CHAPTER SEVEN — STEPHANIE
David stops touching me, and I feel a bit disappointed. He rolls up the sleeves on his shirt. First the left, then the right.
"Take off your dress," he says, his voice an octave lower. "Leave the heels."
My hands are shaking as I reach back for the zipper, and it's a weird kind of shaking, because usually there's a little voice in the back of my head planning my next three moves.
But tonight it's just... quiet. For once I'm not trying to win.
I just want to be good for him, which is not a sentence I ever thought I'd think, but here we are.
The dress slides down and pools at my feet. I step out of it. The library air is cool and it pebbles my skin. I'm suddenly very aware that I'm not wearing a bra, just a scrap of lace and the nude heels, while he's still fully dressed with his sleeves rolled up like a man about to do a job.
"Those too," he says, nodding at the panties.
I hook my thumbs in them and slide them down and step out, and my whole body goes hot standing there bare in the middle of this borrowed room with him just looking at me, taking his time, letting me feel it.
"Bend over the table. Palms flat."
I lean over the oak. It's cold against my stomach and my breasts, and I flatten my hands on the wood and try to breathe.
"You're going to count," he says, coming up behind me. "And you're going to tell me what each one's for."
His hand comes down hard, an actual crack of it, and the sting lights up my whole backside. I gasp.
"One," I manage. "For— for believing John over you."
"Louder."
"One. For believing John over you." His hand lands again and I yelp.
"Two. For stealing your clothes and letting John wear them to make you angry."
He hits me on the back of my right thigh this time, and it stings like a motherfucker.
"Three. For vaping in—"
He keeps going, unhurried, and somewhere around six I lose count.
My ass is on fire. Between the hard ones he drags his fingers over the sting, almost soft, and every time I think he's finished he starts again, and the completely mortifying thing is that I can feel how wet I am, can feel it slick on the inside of my thighs, like my body has decided that being punished for the worst thing I've ever done is the hottest thing that's ever happened to it.
"Look at the state of you," he says. I hear him crouch down behind me, and then his thumbs spread me open and I feel the cool air right where I'm dripping.
"I've barely started and you're soaked. Is this what all of it's for, Stephanie?
You scheme and lie so I'll bend you over a table?
If you wanted to be punished so badly, all you had to do was ask. "
"No," I gasp, even as I push back toward his hand like a shameless idiot.
"Liar." He slides two fingers into me, slow, all the way, and my knees nearly go. "God, you're tight when you're being a good girl for me. Feel that? That's what happens when you stop fighting me."
He pumps his fingers slowly, then adds a third, stretching me, and his other hand comes around and finds my clit, and he does not tease.
He goes right to it, rubbing methodical circles, fast and firm.
I'm already so wound up from the spanking that it takes embarrassingly little time.
The pressure inside me coils tighter and tighter, until I'm shaking, trying to hold it, trying to be good—
"You don't come until you ask."
"Please," I whisper.
"I need to hear you say it," he says. I can hear the smirk in his voice.
Admitting that I want it… asking for it is so embarrassing for me, but I know that's why he needs me to do it.
"Please, can I come?" I ask.
"Come for me, baby girl."
I break apart over the table, biting down on my own forearm to keep quiet. He finger fucks me through it, pumping his fingers in and out while my pussy clenches around them.
"Good slut," he whispers in my ear. He nibbles down on it as pleasure seeps out of my body.
I don't get a second to recover. I hear his belt, then his zipper, and then his hand fists in my hair and pulls my head up off the table.
"We're nowhere near done," he says against my ear. "You've got a lot to make up for."
"Hands on the table," he says. I stand, placing my palms flat on the oak table.
He spreads my ass cheeks and squeezes my raw, tender flesh. Then I feel his hand at my lower back, pressing down, and I arch.
"God, you look so fuckable," he says.
He teases me, running his thick cock up and down my dripping slit.
I squirm and whimper.
"I love how desperate you are for my cock, Stephanie," he says. "Do you like being daddy's good little slut?"
"Mm-hmm," I murmur.
"Say it, Stephanie. Tell me you love being my little slut."
"I like being your slut," I whisper.
I feel a tingling sensation in my cunt as he continues to run his tip up and down my folds. I feel his tip enter me just a little bit and then pull out. "Ask for my cock," he says.
"Please give me your cock, daddy," I say.
"Good girl," he says.
He pushes into my pussy in one long stroke, and I cry out. Even though I'm insanely wet, I feel the stretch immediately. It hurts.
He's big and I feel him pushing up against my inner walls. He's usually slow at first, giving my body time to adjust, but not today. He's savage. Cruel, almost. He starts pounding into me hard, setting a frantic pace.
"Remember, this is a punishment, Stephanie," he says. "It has to hurt a little, or you won't learn your lesson."
He thrusts in particularly deep, and I yelp.
As much as it hurts, I feel myself getting more turned on by how rough he's being.
The fact that he's being so reckless with me is hot.
He's using my body like a tool, like a means to his own end, disregarding what I want and using me however he sees fit.
There's something cathartic about it too, being put in my place like this.
Being forced to repent for all my lies and scheming in such a visceral, physical way.
"You fucked me over, Stephanie," he says. "So now I'm going to fuck you. And you're going to take every inch of my cock without saying a word."
He reaches around and starts touching my clit. "And under no circumstances are you allowed to come," he says.
His other hand wraps around my neck, putting me in almost a chokehold, and pulls my body against his.
I jerk up off the table, palms down in the air. He's holding me against him as he thrusts into me.
On his next thrust, he goes so deep that I feel him hitting a wall. He holds it there, and I squirm, his cock nestled inside me as he rubs my clit.
"I bet you want to come right now, don't you?" he asks.
