Page 37 of The Count

“Yes… please…! Please! I need a fucking, sir!” I wailed.

There was no dignity in me left. Not even a shred of it. No sense of pride. Nothing. The only thing that remained was shameful need.

I’m not sure when it happened, but in that moment, I knew I had given him my surrender. Not just with my body, but with my mind.

“I’m not going to fuck this needy little pussy. You’re going to beg me to fuck another hole, my bad little girl,” he rumbled.

The panic that had risen during my belting returned with a vengeance. He couldn’t actually mean that. Normal people wouldn’t want to do those kinds of things. My thighs pressed together nervously, and my inner walls fluttered with greed, wanting every inch of his cock pressing inside it.

“Please fuck my pussy. Please. I’ll be a good girl,” I pleaded.

“Good girls get good hard fuckings in their needy little pussies, don’t they?” he asked.

“Yes, sir,” I whimpered.

“You weren’t a good girl, were you?”

“No, sir,” I wailed. I knew he was right.

My thighs were trembling now, and I knew he could see it. His hand hadn’t left my pussy, sliding over my clit again and again as he relentlessly teased me.

The thought of his cock sinking into metherewas so incredibly shameful that I couldn’t voice it. Somehow, it felt more wicked than a bare bottom spanking, or even a spanking on my wet pussy, or even a piece of ginger inside my asshole. It felt more personal, more intimate than anything the two of us had ever done.

“Bad girls get fucked good and hard in their tight little assholes,” he murmured.

His words removed all possibility that he could be talking of something else completely. There was no hidden meaning anymore, simply pure intention.

His cock was going inside my ass.

I moaned, shaking with unreleased pleasure as his fingertip glided over my clit again. My legs were quaking hard.

“Please,” I begged.

“I know you need to come, little girl.”

“Sir,” I cried.

He stood up, lifting the belt off the bed. He kicked my legs open and before I knew what was happening, the belt licked between my thighs. Not once or twice, but three times.

I screamed, the stinging overwhelming in an instant. My pussy burned, the flames licking my sensitive folds over and over again in a crescendo of cruel sensation. The stinging didn’t fade right away, and I was left whimpering from it.

“Tell me what you need, my bad girl,” he demanded.

There was no use fighting it anymore. This was happening.

“I need you to fuck me,” I wailed.

“How,” he pressed.

“Like a bad girl,” I whispered hoarsely. My hands swept forward, covering my face as if it would hide any semblance of my shame.

“Be more specific,” he pushed.

“I need you to fuck my bottom so I can come, sir,” I pleaded. My voice shook with every syllable, but every wall inside me had crumbled before him.

He’d set me free.

“I’m going to give you everything you need, my Mina.”

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