Page 15 of The Count

His palm cupped my face, his thumb pressing over my lips and silencing me gently. With a nervous shiver, I dared to look back into his gaze.

“Bend back over the table. It’s time,” he instructed. I watched as he grasped the root. The overhead light made the juice glisten, highlighting the places he’d scored with the paring knife.

“What’s going to happen?” I questioned nervously.

He didn’t answer, which somehow made it worse. As scared as I was though, I still felt safe somehow. I don’t know why, but I knew he wouldn’t hurt me.

My pussy throbbed all the harder because of that.

He grasped my upper arm and gently led me to the table. He guided me over it, hoisting me up a bit so that my toes didn’t quite reach the floor. His fingers grazed my scorched bottom and he patted it, jostling my cheeks just enough so that my pussy felt every single shameful movement.

“You wanted me to catch you, bad girl,” he began.

“I…”

He slapped the tops of my thighs hard several times, reigniting the burn and my lips opened and somehow words came out.

“Yes,” I gasped.

“Yes,sir,” he corrected.

I said the words before I even thought about them. In some ways, it was comforting and in others it amplified the dichotomy of power between us right now.

“A spanking wasn’t enough to teach you to follow the rules, was it?”

“No… sir,” I replied hesitantly, shivering because I wanted to know what came next. Would he fuck me? Would I enjoy it?

His hands squeezed the backs of my thighs, just brushing my wet folds. A spark of desire surged through me, and I had difficulty staying still.

“You need more, don’t you?” he asked, and those fingers glided along my inner thigh more boldly now.

I did need more. I needed his cock to sink deep inside me, but I wouldn’t dare admit it. Not for anything.

I chewed my lip, trying to keep quiet.

“I’m going to enjoy this next part very, very much, little girl,” he continued.

The use of little girl struck me this time. It felt like he’d deliberately avoided my name and used a term to make me feel small, vulnerable, and exposed. In that moment, it felt safe, but it also terrified me more than anything about what else he had planned.

“You will give me your surrender, little girl. Before long, you’re going to be begging me for what you need in veryexplicitdetail,” he warned.

I whimpered softly. Instinctually, I knew he wasn’t bluffing, but I still had some sliver of pride left. I didn’t want to break for him.

My mind didn’t, at least. My body certainly did. The two were at war and I was no longer certain which was going to come out the victor.

The muscles of my body clenched nervously, and his palm pressed between my legs, cupping my pussy possessively.

Oh, my god. Oh, mygod.

His fingers were touching my bare pussy and no matter how much I squeezed my legs together or pretended this wasn’t happening, I couldn’t deny it any longer.

The pads of his finger slid over my clit and a shamefully aroused moan escaped me before I could stop it. The moment the sound left me, I clapped my lips shut, but it was already too late.

“Do you know how I know you need this?” he asked.

His fingers started to lightly circle my clit and my entire body shuddered with pleasure of its own accord. I couldn’t have stopped it if I tried.

“No, sir,” I whispered hoarsely.

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