Her Reluctant Wife: A Lesbian Age Gap Romance

drove her to the brink of insanity. She strapped Coralyn again

and again, watching how her hips drove forward, paying

attention to the pitch of her wails and cries. She loved the way

her nails dug into the desk’s surface, the way her hips rocked

forward, trying to get away, and then trying not to when they

came into contact with the ledge.

Each time the strap landed on a different part of her skin.

Soon, all of it was glowing pink, such a pretty color, so pretty

against that red. Her hips drove forward with the pain, and

then back. She forced herself back. Soon, she wasn’t crying

anymore. Each time the strap landed, there was a muffled

grunt, a groan torn from her, a hiss of air, and then sobs. She

sobbed brokenly, but Giana watched Coralyn’s body and let it

tell her a different story. She wasn’t just sobbing because she

hated it and because it hurt. She could tell the pleasure was

mounting, that the orgasm that was going to steal over Coralyn

wasn’t going to be like any that she’d had before. She was

going to rattle apart. She wanted to see that happen.

She finally let up with the strap when Coralyn’s ass was

r /> glowing red, nearly as bright as those fucking panties. Giana

put her hand on Coralyn’s cheek and cupped her. Coralyn

hissed through her sobs.

“Are you making a mess against the edge of my desk? Is it

soaked where you keep grinding yourself? Should I check?”

“Oh god,” Coralyn sobbed. “Fuck, yes, please, no.”

She was a mess, so close. On the brink. She was gorgeous,

and so responsive. Giana guided Coralyn’s hips away, swiping

her fingers along the edge. As she suspected, it was beyond

soaked. Coralyn had drenched her panties, and the lace was

thoroughly inadequate for that kind of arousal. She was so wet