Page 78 of Swallow Your Sorries

“I-I’m not—” she sputters, but never completes the sentence.

“You are, aren’t you?” I ask as something blooms in my chest. My thumb inches closer to the heat radiating from her core, sinking right into the groove where her pussy meets her inner thigh. She gasps, pulling at my wrists, but just like our first time at the studio, and just like on the dock when I’d massaged her thigh, she doesn’t actually push me away. She holds me. Sinks her useless little nails into my flesh, but that’s all. Because she’s weak when it comes to me.

She likes it, just like she likes all those little softcore domination videos.

Especially the ones where the couples are in public, hidden in some dark little corner.

“Is that what it is, Dove? I’m making you too nervous to relax and open up for me?”

“Like hell you do.” Again, she’s breathless.

I keep her ass pinned to the floor with my cock, as my other hand creeps over her stomach, up her ribcage, and over her left breast where the neckline of her leotard is digging into her flesh. “Then why is your heart beating so hard, your tit’s ready to pop out… Why the fuck are you wearing something so small anyway?”

“What’s it to you?” She grabs my wrist with delicate little fingers, actually trying to pry my hand away this time, but it only makes me more determined to keep touching what’s mine. I slide it beneath her leotard, catching her nipple between my index and middle finger before squeezing hard.

“Oh!” she whimpers, but this time, there’s more pain laced with her pleasure as my fingers glide over a raised patch of skin. At the contact, she tries to sit up but I drive my cock deeper, stabbing at that thin barrier separating me from her hot channel

“What is that?” I ask, fingering the rough patch.

Again, she tries to rip my hand from her breast.

“try to stop me again and I’ll rip your whole tit out.” I tug on her nipple for emphasis, rolling it between my fingers. “Not that I’m opposed to that. I’ve been waiting to see them again.”

The cute blush that’s spreading over her chest rises to her cheeks, the hue deepening.

“Your flush is so damn cute,” I blurt, wanting to stroke the colour on her cheeks, but the hardness of her nipple and the heat of her pussy where my thumb’s continuing its ministrations is just too good to leave. “It matches your rosy nipples perfectly. Your pussy’s the same colour too? Isn’t it?”

My thumb dips below the crotch of her leotard and over her stockings where I find her swollen, slippery clit.

She’ssoaked.

Again, she bucks violently, but those little useless fingers don’t push me off. They only tighten around my wrist.

“You can’t do that, you can’t just touch me like that,” she rasps, fire burning in her eyes, but there’s a different kind of heat there too.

I snort. “I can do whatever the fuck I want with my doll. Whatever and whenever I feel like playing. We’ll play. Didn’t you learn that in the theatre?”

Her breath hitches but I don’t think it’s mere shock. Her eyes are so damn expressive, and there’s something else swirling in them.

Excitement.

“I’ll scream,” she licks her lips. “I’ll call instructor Lee over—”

“No, you won’t,” I say confidently, flicking her nub, and she fights to keep her eyes trained on me instead of rolling them into the back of her head. “I think you hate how much you like it. You like the rough way I touch you. Choke you. Pin you down. Just how you like it when I chase you.”

“What the fuck are you talking about?”

“At the studio, when you sprinted into traffic to get away from me, yet you kept slowing down to look over your shoulder at me. At the lake, when you crawled around the greenhouse with your pussy exposed, and your skirt barely covering your ass. Now, as you’re trying to squirm away from me and yet rub your swollen clit on my dick at the same time.”

She gapes at me incredulously. “You’re delusional.”

“Am I? Is that why you marked me in front of the entire school? Claimed me?”

I grind into her.

“Mmm…”

“Because you hate me so much?”

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