Page 58 of Devious Madness

I grin into her breast when she refuses me.

Raising my hand, I bring it down hard, slapping her thigh sharply.

She cries out but still doesn’t spread her legs.

Another smack, and another.

“All right!” She yells, making me pause just before I unleash another slap.

With all the attitude she can muster, she opens her legs. The dark pink on her thighs from the spanks, contrasts against the creamy skin of her inner thighs.

“Good girl.” I press a soft kiss in the valley between her breasts.

A soft mewl sound escapes from her as I slide my hand between her thighs, finding the wetness I knew would be there. She can protest, but her body tells me her truth.

“I’m going to make you come, but you have to be a goodgirl, can you do that? Can you keep being my good girl?” Pushing one finger through her folds, I bring my wet fingertip to her clit.

“Yes.”

“Are you sure?” Rolling her clit beneath my finger has her eyes turning glassy.

“Yes.” Her hands fist over her head. “Oh, please.”

“What is you want? Tell me.”

Her face flushes again.

She’s panting with need.

“Are you not listening again?” I take my hand away from her pussy, watching as she deflates from the pleasure being taken away.

My cock is getting uncomfortably hard.

“Don’t stop!” She thrashes her head to the side, frustrated.

Without hesitation I grab her hips and flip her onto her belly. I spank her again and again with my open palm until her ass from curve to top is bright red. When I finally stop, she’s panting even harder, and her legs have spread wide.

She looks up at me from over her shoulder, her eyes glassy with desire.

Fuck.

Arching her back, she pushes her ass up at me.

“Mira.” I touch the inside of her thigh, dragging my fingers up to her pussy.

She’s drenched. A shiver runs through her body as I brush against her clit.

“Please,” she says sweetly now. No more demands.

I thrust two fingers into her pussy, curling my fingers just enough for her to moan. Her hands, I notice, are still over her head. She hasn’t moved them.

She can be so good when she tries. She just needs the right motivation.

“What do you want, Mira? Answer the question.”

With a soft sigh, she looks up at me.

“I want you to fuck me, Rurik. Hard. Don’t stop, don’t hold back, just fuck me.”

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