“Sir,please…” I whispered, my voice desperate and barely audible.
He pushed a second finger inside my bottom, and I couldn’t stop myself from wailing this time at the much fiercer spark of burning agony. He held one hand on my hip, firmly pinning me in place as he forced two fingers inside my very reluctant hole.
“Sir! It hurts!” I whined hoarsely.
“I know, angel.”
He knew I was testing him. He didn’t need to say it, but we both knew it. I hadn’t thought he would do anything in public like this, but I had been very wrong.
I understood that now.
“Why did you defy me, angel?”
“I…” My voice died.
His fingers inside me were merciless. My wetness had dried just a little, which meant that every punishing thrust was painful. I tried to tighten my bottom cheeks, but that only made things worse.
“Poland is my home. I don’t belong here,” I finally whined.
“I understand, angel,” he murmured.
“You do?” I asked, hopeful when his fingers started to slow their punishing pace.
“I do. I also know that you need a very rough reminder that you belong to me. I’ve been gentle with you thus far, but I can see now that you don’t need that,” he continued.
“Sir?” I whispered anxiously.
The hand gripping my hip tightened. He started thrusting his fingers in and out of my bottom and I couldn’t stop myself from yelping out loud. He fucked my asshole that way for several long minutes until I was overwhelmed.
“Please. I’ll be a good girl!” I promised.
“Who do you belong to?” he prodded.
He fingered my ass more roughly and I felt myself growing close to tears. My feet kicked a little bit. My asshole felt raw.
“You, sir,” I wailed, having trouble keeping my legs from trembling.
“You belong with me, don’t you, angel?” he pushed.
“Yes, sir! Please! I’m sorry!” I cried out with a sniffle. I blinked several times, and he finally drew his fingers free from my very well punished asshole. He lifted me easily from his leg and placed me back down on the floor. It was only then that I noticed that my panties hadn’t stayed around my legs and somewhere in the struggle, I’d let them fall to the floor.
I stared down at them and swallowed hard when I noticed that the seat was drenched with my arousal. Feeling truly chastised, I fidgeted with my hands as he paused just long enough to stare at the wet spot before tossing my shirt on top of it. He took a seat. I chewed the inside of my cheek when he reached for his belt buckle. My face must have fallen because he shook his head.
“Your punishment is over, sweet girl. Now you’re going to show me what a good girl you are by riding my cock,” he demanded boldly.
“Here? You can’t mean that…” I blushed heavily.
“You’re either going to ride me, angel, or I’m going to ride you. I should warn you though, if I’m the one doing the riding, then it isn’t just your tight pussy that’s going to get fucked. It will be your sore punished little ass too.”
A fresh wave of aroused fear washed over me, and I gulped as a hot drop of arousal dripped down my left inner thigh.
I couldn’t tear my eyes away as he unbuckled his belt and pushed his pants down, freeing his cock. It was so hard that it practically bounced. I could feel his steady gaze on me as I stepped from foot to foot. When I finally tore mine away from his thick length, I looked around, feeling contrite but also very nervous about climbing on top of him in the middle of a big retail store.
He held out his hand and I shuffled toward him.
“Climb on top of me, angel. I want you to ride my cock now. I need to feel your body squeeze me when you come,” he coaxed.
A hard shiver passed through me as I placed my hands on his shoulders. He lifted me on top of his lap, and I moaned softly. My bottom hole was still very sore, but it was nothing compared to the heat surging through me right now. The knowledge that he would punish me wherever and whenever he saw fit was so arousing that I could feel my need coursing deep in the marrow of my bones.