Oh god, what’s wrong with me!
“Killian,” I gasp and as my lips part, salt springs over my tongue.
Am I crying?
“Yes, darling?” Killian asks so softly that he almost sounds like a dream.
“Am I a good girl yet?”
“Not yet,” he purrs and his free hand slides into my hair, forcing my head down onto the sheets. “But I’ll make you a good girl.”
Fire rains down on my ass then as Killian delivers another hard spank to each cheek.
I yelp.
Another spank to each and another. Then I'm sobbing as pain throbs harshly throughout my ass and my thighs slip against each other as my pussy throbs in desire alongside the ache of pain.
Another spank and I’m gasping noiselessly, unable to stop squirming in his lap despite how the very air is stinging my skin.
Then Killian thrusts two fingers into my soaked pussy and I cum with a scream.
The orgasm tears through me like a bullet and every muscle seizes up inshock. There’s nothing but a frozen moment of intense ecstasy before I crumple and the ripples of pleasure cascade over me like I’m drowning. My body quivers and Killian’s laugh trickles through that moment of desperate suspense.
I came? So quickly from being spanked? What’s wrong with me?
“I guess youlikebeing the bad girl,” Killian teases and he lazily pumps his fingers in and out of me, teasing my folds with his thumb as the shocks of pleasure slowly fade and I’m left a panting, sticky mess in his lap.
“I don’t… know,” I gasp. “I didn’t know that was a thing.”
“I just wanted to see how wet you were,” Killian says and he pulls his fingers free from my pussy. I whimper, then wince as he wipes my juices over the throbbing fire that exists on my ass.
“Roll over.”
I can’t move. My limbs are like jelly and my lungs can’t take in enough air. Spreading my palms, I try to find the sensation in my legs to move but nothing exists below the throb of pain.
Killian spanks me again so hard that air is forced from my lungs.
“Ow!”
“Roll over!” he demands again and I redouble my efforts but the struggle is real. Impatience seeps into Killian’s next spank and I shriek as my pussy throbs, already tingling with desire for more.
I curl my fingers into the duvet, my heart thumping right out of my chest as I fear another painful spank. It spikes up my spine but I’m still boneless from my orgasm.
Move Cara!
Killian takes matters into his own hands. His fingers grip my waist and he flips me over so quickly my stomach lurches. My back hits the bed and in a single bounce, he’s between my thighs, his hard and now free cock sliding through my pussy as his left-hand clamps around my throat.
I choke.
His eyes are dark as he restricts my breathing and applies pressure around my throat. Yet my focus is pulled to his rock-hard cock teasing through my folds.
“Playing bad girl doesn’t mean we forget the rules now, does it?” Killian demands and my heart tries to escape my chest and offer itself to him in apology. I shake my head quickly.
Please, please fuck me. Oh god please, please!
I’vemissed this. The heated, possessive desire. It’s clearly had time to grow in our absence. Killian’s grip around my neck tightens suddenly and no air makes it past my lips on my next gasp. A second later, he plunges his cock deep into my pussy in one powerful move and my world tilts.
I’d scream but I can’t. My ass throbs constantly as his cock pounds feverishly into my body. I can’t do anything but exist in this moment, to be fucked and used.