The hand that's wrapped around my neck moves up a little bit, so his fingers are right below my mouth. He slides his index finger on my bottom lip, running it back and forth. "Open," he says.
I open my mouth and he sticks his finger in. "Now suck. Suck my finger like you're going to suck my cock later." He continues thrusting while I suck on his finger. "Good little slut," he says.
He adds a second finger into my mouth and begins moving them in and out. It's degrading and humiliating, but hot.
"How does it feel having your mouth fucked with my fingers while I fuck your cunt?" he goads me.
He knows I can't say anything, and I can feel he's relishing in it, in my humiliation. And the fact that I'm getting turned on makes it worse and better at the same time.
"You're so wet, Stephanie," he growls. "You're such a horny little slut. You love being degraded like this. You love being used. I get it now why you push so hard, why you play your games. You've just been waiting for a man who can play them against you and actually win…"
He shoves his fingers back so far in my mouth that I gag. He moves his hand on my clit and snakes it up my body until it reaches my left breast. He cups my flesh in one hand and runs the pad of his thumb over my nipple.
He whispers in my ear. "Because this is ultimately what you want, isn't it, Stephanie? To be put in your place by a man like me who can force you to submit. Well, now you've got your wish, sweetheart. How does it feel?"
I can't answer, which is maddening.
He shoves his fingers further down my throat. "Choke on it, baby," he says. "There's going to be something much larger filling that mouth of yours very soon."
He twists my nipple and pulls his fingers out of my mouth. He grabs my hair in a fistful and yanks. My back arches and my ass presses tightly against his body. He thrusts harder, and my hands instinctively jut forward, reaching for the table. My palms hit the table, and I notice it start to shake.
He pulls out of me for a split second and grabs my hips.
He lifts me in the air and then places me so that I'm sitting on the table with my ass at the edge and my legs dangling off.
He grabs my inner thighs, pressing them down so I'm almost in a splits position.
Then he lifts my legs and wraps them around his neck.
He runs his cock up and down my pussy lips.
"You took your fucking very well, Stephanie," he says. "You can speak now. Daddy has some questions for you."
He leans down and kisses me. I melt into him. His hands twist in my hair and then wrap around my neck. I want him more than I've ever wanted anything in my life.
I feel an ache deep within me. I want him inside me. Now.
"More," I whisper.
"You want more?" he asks.
"Mm-hmm," I say.
"More what?" he asks.
"More of you."
He bites my lower lip, and I wrap my legs tighter around him.
"You want more daddy, do you?"
"Mm-hmm."
"If you want more, then tell me who this belongs to," he says, running his index finger up and down the front of my slit.
"It's yours," I gasp, as he slips a finger inside.
He pumps the finger faster and then adds another. Then he begins teasing my clit, and I feel my legs start to quiver. "Say it again," he says.
"It belongs to you."
"Again."
"I belong to you," I say.
"Correct answer," he says. He kisses me and then takes his fingers out. He runs his thick cock up and down my slit. "You're such a good girl, Stephanie," he says. "And so I'm going to reward you and give you exactly what you asked for."
And with that, he slides into me smoothly. It feels right. He fills me up perfectly, and I feel whole. I pull him closer, feeling sweat drip down the back of my neck and onto the table.
"Touch yourself," he growls as he begins thrusting. "I want you to come again."
I reach a hand in between our bodies and begin touching my clit. I'm so sensitive that I can feel myself peaking. Just when I'm about to, he pulls out. I look at him, shocked.
"I told you this was a punishment," he says, smirking. I'm so surprised that I burst out laughing. He got one over on me, I'll admit.
He grabs my hips and lifts me so that my back is facing towards him, but my ass is still at the edge of the table.
"Scoot forward. And lie flat on your back," he says. "More," he says.
I keep going until just my head and the top of my shoulders are dangling off the top of the table. He grabs my hips and pulls me a little bit towards him.
"Don't worry, sweetheart," he says. "Daddy would never let you fall." One of his hands stabilizes me, while the other grips his cock. "Now open wide and show daddy how sorry you are by sucking his cock."
He positions his cock in my mouth and starts throat fucking me. I start gagging immediately, but he doesn't slow down.
"This is the last of your punishment, Stephanie," he says. "Show me that you can submit."
Drool drips down the side of my face as he thrusts in and out of my mouth. I gag as he thrusts deeper and deeper. My jaw aches, my mouth aches, everything aches. Blood rushes to my head. I don't know how much longer I can do this.
"Touch yourself," he says.
I can't believe he's serious.
"Touch yourself," he repeats. "Your punishment is done when you come."
That might be impossible. How am I going to come when I'm distracted by the cock I'm gagging on? But I'm sure that's the point. I reach between my legs and feel how wet I am.
"Surprised by how wet you are?" he asks. I can hear his smirk. "By how turned on you get by being my good girl?"
I blush.
"Now come for me," he says.
I touch myself the way I like it, starting with soft circles and then increasing the pressure. I clamp my legs together tightly as the tension inside me builds, a deliciousness getting tighter and sweeter as I feel myself approaching the edge.
It doesn't take long.
I spill over, and just as my body starts contracting, I feel David lift me up and grab my body.
In what must be an act of gymnastics and/or sorcery, he manages to spin my body back around so that my ass is again at the edge of the table, legs spread in a splits position, within half a second.
He plunges straight into my cunt and pumps once, then explodes inside me.
My pussy is still contracting, squeezing him, as his hot cum fills me.
I feel his warmth inside me, seeping into me, and then dribbling down my leg.
It takes a few more seconds for the last waves of my orgasm to subside. We stay joined for another few seconds before David pulls out.
"Give me a second," he says. He pulls up his pants and leaves the room. He comes back with a large blanket, scoops me up in it, and carries me over to the couch on the far side of the library.