Chapter 14 #2
Another low moan escapes her lips. With her bare pussy rubbing against the leather of the seat, and my cock wedged so far inside her cunt, she’s close. And I can’t wait to hear how loud she fucking screams.
“Say you’re fucking sorry,” I growl. I leave a visible handprint on her ass this time.
The sound makes even Scarrow flinch. Omen grits his teeth, no doubt debating on whether or not he wants to step in and stop me.
Part of him is also aroused watching even while he wrestles with his own need to possess her for himself.
She cries out. “Fuck. I’m sorry!”
The spasms in my balls start to build, tingling throughout every inch of me. “Yeah, that’s it. I’m your preacher now. I’m your fucking daddy. Tell me exactly why you’re sorry.” Thrust.
“Oh, fuck.” She rubs her pussy against the barstool.
“I… I’m sorry I let you take the fall for me.
That you went to prison for me. I’m sorry for making my daddy mad.
” More tears spill from her eyes as she grinds hard against the stool.
I rock into her slowly now, coaxing my orgasm out gently so as not to scare it away.
I pull her ass cheeks apart and finger her swollen hole, kneading my thumbs in and out. “What else?” I rasp.
She moans loudly this time and rolls her hips back. “I’m sorry I taunted you. That I flaunted what you couldn’t have in front of you. That I made you watch me give it to someone else.”
Mmm. Fuck. “Now apologize to everyone else here for acting like a fucking brat when all they were trying to do was help.”
Her throat gurgles as she chokes on a sob. “Please, Hawk. Haven’t you humiliated me enough?”
I slap her ass again. “You’re being rude, Cherry. And you’re embarrassing yourself. Say you’re sorry to my guys.”
“Fuck,” she breathes. She turns her head to the other side and lifts it slightly, her hair disheveled. She gazes over at the three of them as their backs press against the window. “I-I’m sorry. Thank you for your help with the mess.”
Thrust.
“Good girl. Now show everyone how hard I can make you cum.” I slap both her ass cheeks and then pinch them hard in my palms as my spasms finally erupt. Something about degrading her, humiliating her, has made me more fucking aroused then I’ve ever been in my life.
“Uhhh,” she moans.
Her pussy soaks my cock in seconds. I slam into her hard and fast, over and over again as I release my cum.
“Mmm. Such a desperate fucking slut.” I can’t take my eyes off her entrance, watching my cock slide in and out of her, seeing the hot sticky mess that oozes out keeps my veiny shaft taut and slick.
I thrust a few more times because she feels so good I don’t want to pull out. But the show needs to be over now. My point’s been fucking made to everyone. But especially to her.
She hangs like a rag doll over the barstool, her legs shaking. “I’ll never be sorry for wanting you,” she murmurs.
I slip out from her pussy and wipe my cock with a clean bar rag before putting it back inside my pants. “No one touches her for one hour. That’s how long you were cleaning before she came in and berated you. Let her fucking wallow in her own cum.”
“Hawk, please. I’m sorry. Fuck. Please let me up,” she begs. This time with actual sincerity.
I kneel down by her face and grab the back of her head. “You ever embarrass me again in front of my crew, you’ll get a repeat of this. Now sit and repent, little sister. Scarrow will cut you free in an hour. Not a second before.” I glare up at him to reiterate my point.
Her arms shake. “Hawk… I’m not that girl anymore. I swear.”
An old memory flashes in my mind. From when we were teenagers. An image of her behind the shed, on her knees, in nothing but a bra and panties. I made her sit like that all night after I caught her snooping through my room. I threatened to tell her daddy if she didn’t repent.
She cried, but she fucking loved it. I came out to get her just before dawn so Preacher wouldn’t find out. Only to find her playing with herself. So I made her take off her panties and I watched. I wanted to touch her as bad as she wanted me to, but we were already playing with fucking fire.
“You think that went a little too far, bro?” Omen asks through clenched teeth once we’re out of earshot.
I lean back against the wall and watch how careful my guys move around. They continue to sweep and pick up glass while doing everything in their power to not look at Cherry’s bare ass.
“Do you think it did?” I snap.
He hesitates, starts to open his mouth, then thinks better of it.
He glares back at me. “I said it before, so I’ll say it again.
You two got some weird shit between you.
Shit that’s not my business. But if that ever happens again, I will leave.
It might not be my place to step in, but that don’t mean I gotta watch. ”
“Gotcha. But I think she learned her lesson,” I grit back.
He glances upstairs. “I’m gonna go straighten up her apartment. You should take a walk and cool off.”
I’m too fucking heated still. I cross my arms over my chest. “Nah. I think I’ll sit and watch Cherry take the rest of her punishment.”