Chapter Twenty-Nine
I lift my head.
Did I pass out from the pain?
I feel him inside me, moving hard.
The sound of skin slapping skin fills the room.
He’s holding onto my hips, my legs either side of his hips, as he fucks me.
He leans down and bites my breast. That’s what woke me.
The pain.
I grunt out, and he smiles. “Welcome back,” he pants.
He slows down—only slightly, then lifts my head by placing his fingers under my chin.
“Stay with me,” he says, “I want to try something”
I tip my head back and breathe hard.
I feel dizzy.
I feel his hand slide between us, and he starts fingering my clit hard.
“No,” I groan. “Please don’t.”
“Do you think you’ll squirt for me?” he murmurs, moving his fingers harder. “Because your pussy is so wet.”
“No,” I try to tip my head forward, but he buries his head in the crook of my neck, sucking on the skin.
“What am I gonna do with you?” he murmurs against my skin.
I whimper. My body is betraying me again, and I can feel the orgasm building up.
“Stop!” I cry out.
He thrusts harder, then pulls out of me.
I pant as he moves behind me and pushes back into me. “Cum for me Jocelyn. I want you to remember how I pleasure you.”
“No. You don’t.”
He starts moving hard, but slowly, his hand finding my clit and moving like lightning.
I spread my legs slightly, whimpering.
“Daddy,” I cry out. “Please don’t.”
“Squirt for Daddy, Jocelyn.”
I buck slightly as the orgasm rips through me, a spray of liquid streaming in front of me.
Satisfied, Luke takes my hips and starts moving fast again.
“That’s it. Such a wet little pussy for Daddy.”
“No.” I try to squirm. “No.”
I whimper as another orgasm builds inside of me. “Please don’t.”
The sob escapes me, but the sound of desperation edges him on.
I clench around him and shake as I cum again. This time he buries himself inside of me as he cums as well.
He pulls out of me and smacks my ass. “See? How can you deny what your body wants?”
I sob, the tears streaming down my face.
“Please. Stop.”
“But I’m enjoying myself so much,” he says, stroking my hair out of my face.
I’m sweaty and gross, but I know he’ll fuck me again.
I tip my head forward and the world goes black for a moment before he yanks my head back.
The pain of having my hair pulled wakes me up. “Ah!”
“I’m not done with you,” he says. “See, the greatest punishment I can give you is that you enjoy yourself.”
He holds a plastic cylinder in front of me.
“This is one of my new toys. Small enough for even the tiniest person.”
He turns the base, and it starts vibrating. I start to cry.
“Please, just stop.”
He reaches down between us and presses the vibrator lightly against my clit. I jolt.