Page 112 of Bride By Initiation

A loud smack rings out, and a sting flares across my ass.

"Little brats get my palm stained on their ass," he roars, and spanks me again.

I inhale sharply, my pussy throbbing.

He slaps me over and over until I'm so damp I'm sure the bed's stained.

I grip the comforter tighter, whimpering.

He questions, "Do you still have a problem with my place?"

"We aren't living here," I grit out.

He rolls his finger inside me and smacks me once again.

I cry out, "Oh God!"

"Fuck, you're wet, my little brat. Why are you so wet?" he taunts.

"I'm not," I blurt out.

"Don't lie to your husband!" He smacks my numb cheek, and another round of pulsations erupts, mixing with the sting.

And for some reason, I want his handprint on my ass cheek. I don't know why. It's just like the skull. There was no way I wouldn't get branded with it.

He flicks his finger inside me and smacks me again, and a rush of endorphins flows through me, pushing me over the edge.

"Oh fuck!" I yell out, my eyes rolling, my back arching.

"That's my little brat. Come for me again." His palm lands another sting on me, and the orgasm bursts into a more intense throbbing.

"Sean," I cry out.

He thrusts his fingers and smacks me twice more, and I'm so dizzy all I see is white. He does it over and over until my arousal covers his lap. Then he tugs me up so I'm on my knees. He puts his arm around my waist and pushes my head to the mattress. He barks, "You want to come some more, you little brat?"

"No. Yes. No!" I cry out, delirious with pleasure.

"Which one is it?" he says, pushing his dick just a little bit inside me.

"Yes!" I shout.

He enters me in one thrust, and I moan. He grits, "You want to be a brat? Then I'm going to have to tame you." He slowly thrusts inside me.

But I'm already on the O-Train. I'm seeing stars, and I'd be unable to hold my body up if it wasn't for his arm around my waist. The high is so intense, I'm almost nauseous.

He grunts. "Fuck. You wanted to know what it would be like after resisting me all these years, my little brat? Well, this is what it's like being mine."

I whimper, my body convulsing and unable to stop.

He adds, "All those men and women stared at you...wanting you...needing you...craving you. Well, so do I. Except I'm the only one who's going to get you. You're mine. You understand me? Mine," he growls and then pushes deeper, his erection swelling inside me.

I hit another high, and his guttural groan fills the air.

"Fucking little brat," he spouts, his warmth filling me. He continues to thrust through it until his release drips down my legs.

When it's over, he collapses on top of me, then slides his arm under me and rolls onto his back, pulling me with him.

Both of us try to catch our breath and slow our heartbeats.

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