Chapter 2 #2
His hand stole around my throat, pushing my head back against him. I wasn’t considered tall, but I was by no means short, and yet this man made me feel like the little girl endearment he called me. My height was no match for his towering frame. The top of my head barely reached his shoulder.
The open palm of his other hand ran down my belly to settle under my skirts. Cupping me between the legs, he growled into my ear, “So you want to play the shy virgin game? Then let’s play.”
His grip shifted till his skin was against my own. The tips of his fingers moved beneath the waistband of my panties.
A high-pitched whimper escaped my lips as I stood, too shocked from my fierce arousal at his touch to move.
One long finger pressed between the seam of my lower lips to tease my clit.
Pressing my eyes tightly closed, a tear ran down my cheek. Whether it was from fear, or the humiliation of this stranger feeling the warm wetness of my arousal, I didn’t know.
How could this possibly be arousing me?
I had dreamt of this moment countless times, but it wasn’t supposed to be like this. I had wanted it to be special, with a man who cared about me. It seemed my body was tired of waiting for the book boyfriend who would probably never appear.
Wetting my dry lips, my voice sounded weak and breathless to my ears. “Please, you don’t understand. I’m not who you think I am.”
“I know precisely who… and what… you are, моя крошка. Mine for the night.” He ran his mouth along the column of my neck, punctuating his possessive claim by pushing the tip of his finger inside of me.
Rising up on my toes, I tried to escape the invasive touch, but his arm around my waist prevented it.
Lifting me up, he walked a few steps backwards and tossed me once more onto the bed. Getting on my hands and knees facing away from him, I looked over my shoulder.
He was standing at the end of the bed, unbuttoning his jeans. His gaze on my ass. I knew I must look like a wanton spectacle. I could feel the hem of my skirt as it rode up high on my thighs. From his angle, he could probably even see the white silk of my panties.
Reaching out an arm, the back of his knuckles caressed my upper thigh. “No thong? Just the innocent panties of a Catholic schoolgirl. Has my little schoolgirl earned a spanking from the headmaster?”
Spanking?
Clawing at the heavy covers, I fell onto my belly as I tried to clamber away.
His hand wrapped around my right ankle and pulled me back. My legs were now splayed wide on either side of his.
“Tsk. Tsk. Tsk. Such a naughty girl.”
His fingers reached for the waistband of my panties and ruthlessly pulled them down to just under the curve of my ass.
Oh, my God.
This was happening.
He was going to… going to… oh, my God.
“Raise up onto your knees.”
“Please, you must listen to me. There’s been a mistake! You have to let me go!”
My entire body jerked as his warm hand caressed my bare ass cheek.
“Such ugly lies, out of such pretty lips. Perhaps I will punish your mouth later. For now, I want this ass bright red so I can feel the heat from your punished skin as I fuck you.”
“No!”
My cry was lost over the ring of his first slap against my vulnerable bottom.
The sound echoed around the room as I felt the hot pins and needles from his strike. Before I could cry out again, he spanked the other cheek.
“No! Stop!”
Mercilessly, he abused my ass with the palm of his hand. Each strike more painful than the last. Knowing I could never fight him off, I buried my head, biting down hard on the soft downy bedcovers.
My knees buckled as my body rocked upward with each hit, the movement pushing my hips against the bed.
A groan escaped my lips as it put pressure on my pussy.
Shocking myself to the core, I ground my hips against the mattress, the hot sensation of pain from his spanking somehow increasing the pleasurable pressure against my clit.
Shifting my shoulders, I rubbed my swollen nipples against the covers as my hand crept beneath my body to rub the sensitive nub of my clit even harder.
This is madness.
Absolute madness.
After an eternity, the punishment stopped.
Somewhere past the buzzing in my ears, I could hear the muted opening and closing of a drawer. Then the rattle of foil packaging. Too wrapped up in the warring sensations of pain and pleasure, I didn’t register what was happening till it was too late.
His enormous hands spanned my hips as he pulled me back onto my knees and shifted me until my feet hung over the edge of the bed.
His fingers bumped into my own as I continued to rub my clit furiously. Forced to masturbate previously with only my imaginings of a man’s hands on my body, it was too much now to feel the rough, warm touch of a real man on my skin.
Something hard pressed against my entrance. I tried to shift my knees forward to move away from the insistent pressure, but his grip on my hips prevented me.
My eyes flew open. Gone was the heady, opium-like embrace of passion.
His hand ran up my back under my sweater as he murmured, “Jesus, you’re tight. Almost like a real virgin.”
My mouth opened, a denial lodging in my throat.
The pressure increased till I felt my body relent. The tip of his cock popped past the tight ring of muscle desperately trying to keep him out.
Sinking his fingers into my soft flesh, he thrust in deep.
Burying himself inside of me.
Tearing through my maidenhead as he filled me with every thick, painful inch of his cock.
“What the hell?” he roared.