I slipped her panties down her legs until they dropped to the floor. She stepped out of them instinctively, and I kicked her ankles further apart. “I’ve been doing some bedtime reading,” I sneered. “It’s been quite informative.”
“It’s just a book…” she began, yelping as I landed a slap between her legs.
“Don’t lie to me, Faye. I’m not an idiot, so don’t you dare fucking take me for one.” I ran my thumb across her mouth, smearing her pretty lipstick. “That fucking pervert Vincent is very forthcoming on how dirty his sweet little Magpie was for him. You loved the way the filthy cunt hurt you, didn’t you? I’m reading it all, Faye, every sordid little detail, committing it all to memory.” The moan from her lips was a perfect blend of both lust and horror. “He made very sure to mention how his pretty bird likes her pussy punished. I know he slapped your tight little slit until you begged him to kiss it all better. Maybe I’ll kiss it all better, too, if you’re a fucking good girl.”
“Please,” she hissed, and her eyes were glazed. “Hurt me, Andy. Hurt me like he did.”
“I’ll hurt you better than that fucking prick ever did, I fucking promise.” I hooked my thumbs inside her pussy rings, pulling enough to stretch her lips wide. “You’re going to spread your legs for me, and you’re going to stay still, you understand?”
“Yes…”
I stepped away and watched her shift into position, offering me her pussy without reservation, hands still held high above her head. I took the crop down from the rail and tapped the soft flesh on the inside of her thighs. “So much I could do to you, Faye. So much Iwantto fucking do. I’m spoiled for choice.”
“Please…” she said. “Anything…”
I rubbed the crop over her clit, and she squirmed against the contact. “I’ll make it feel good, if you’re a good girl for me.”
“I’ll be good,” she said. “Fuck, Andy, that feels really nice.”
“And how about this?” I said, thwacking it hard against her thigh. “How does that fucking feel?”
“Ow, fuck… yes!”
“Did he hurt you like this, Faye?” I brought the crop up to her tits, flicking the end against her pert little nipples. She gasped and groaned, closing her eyes as she struggled to keep position. “I don’t give a fuck who wins the next coin toss, you’ll be wearing my bruises right the way through next week, I fucking promise.”
My words stoked the fire, and her eyes flashed open, blazing with defiance. “Then you’d better fucking hit me, hadn’t you? Come on, Andy, fucking give it to me!”
I thrashed her thighs for her audacity, and I thrashed them good. Her legs trembled with adrenaline, stripes darkening to crimson as blood pooled beneath the skin.
“Better?” I sneered.
She nodded, eyes watery.
“There’s so much more to come, Faye. So much more…”
I dropped the crop and used my palm to deliver heavy, thudding slaps across her tits. I twisted her nipples until she yelped, then took them into my mouth, biting and sucking and slurping until she begged for more. Fuck, how I loved hurting those sweet tits, marking them up so fucking pretty. I ground my fingers into her hungry snatch and she bucked at the contact, desperate to grind that tender little nub to orgasm.
“Please, Andy,” she wheezed. “Make me come.”
I slapped her cunt so hard she gritted her teeth. “You’ll come when I say so.”
“Bastard,” she said.
Two fingers slid inside her easily, so I opened her up with a third and she grunted. I snaked my free hand around her thigh to seek out her dirty little asshole, then worked a finger in dry. She let out low groan of pain. “I’ll fucking remember that,” she hissed.
“You’ll rememberthismore,” I said, and her body stiffened as I forced in another two. “Don’t pretend you don’t like it this way,” I snarled. “Your pussy well and truly fucking betrays you.”
“Fuck…” she wheezed. “Fuck, Andy, that fucking hurts…”
My fingers were brutal, stretching both holes nice and wide as she groaned and bucked and hissed at me. “Good girl,” I said. “Fucking take it.”
She brought her arms down from the wall, hooking them around my neck to rest on my shoulders, and with that leverage she pulled me closer, until her mouth was pressed to mine and her tongue was at my lips. I kissed her hard, muffling her squeal as I jammed a fourth finger into her pussy.
“Fuck me,” she groaned into my mouth. “Please, Andy, just fuck me.”
Her body made such delicious noises as I pulled my fingers out. I spun her around and pinned her hard, making her groan as her sweet bruised tits slapped the wall. I loosened my trousers enough to free my cock, and slammed into her sopping cunt with a growl of relief. I reached around to strum at her swollen clit, and my other hand found her mouth, forcing dirty fingers down her throat until she gagged.
“Come for me,” I snarled. “Come for me with my filthy fingers down your throat. Show me how dirty you are, Faye, show me the girl from those disgusting fucking books.”