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Instead of striking her with the flogger, I roughly tear the tiny floral panties from her body. The gasp she elicits travels straight to my cock.
“Fiore,” I groan while slowly fisting my cock, “Mi piccolo fiore.”
“Please, Sir,” her tightly stretched body flexes toward me.
Taking my time swinging the flogger, the leather strands pad across her ass and she moans. Swinging again, I softly strike her other cheek. Repeating the strikes, I thoroughly warm her ass and upper thighs before increasing the intensity.
The flogger whistles through the air before cracking against her skin. Her hands firmly grip the chains securing her to the cross and a groan rattles from her chest.
My cock throbs in my hand at the thought of leaving marks across her skin.
I spread three more strikes across her skin, her body trembling in anticipation of the next one as needy whimpers quiver over her lips.
“How badly does my good little girl want my cock? Enough to take two more?”
“Yes, Sir,” the words slowly tremble over her lips.
“Two more,” I rub my hand over her tender flesh, “and then, after you’ve earned it, I’ll fill you with my cock.”
“Please…”
Sliding my hand over my tip, I spread my precum over my cock.
Swinging the flogger, I strike her hard and fast two more times. Her head hanging back as her previously rigid body is nearly dangling from shackles around her wrists. Dropping the flogger, I step behind her. As my hand wraps around her throat, I press the entirety of my length into her tight, wet cunt.
Sliding my other arm around her waist, my hand splayed across her stomach, I repeatedly thrust up into her. Hard. Fast. Brutally demanding that she come for me.
My fist aggressively works over my cock, mimicking the ferocity at which I fantasize taking her cunt.
Her hips greedily rock to meet my cock, only making me take her harder. Her tight, little cunt clenches around me, her body trembling as the orgasm shoots through her body, exiting through her mouth as screams of pleasure.
Groaning against her ear, I fill her with my release.
“Fuuuuuuck, Ellie,” I groan as warm cum splatters across my fist.
Grabbing a tissue from the desk, I clean the remnants of my fantasy from my hand before tucking my cock back into my pants.
Oh. Fuck.
That might have been a bad idea after all.
ChapterTwelve
ELLIE
Lyla left a couple of hours ago, and I’ve been drunkenly mulling over what she said since then. Considering my current sexual experience consists of several lackluster encounters during college, my quality time with BOB, and one amazing night with Angelo, she isn’t exactly wrong.
Do I really have enough experience to know what I like?
At this point, all I really know is that I don’t enjoy drunk, selfish college boys that come two minutes in.
Being savored and made to come more than once? That was definitely okay.
My phone dings from across the room. Unsteadily getting to my feet, I grab it off the nightstand before flopping onto the bed. It’s Angelo.
While I know drunk-dialing is a bad idea, this is texting. And he reached out to me.
ANGELO
