Page 205 of Sins of the Hidden

I shifted my grip to her hips, my fingers digging in as I maneuvered her. Flipped her onto her stomach on the floor with controlled force. She landed on her hands and knees, instinctively raising her ass as her back curved. Her palms pressed flat against the tile, supporting her weight. My hand connected with her flesh, the crack echoing off walls like a gunshot. A startled cry tore from her lips, body jerking forward.

My handprint bloomed across her skin—exactly as intended.

I traced the mark's edge with my fingertip, pressing lightly. "You respond to intensity. You always open up when I put my hands on you." Watching goosebumps rise. She clenched around nothing, muscles fluttering visibly.

She moaned, body pushing back toward me where I knelt behind her, begging without words. Wetness trickled down her thighs, catching light.

I brought my hand down again, the motion deliberate and controlled. Lighter this time, watching her ass bounce. Anotherstrike, harder, watching her flesh ripple, the sound echoing through the empty space. "Perfect like this, Oakley. Mine, wet and wanting me."

Her voice broke, desperate. "V—" Her hips rocked back, seeking more.

I leaned down, bending over her prone form to kiss the sensitive skin where my hand had been. "I couldn't stop if I wanted to. You're everything."

My fingers sank deep into her pussy once more from behind, thrusting rhythmically as my tongue found her clit, moving with measured intensity. Her body arched like a bow, pushing back to take me deeper.

She trembled around my head, slick running down her legs, catching light as she rocked into my mouth. Two fingers sank deeper, curving upward, pressing against that spot that made her hips jerk violently. Her back arched further, pushing her ass higher.

Her sensitive clit pulsed beneath my fingertips as I pressed firmly. A slow, unhurried lick circled those fingers, my tongue tasting her sweetness, dragging in tight circles.

A strangled moan tore from her throat, thighs clenching as her hips bucked helplessly onto my tongue and fingers. She clawed at the tile, spine twisting, toes curling like she could fight it off.

I pressed my mouth harder against her pussy, speaking directly into her heated wetness. "That's it. Give it to me." My words vibrated against her trembling flesh. "Let me hear you fall apart." My teeth scraped lightly against her inner thigh as her legs quaked.

"You were made for this. Made for me." I punctuated each word with deeper pressure from my fingers. "Say it."

My lips vibrated against her shaking thigh as another broken plea fell. I sank my fingers deeper, curling them precisely.

"Say who you belong to." The command was muffled against her wet heat.

Another lick—longer, rougher—dragged upward, flicking sharply against her hypersensitive clit. Her body arched violently, pussy clenching around my fingers as her second orgasm tore through her, leaving her sobbing with pleasure.

"Then don't leave," she whispered afterward, the confession bleeding out with her aftershocks.

"No one else gets to know what you feel like from the inside. I'll preserve your shape in memory forever."

I moved up alongside her prone form, my body covering hers as I pressed into every soft curve. Coarse denim scraped against her delicate thighs, leaving faint marks. My chest brushed her back, heart maintaining a steady rhythm despite her ragged breathing.

Her spine curved beneath me, each ridge a prayer beneath my hand. I lowered my head, lips grazing the delicate line of her neck. Tasting salt and warmth. Her pulse raced beneath my lips when teeth scraped lightly over sensitive skin.

My hand slid up to cup her chin, fingers tightening as my thumb pressed into the soft underside of her jaw. Forced her head to tilt up from the floor. Those wide, glassy eyes—half-lidded and heavy with satisfaction—met mine in the reflective surface of a metal mixing bowl that had fallen to the counter above us.

She whimpered softly, the sound vibrating through my fingertips at her waist. Her hips rolled back instinctively, grinding against the hardness pressing into her thigh. Her slick arousal left shining trails along my skin.

I reached across the floor to where my bat leaned against the wall within arm's reach, fingers wrapping around familiar wood. Lifted it with practiced ease. The wood felt smooth and heavyin my grip. Her eyes widened when she realized what I was planning, but instead of fear, I saw curiosity flickering there.

"You've been so good today. Working hard, creating something beautiful." I paused, watching her eyelashes flutter. "And good girls get rewards."

A shiver ran down her spine as I traced smooth wood along her inner thigh. She made a small sound—caught between whimper and moan—her body reacting instinctively. The bat dragged higher, ghosting along the crease where thigh met hip.

Her breath caught as her hips tilted toward the bat, silently begging. I tapped it gently against her pussy, watching her eyes darken. She gasped, body already responding to the promise of what was coming.

"Tell me you want this," I commanded, holding the bat just out of reach.

"I—" She swallowed hard, cheeks flushing. "Yes. Please."

I guided the smooth, rounded end to her entrance, watching her face as I pressed forward slowly. Her body resisted briefly before accepting the intrusion, stretching to accommodate the unforgiving hardness. Her pussy stretched slowly around the bat, every inch pushing her limits—skin pulling taut, muscles trembling, breath caught like it might snap.

Her spine arched off the floor, muscles rippling. The polished wood slid between her wet folds, meeting heated flesh. Her body tensed, then yielded, accepting inch by careful inch. The stretch forced a guttural sound from her throat—pleasure and pressure merging into something primal. The bat sliding inside her made a slick, low sound I'd never forget—like the room itself was bearing witness.

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