Page 77 of Cillian

“Underneath you?” I swallowed hard. “Taking your cock in whichever hole you see fit?”

“That's good.” He nodded. “For that display, I'll show a little mercy. I'll give you one thing that you want, but you have to earn it. And once I'm done showing you mercy, I'm going to go right back to using that sexy little cunt again. Only this time, I'm going to make you come. Then, I'm going to hold you down and make you come some more. So, choose your reward wisely. Because once I show you mercy, the only thing left is to show you heaven. After a while, it'll feel a lot like hell.” He devilishly smiled, looking to me for my answer.

To not experience all of him was a rarity for me. To be held or kissed, to know I might have to choose between the two was torment.

“I’d like for you to hold and kiss me?—”

“I said one,” he interrupted. “I can either hold you or I could kiss you. Pick the one you feel is worth the punishment it’ll take to earn it.”

The greedier part of me didn’t want to choose, but I knew in his position, he would never fold. Opting for the latter, he instructed on how I could earn my keep.

“I'm going to have you to count to ten. But with each number, I'm going to strike my hand to your bottom, so you can learn your lesson on never to lie to me. But at the end of that ten, I'll give you a kiss. But you have to follow instructions, or we start the count again. Do you understand?” He regarded me with a soft yet arrogant stare.

“Okay.”

“Every time I hit your bum, you're going to call the number out for me, okay?”

“Mmmhmm.”

“Okay.” With one swipe, he brought his palm to my bottom in a disciplinary smack. “One.”

He waited a second before bringing his hand back to my butt, as I followed the action with, “Two.”

This went on until the eighth strike, as by the time I called out nine, he leaned in to kiss me, as my lips had been so desperate to be near his, I gave in. Drinking in his warmth, he withdrew in what felt too short of a reward, as he grabbed my neck to face him.

“You don't follow instructions well.”

“But you kissed me,” I whimpered.

“But you didn't have to kiss me back. A good little whore would have pulled back and told me she hadn't gotten to ten yet. But you're so fucking greedy. You took something you hadn't earned.”

“I thought that you were rewarding me early,” I admitted defeated.

“It’s okay, because you’re gonna make it up to me. But we'll have to start the count back to one until you reach ten. Maybe then you'll learn to follow instructions.” Cillian, displaying a sense of sympathy, checked in and asked. “Does my little whore want mercy?”

“No.”

“Good.” He proceeded to start the count again. I counted straight to ten this time and did not dare stray from his instructions. So, when I’d actually earned my reward, Cillian leaned in—gentle this time—and tenderly parted his lips between mine. A moan of agony escaped me the moment he pulled away. It wasn’t nearly enough.

“Would you like one more?” his smile sinister but coaxing.

“Mmmhmm…” I nodded.

“Then you'll take one more?” He rubbed my backside, deciding that if I followed instructions, for every additional strike, I could earn another kiss.

“Mmmhmm…” As he spanked my butt again, rewarding me with another kiss.

“Mmm…Could you take one more?” This time in a guttural growl, giving my answer in the form of a nod. He struck me again, rewarding it with what he claimed would be the end of my reward. This kiss was devouring. This kiss was hunger. If it was the last one, I was going to make it worth it.

Cillian didn't even command it, he just threw me on my back and forced me into position. By grabbing my neck, he stuck his fingers deep inside me, massaging my sensitive walls. Never letting go of my neck, something that should have scared me, only made me lightheaded—but in a good way, and made reaching the peak that much faster.

He didn't even take his time this instance; he just wanted me wet, dripping, sensitive and desperate. Alternating between rubbing and fucking me with his fingers, I was too spent to run from the spasms that resulted in the torture.

Assuming he'd got me there, he released my neck and pulled my thighs open as wide as he could. In an instant, Cillian had thrust into me, pounding my sensitive sex, grunting, taking and claiming it for his own.

Every time he withdrew, he ensured every inch stretched my walls, making sure I felt him in every way.

“Fuck me, Cillian. Fuck a baby into my tight little pussy,” as he ground and groaned, pounded and penetrated. It was as far from gentle lovemaking as lovemaking could be.

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