Chapter 30 #2
“Punished?” I questioned. “For laughing at your lightsaber?”
“No, no, no,” he replied swiftly, then he wavered deliberately to drag it to intimidate me. Smacking his lips, before finished with “You must be punished because you’re Maxwell Boelyn’s daughter.”
I swallowed over a lump in my throat as fear rippled through my body. This date started well, but now I might be in trouble. “You’re going to punish me because of who my father is?”
“Yes,” he replied flatly, then lowered the offending weapon between my legs again.
His fingers slipped under my panties and swept them to the side, then pressed the tip of the vibrating rod into my vaginal opening. To rebel against him, I closed my thighs, but he was still gripping my ankle and wrenched my leg open for easy entry.
Another flash of light cut through the dark for a second, and Ezrah looked up to the sky again to see where the rain clouds were, but I was too distracted and horny to care.
“So wet,” Ezrah mumbled in glee as he pushed the vibrator in further as the glowing light slowly disappeared into my body.
He began moving the vibrator in and out, while his thumb stroked my clit, and I panted hotly as my entire body fell under spell. Quivers of agony flooded up and down my thighs as I moaned and sighed with every thrust of the vibrator.
Lev’s bear grip held on, but as I gyrated against the dildo, I could feel his jeans poke into my butt cheeks. He was turned on and hard and struggling to keep it together.
Violent ripples of desire reverberated through my body, turning me hot and cold at once, tingling over my skin, breath hitched, and I wanted to break free of the tight hold Lev had on me.
Ezrah pulled out the vibrator as I gasped, yearning for him to continue, then he held it upright on the seat and looked at Lev, who seemed to know what to do.
Still holding me tight and off the ground, Lev stepped closer, forcing me to kneel over the glowing rod, then he forcibly pressed me down onto it.
I could feel Ezrah’s knuckles gripping the glowing rod with every downward thrust, and with each movement, his fist moved further into my warm, wet, and open canal.
This time Lev did all the work, lifting me up and down as his crotch pressed hard against my bare butt. I willed him to increase the pace, thrusting harder as we fell into rhythm while Ezrah bent over, holding the vibrator began stroking himself.
The constant grinding of Lev’s bulging crotch against me added to my impending orgasm. We merged as one, as he was the one who controlled movements, while my body enjoyed being filled up by the vibrator.
Fast pace slapping next to my ear, and I glanced down to find Ezrah stroking his big cock, pointing it at my bare butt as I caught the whites of his eyes in the dark, gaze directed at my lower body.
His hand kept its grip on the dildo, and I could tell he longed to pull away and touch me, but he held fast.
Just as the orgasm hit me, rising hard and fast, I cried out and leaned forward so the dildo pressed against my soft spot. I missed my hands to play with my clit and squeeze my breasts for comfort, so it was agony not to be able to do that.
“Let me go,” I screamed and cried at once.
“Are you coming?” Ezrah asked as he kept rubbing his cock faster.
I nodded, “Yes, god, yes,” I cried out in rising agony that needed to be remedied.
“Take her off,” Ezrah ordered Lev, and he lifted me off the dildo as I screamed, “No!” As Lev planted my feet on the ground, my legs were like rubber as the orgasm tingled down my thighs, and I barely stood.
Ezrah kept stoking his cock as Lev said, “Do you want me to walk you back to your room?”
“What?” I shrilled, horrified and utterly confused. “But I…”
“We’re done,” Ezrah grunted as he spurted warm cum onto the grass and kept rubbing until he was empty. “We’re done.”
“What do you mean we’re done?” I snarled, realizing that I was standing there half-naked, so I quickly pulled up my jeans and sweatpants.
It was almost completely dark at this point, and I couldn’t read the expressions in their faces, but I picked up on the villainous vibe they were expressing.
“We’re done,” Ezrah shrugged and put his cock away, then stepped away from me. “I inflicted the punishment, and I enjoyed every second of it.”
“My punishment was not letting me come?” I needed clarification because I was so confused, and my clit was so swollen and in need of finishing off.
“Correct,” he answered dryly, and I didn’t need to see his face to know that he was smirking. Then, in a steely tone, he added, “There’s more punishment to come depending on how to conduct yourself.”
“Conduct myself? In what?” I asked, grabbing my bag containing my knife with a sudden urge to go on a stabbing rampage.
“The police,” he simply said. “Depends on how you answer their questions.”
I swallowed over that lump in my throat.
My mouth was suddenly dry, and I was in desperate need of something cold to drink.
My half-drunk can of Coke was still sitting on the picnic table, but I recoiled at the thought of drinking it because it was supplied by Ezrah.
The sweetness drained away and was replaced with his bitter, snarky venom.
“Next time, Stabby,” he said as he walked away, leaving me in the dark with Lev, “the punishment will be more severe.” He turned around to face me, walking backwards, and I imagined the minotaur jumping off the fountain and smacking him over the head with the large water vessel he held.
“But that only depends on what you say to the pigs.”