Smack. Smack.
By now my ass is really starting to sting, so I bite down on another curse word, and huff out a relieved breath when he lays his hand gently on my cheek.
“Are you happy?” I taunt him. “Got the punishment out of your system, did you?”
“That wasn’t a punishment, Lia,” he murmurs, rubbing my bottom. “That was nowhere near a punishment. When I punish you, you’llknow.”
I swallow nervously.
“Are you… are you going to do that now?”
“Do you want me to?”
“No!”
“Don’t worry.” He pauses in his rubbing. “I wasn’t planning to, today. But I have every intention of punishing you soon. I’m going to fuckingbreakyou, Lia. I’m going to destroy you. You won’t be able to walk when I’m done with you. Let alone sit.”
Fuck. I have no doubt he’s being entirely serious. Beads of sweat break out at my temple, and I’m once more reminded just how helpless I am… how entirely at his mercy.
“But just now, Lia,” he murmurs, giving me one last hard smack, “just now, I wanted to see that fat ass of yoursjiggle.”
My anxiety is once again replaced by humiliation, which only grows when he grabs each of my cheeks and… parts them.
“Logan,” I choke out, “what are you doing?”
“Well, since you don’t like it when I touch your pussy… Ithought I’d play with something else.”
As he speaks, he drags a finger up and down my crack, applying pressure to the little ring of muscle. Itwouldbe enjoyable if I didn’t know what was coming next.
In fact, itisenjoyable, in some perverse way. I clench my pussy, trying to get some relief from the throbbing pressure, before heat blooms on my face when I remember he can see it.
My leg is still firmly hooked to the chain that’s pulling my knee up, and my folds are on full display.
“Oh, interesting,” he croons. “Maybe youdowant me to touch your little cunt, Lia.”
“Logan…”
“Tell me, Lia. Want me to finger your cunt? Want me to make you come? Hmm? I won’t if you don’t want me to.”
He speaks those last words in a different tone, a much more serious one that has me straining my neck to catch a glimpse of him. But he’s standing behind me, and I can only make out his outline.
“Well, Lia?”
“Uhm… would you touch my ass if I didn’t want you to?”
He marks a beat, then says, “No.”
“Would you… would you untie me?”
Another pause, longer this time. “I’d at least put some clothes on you. Is that what you want me to do, Lia?”
I can’t see him, and even though his voice is deeper now, when he says those words it’s like I can picture the fifteen-year-old version of him. My heart suddenly feels very full, and I squeeze out one of the tears he seems so fond of.
“No,” I mumble.
“No?” He lets out a mocking laugh that should make me regret my answer. But instead, it sends more wetness to my folds.
He walks around to my front, grinning smugly, and wrapshis arms around my helpless body. One hand finds my ass again, and the other one tweaks at my left nipple. Meanwhile, I can feel his stiff cock through his jeans, pushing against my pussy, and it takes everything I have not to grind into it.