“Is that all you’ve got?”
I lifted my hips as he raised his hand once more, shifting just enough that his blow landed, not on my ass, but on the drenched lips of my pussy. This time, I cried out, but not from pain. Fuck, he was going to make me come.
The twitch below my breasts told me I might not be the only one.
“More,” I groaned, begging now for something far different than his hand against my ass. I wanted friction between my legs to send the buzz coursing through my veins straight to my clit, building up to sweet relief.
“You like this? You like what I’m doing to you?” His words were colored with rough desire, tight and low.
“Yes. And so do you.” I rubbed against his lap, feeling him grow thicker and longer as I did. “Admit it.”
“Repent,” he said, smacking my pussy again, this time on purpose, bringing me within an inch of the precipice.
“Never.”
Not when being bad means I get to feel you doing this, I thought.
“Stubborn girl.” This time his finger circled my throbbing clit, and I bucked against him, his own hips kicking up enough to tell me he was searching for more too.
I was so close. So fucking close. Just a little more and I’d be...
“Please,” I begged. “More. Make me repent, Caleb.”
“Yes,” he hissed.
“God, who knew punishment could be so much fun?”
He shuddered under me, but his finger disappeared, his whole body tightening. “You’re a lost cause. Get out of here.”
My skin went cold, the warm tingles racing through me fleeing, leaving me numb and utterly humiliated. I pushed off him with shaking limbs, pulling my pants up and taking a step back. “Yeah, well, it takes one to know one, Father. And fuck you very much, by the way.”
He didn’t turn to watch me leave. He remained stoic and still as a statue, and I wondered if this had been his plan all along. Torture in the form of edging me to near insanity.
If so, well played.