Page 114 of Burn Bag

I cried out as I felt a single knuckle brush against my pussy. My legs shook and my eyes snapped shut at the sensations zipping through me. I wasn’t sure I could take this. He was beating me at my own game.

When he got to his feet, his eyes were back on mine. “Is this payment for my truck?”

Was this a trick question? I wasn’t sure, but I bit my lip and nodded.

“Because you’ve been a bad girl.”

I nodded again.

“And bad girls get punished,” he growled. “Spread those legs wider.”

The intensity in his eyes was almost too much, but I did as he said, my heart hammering out of control as I waited for whatever happened next.

A harsh slap landed against my pussy and I cried out, not expecting the sting or the abuse.

Tsking, he shook his head at me. “You’ve been a bad girl. You haven’t been listening to your man, have you?”

I shook my head and another harsh slap landed against my pussy. I cried out this time, but not out of pain. God, the pleasure…it was unlike anything I’d ever felt before.

“Should you be punished for what you did?”

I wanted to say yes, but instead, I bit my lip again and shook my head.

“No, huh?” He stepped forward and slid his finger through my soaked pussy, rubbing slowly. “You deliberately disobeyed me. You fucked up my truck, and you put yourself in danger. And you don’t think you should be punished?”

He finished with a harsh pinch to my clit that had me crying out in pain. But with that rush of pain came an earth-shattering rush of fire that lit my whole body.

“I want to hear you say it.”

My lips parted, but I didn’t know what he wanted me to say. This wasn’t exactly something I had ever done before, and definitely not the direction I thought it would go.

“Say…what?”

“Tell me I’m your man.”

“You’re my man,” I repeated.

“And you will fucking listen to me.”

I swallowed hard, forcing the words past my lips. “I will fucking listen to you.”

“Tell me you will never fucking put yourself in danger again.”

I scowled at him. “Like you put yourself in danger every time you go out on a job?”

He smirked at me. “There she is.”

Surprised, I didn’t know what to say as his lips crashed down on mine and he tore the lingerie from my body in one swift motion. In an instant, I was on my back, naked underneath him as he settled between my legs and slapped his dick against my pussy.

“You will never do anything like that again,” he said softer thistime, pressing a kiss to my lips. “I don’t ever want to get a fucking call again telling me you’re in the hospital.”

I nodded and he pressed more kisses to my cheeks, to my eyelids, and down my nose.

“You fucking scared the shit out of me.”

“I know,” I whispered. “I’m sorry.”

“You better be.” He kissed me hard and then pulled back. “I’m growing quite fond of my wife.”

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