Page 23 of Pretty Plaything
Chapter 11
ISCREAM AT THE TOPof my lungs when Alessandro yanks my panties down, exposing me to him completely.
I’m not sure if I’m more embarrassed that he’s doing this to me or because of the heat that’s pooling between my legs.
I want to fight him, but he’s so strong.
Too strong.
“Quiet,” he says.
I open my mouth to scream again, but he stuffs my panties into my mouth. Shock and surprise overcome me, and the heat inside me intensifies when he smacks my ass again.
Why is he doing this? Why is this happening to me?
How can I like it when he humiliates me like this?
Every strike of his hand stings like hell, but no matter how much I struggle, I can’t escape his punishing smacks. My ass feels like it’s on fire.
I manage to spit my panties out of my mouth, but I can’t find it in me to scream anymore as he brings his hand down on my heated flesh over and over again.
When he stops, his palm rests on my ass, and the tingling in my core grows stronger, demanding something—I’m not even sure what it is.
He caresses my skin, and then his fingers trail between my legs. I jerk back, my thighs closing around his hand.
But as his fingers touch my opening, I push against them.
I want him to touch me.
I want to rub myself against him and relieve this crazy pressure that’s built up inside me.
He lets out a small laugh and pulls his hand away.
Something like a moan of protest escapes my throat, and I’m absolutely mortified.
What’s wrong with me?
Alessandro lowers my dress and pulls me up, so I’m standing with my back pressed against his front.
I can feel something poking at my back. His erection?
Oh hell.
I don’t know what I think or how I feel about that.
When I look up, I see my reflection in the mirror. My makeup has smeared, and Alessandro is looking at me with a smile on his face, his piercing blue eyes full of hunger.
He pulls away from me and picks up my panties off the floor.
“Clean yourself up,” he says, stuffing my panties into the pocket of his pants.
