so the tip of one brushes across my clit, and I moan into the bedding.

“Good girl,” he whispers, shoving his fingers deeper, curling them and spreading them, getting my ass ready for his cock.

“You’ll tear me in half,” I whine as he flicks my clit harder and the arousal overtakes the discomfort.

“I won’t. That’s why I’m stretching you now. Your asshole is sucking up my fingers easily now; you’ll be able to take my cock. Every last inch of it.” He thrusts his fingers inside hard, sending a new jolt of pain, and I wince.

“It’s going to hurt.”

Another low chuckle. “You wouldn’t love it so much if it didn’t. Now up on the bed, on your knees and keep your ass spread for me.”

He slides his fingers from me, then shifts me onto the bed. I consider running to the bathroom and locking myself inside, but then I get a look at him standing at the side of my bed.

He’s stripped out of his clothes, standing over me with a look of pure desire settled on his face. His bottom lip is tucked between his teeth. Every inch of his torso is chiseled and hard. He fists his cock, rubbing the olive oil over it, getting it ready to thrust into me.

“Spread your ass, sweetheart. Take your punishment like a good girl so I can give you a reward.” He climbs onto the bed behind me, waiting patiently for me to obey him.

The fat head of his cock presses against my asshole. I tense immediately.

“Shhh, you have to relax, or it’s worse.” He strokes my asshole with his lubed fingers. “It’s your decision how your punishment goes. Tell me when you’re ready.”

I bite down on my lip, but as his cock presses against me again, I’m settled in my decision.

“I’m ready for my punishment.” I dig my fingers into my asscheeks, holding them far apart for him as he grabs my hips.

At first he’s gentle, easing past the ring of muscle designed to keep him out, but once he’s penetrated the entrance, he plows straight ahead.

I scream, turning my face into the pillow to muffle my cries. His fingertips dig into my hips, his balls slap into my pussy, and my asshole burns as it stretches and clenches around his thick cock.

“I’m going to tear,” I cry.

“You’re doing so good, sweetheart,” he slows his strokes, pulling almost all the way out before thrusting inward again. “You’re taking your fucking like such a good girl. You can take a little more. Right? You can be my good girl now?”

He reaches around me, finding my clit and rubbing it in circles. I need more of him, all of him, not just his cock, but his arms, and his hugs and his kisses and his lectures and his punishments, his love.

I need his love.

“I’m your good girl now.” I swear it. “But I need my hands,” I add.

“Go on, move your hands.” He keeps rubbing my clit while I let my ass cheeks go so I can hold myself up while he plunges further into me.

He fucks me even harder, twisting his hips and hitting me at different angles. His fingertip never leaves my clit, and the arousal is too much to bear.

“Please, Gabriel,” I whine.

“Please what? You have to ask today, baby. I’m not giving you anything until you ask.” He flicks my clit, sending a new wave of heat up my body.

“I want to see your face. I need to see you,” I beg, trying to look at him over my shoulder.

In one fluid movement, he pulls free of me and flips me onto my back. He pushes my legs back, open wider for him, then plows right back into my ass.

I wrap my arms around his neck, kissing his throat, his jawline.

“Are you going to be a good girl and ask before you come?” He growls in my ear as he plows into me.

“Yes, sir!” I groan, arching my back when he covers my breast with his hand. It’s tender, but he massages with the perfect amount of pressure that makes it pleasurable.