Chapter 38 #2
“Take your fucking panties off and hand them to me.”
Her breath hitches.
“ Now , little sinner.”
Her eyes burn with blue fire as they lock with mine.
Her face heats, her tongue slipping out to run across her bottom lip, still swollen from my kiss.
She keeps her gaze on me as she slowly pulls up her dress, then slips her hands beneath it.
She swallows, bending at the knees and peeling her panties down her legs, lifting one heeled foot and then the other to slip them off.
She’s shaking when she places the little black lace thong in my palm.
“Now turn around, open your mouth, and grab the top shelf with both hands.”
A tremor ripples through Brooklyn's exposed shoulders but she nods, turning to face the bookcase and reaching up to the top shelf.
“ Good girl . Now—open your mouth.”
I bring her panties to my nose, inhaling her sweet scent. I can feel the dewy wetness clinging to the lace, and my cock swells and twitches as I reach my hand around her and stuff the thong into her mouth.
Brooklyn moans quietly, then trembles again when I grab a fistful of her gown at the back and yank it all the way up her thighs and over her tight dancer’s ass.
“Count them aloud,” I murmur sternly. “I’m going to remind this ass exactly whose it is .”
I draw back, and when I crack my palm across her ass, it’s like I’m punishing the world for all the shit it’s handed her.
CRACK .
Brooklyn shrieks, rising up on her toes as red blooms over her soft skin.
“ One ,” she mumbles through the panties in her month.
I wind up a second time, slamming my palm against the other cheek and making her writhe and flinch and rise up on her toes again.
“ Two !”
I keep spanking her, wanting to brutalize the fucking world and remind her exactly how mine she is, all at once.
By the time I hit eight, she’s squirming and squeezing her thighs together.
By ten, she’s a moaning, shuddering mess as she sags against the bookshelves, drooling into her fucking panties.
I didn't tell her how many there would be, but by eleven I can’t hold back.
Brooklyn whimpers eagerly when I yank my belt open and rip down my zipper. I pull out my swollen cock, fisting it as I grab a handful of her hair, using my weight to pin her in place. I shove my thigh between hers, prying her legs wide apart before I ease my cock against her slick little pussy.
I ram inside with one insane thrust, making Brooklyn scream into the panty gag as she rises up onto the balls of her feet again. She moans desperately as I grind as deeply as I can.
My hand slides over her hip to plunge between her legs, cupping her pussy from the front and rolling her clit with my thumb.
I slide out, teasing her with my swollen head and relishing the way she moans and shakes when I rub her swollen clit.
Then I slide right back in, groaning at the way her back arches and her breath comes in short, staccato little whimpers.
I twist her long blonde hair around my other hand, fisting it and tugging sharply, making her squeal when I yank her head back. My teeth rake across her neck as I roll her clit and fuck my cock into her, hard .
“Not a single other man will ever lay his fucking hands on you,” I snarl, rolling my hips and burying my thick cock in her pussy.
Her slick, velvety walls grip my dick tightly, milking me as I fuck into her, claiming her against the bookcase.
She moans, her back arching as she pushes her ass back to meet my thrusts.
“ Whose fucking pussy is this?” I hiss, ramming into her so hard that she rocks up onto the balls of her feet again, the muscles in her arms tense and corded as she clutches the shelf above her head.
She moans something unintelligible into her panties before I tug them from her mouth. I reach up and wrap them around her wrists, binding them together before I loop some of the lace over a hook driven into the top shelf, keeping her there, at my mercy.
“ Answer me ,” I groan, driving into her and gritting my teeth as I feel her sweet pussy leaking all over my swollen cock. “ Whose fucking pussy is this? ”
“ Yours!! ” she sobs, writhing in pleasure as I fuck her from behind and play with her swollen clit. “ It’s your pussy, sir !”
“And does my fucking pussy want to come all over this fat fucking cock?”
A shudder wrenches through her, arching her back as her arms strain against the lace binding her to the shelves and she moans even louder.
“ Yes, sir !” she shrieks, her body shaking and her pussy clamping down tight around my cock.
“Then be a good girl,” I snarl as I pound into her, rearing back and spanking her ass. “And come all over that big fat dick, babygirl. Be my good girl and?—”
“ Oh FUCK!! ”
She screams, her whole body spasming as pure pleasure rips from her throat. She moans when I grab her by the jaw, twist her head around, and lean in to kiss her viciously, punishingly , as I ram my cock all the way inside her to the hilt.
“ I’m coming !!” she wails into my mouth as I follow her over the edge. Her hot pussy ripples and clenches my cock, shattering the last of my ability to hold back.
With a groan, I roll her clit again and then bury every thick inch of my cock into her, grinding as deep as I can as I feel myself get ready to release.
“ Come with me, babygirl . Come all over my fat fucking cock like a good girl.”
Her cum floods my cock, dripping down my balls just as they tighten and spasm. I crush my mouth to hers, kissing her possessively as my cum spills into her tight little cunt.
Just to be sure she knows exactly how mine and only mine she is, I end up fucking her once more across a table in that same room, before I drop to my knees and feast on her freshly-fucked, swollen pussy.
Her panties are too ruined for her to wear after being stretched and ripped against that hook I bound her to.
But that is just a fun little reminder that keeps a smile on my face and my dick hard as I spend the rest of the evening watching her move around the gala, talking to people and smiling away.
…All without panties, and my cum dripping down her thighs.