Page 68 of Beautiful Scar

I don’t need to test him again.

And I sure as hell don’t want to.

“It pains me to spank you like this, Dasha,” he says, whacking me again. Considering how hard his dick is right now, I think he’s just making things up. I suspect he reallydoeslove it. “You think I like making you moan? You think I like turning you into such a filthy little slut for me? But you’ve been so bad, baby, and there’s only one way to make you a good girl again.”

“How?” I moan, core aching. I know the answer already, though. It’sget fucked into oblivion. That’s quickly becoming my favorite pastime.

“You need me to turn your ass pink, and when you’re begging and moaning, I’ll finally give you as much dick as you can handle. Otherwise, you’ll never be a good girl again.”

He spanks me twice in a row, nice and firm, and I’m aware that his cure for my badness is very self-serving, but I’m not about to complain.

Because I fuckingloveit.

That day in the shower unlocked something between us. Ever since then, we’ve been sleeping together like crazy.

Whenever he’s home, it’s almost constant. When I wake up, before we go to bed, afternoons and evenings, whenever he’s not working, he’s filling my pussy and teaching me all about my body.

And I’m a very eager student.

Turns out, sex is pretty awesome.

I’m gaining confidence. Taking a stupid risk on that video call taught me the best lesson of all: Tigran wants meunconditionally, and I don’t have to be afraid of trying something new.

There’s something freeing about stepping out of my constrained comfort zone, at least with the sex stuff to start.

“It’s so convenient that you can make me good,” I whine as he spanks me before plunging his fingers down between my legs. He’s so good at that—they slide right inside and go deep, making my back arch as the pleasure of his touch collides with the stinging pain of his spanks.

“Darling, there’s nothing convenient about it,” he whispers in my ear, fucking me before spanking me again. Back and forth like that, fingers inside, palm on my bare skin. “You think I like this? You think I want you to be such a messy slut? I want to worship you,pisik, not fuck your pussy, fill your mouth, and spank your slutty ass until you’re moaning.”

“Tigran, please,” I gasp as he delivers a particularly hard spank. My brain’s a mess of bliss, and I can barely think straight at the moment. He could basically do anything with me, and I’d happily suck and fuck and moan away. “You’re so generous, making me good again.”

“I know, baby, I know. I’m a bad man, but I’m good at one thing.” He grips my hips suddenly and yanks me until I’m draped over the edge of the bed and he’s right behind me. He shoves my legs wide until my pussy is exposed for him.

“What are you good at?” I whisper, shoulders and lips trembling as he looks at me with pure admiration. It’s not just lust anymore; it’s more like he’s seeing a work of art he just has to own.

“I’m good at making you fucking come,” he says and buries his cock deep inside my pussy.

Oh, fuck. Holy shit. I grip the sheets as he drives himself deep. His big dick spreads me wide, and my brain short-circuits. His skilled hands spank my ass as he fucks me from behind, driving himself into me again and again, our bodies making slick and sordid sounds as my pussy grips onto him like a desperate lover.

“You feel like fucking heaven,” he whispers in my ear. “And you taste like fucking sin. You’re not leaving here until I’m finished with you, sweetheart.”

“You’re going to keep me?” I whimper, bucking back into him, wanting more, more, more. He’s right when he calls me a greedy slut.

I’m so fucking greedy for him; it’s insane.

“I’m going to own you, baby,” he growls, gripping my hair. He shoves a finger in my mouth and makes me suck it. I can taste myself on his skin, and I’m moaning, muffled and sloppy, as he fucks me rougher again and again, making the bed bang against the wall with each stroke.

I never knew this could be me. Sucking a finger, taking a dick in my pussy, loving every single filthy second. I always thought I needed to be proper, clean, and perfect, otherwise I’d be worthless.

I thought I had to be a princess, or else nobody would ever want to protect me.

Except now I understand that was never true.

That’s what Tigran gives me. That, and incredibly good dick.

He drags me up onto the bed with him. I’m impatient and straddle him, moaning as I arch my back and slip him back inside. I grind down hard, sweat dripping on my skin as he teases my breasts. He licks my nipples, sucking hard, and I push back down his thick, hard cock, my eyes rolling with brainless pleasure.

“That’s right, baby, ride my dick like the greedy, messy slut you are,” he says, slapping my ass before dragging me down to kiss him. As his tongue invades my mouth, his cock thrusts hard into my pussy.

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