Page 88 of Ruin
I sneer at her. “But first, birthday spankings.”
Tossing her shredded dress on the bathroom counter, I shove her on top of it, forcing her arms straight, and pullingher hips so her ass is high in the air. I rip off her panties, making sure the fabric cuts into her soft pussy painfully.
“Fuck, Tommy!” She glares at me in the mirror, and I smirk at her.
“Just an appetizer, birthday girl,” I snarl.
Popping open a bottle of her almond oil on the counter, I pour it all over her ass until she’s coated, and it’s dripping on the floor.
Without preamble, I bring my palm down hard on her ass with a sharp crack. She inhales sharply but glowers at me in the mirror, refusing to make a sound.
“Count, Giovanna. You get 21 of these if you count. If you don’t, I’ll keep going until you beg me to stop.”
“I’m not begging you for shit,” she grits out through clenched teeth.
I smile evilly at her. “Your birthday, your call.” I slam myhand down on her ass again, rubbing my palm through the oil, choosing the same side instead of switching, and she bucks.
“Two.” She grinds out the word.
I chuckle softly and slap her ass again, hard.
“Three.” She bites out the word, still staring me down, fury on her face in the mirror.
Around 10, she collapses her upper body on the counter, unable to hold herself up. I keep going until we get to 21 and her ass is glowing red, her legs shaking, tears streaming down her face.
“One more to grow on, birthday girl,” I snarl, giving her one more solid smack, my dick hard as a rock.
Before she can move, I push four fingers into her pussy and smirk. “Soaking wet for me.” I pump a few times until she’s moaning, then withdraw my fingers and slap her pussy. She moans, her eyelids heavy.
“Bad girls don’t get to come,” I whisper in her ear. “But I do.”
Smearing the almond oil over her back entrance, I unzip my jeans and drop them just enough to pull my cock out then plunge balls deep into her ass without warning. She howls, her eyes and mouth opening wide as she arches her back sharply, her legs shaking like an earthquake. Spreading her cheeks with both hands, I fuck her hard, slamming her hips into the counter.
“Fuck! Tommy!”
Sliding in and out of her, I groan. She’s so fucking tight that it hurts me as much as it probably hurts her. “Your ass looks so good getting broken open by my cock, baby. I wish you could see it. Oh, wait. You can.”
I keep pumping into her as I pull my phone out of my back pocket, click open the camera, and record. “God damn, Giovanna, you take cock up your ass like a fucking pro.”
I lift the phone so that the reflection of her and me is included in the frame. She can barely focus her eyes, and she snakes her hand between her legs, rubbing her clit and moaning my name as I fuck her.
“You fucking like this too much for it to be a punishment,” I sneer. “You’re so wet, you’re dripping down my balls.”
She moans, rubbing faster, panting, and I move the phone so I can record her touching herself. When her body starts to tense, and her eyes close, her jaw dropping open as she’s about to come, I smack her hand away.
“I fucking told you,” I growl. “Bad girls don’t come.”
She whines angrily in response, her hazel eyes almostbrown in the reflection. I smirk as I film her, zooming in on her face in a close-up. “Tell me why you’re not allowed to come.”
Groaning, she buries her face in her hands and slams her ass back against me, fucking herself on my cock. I bend over her back and prop the phone against the mirror at an angle showing her face as I slam into her from behind.
“Nah, you don’t get off that easy.” Picking up the tattered dress on the counter, I stretch it out like a rope, and pull her forehead back, shoving the middle of the fabric into her mouth. I grip one end in each hand like reins, and pull back, forcing her to look into the phone camera, as I fuck her. “Why aren’t you allowed to come?”
“Uh, uh, uh.” She can’t close her mouth, and every thrust forces a grunt out of her.
I grin at her in the mirror. “Wrong answer, baby. Try again.” When she doesn’t answer, just continues grunting. I shake my head at her in the mirror. “Maybe you need a little incentive.”
Shifting both ends of the makeshift reins into one hand, I slap her already bright red ass hard with a satisfying smack, over and over. Her eyes pop open wide, and she moans around the dress gagging her. “I’m a—I’m a—I’m a—”
