I finally stopped and leaned back, trying to catch my breath.
“On your knees.” I grunted.
She shakily got to her feet, only to sink to the floor between my legs. She stared up at me, her eyes wide. She wasn’t crying yet, I noticed. Well, I had all night to change that.
I grabbed her by the hair and pulled her close to me.
“You said you wanted to be a good girl.” I said, my anger tainting my voice.
“I’m sorry…I did…I do!” she said, closing her eyes in pain.
“Look at me.” I ordered softly, taking her by the chin.
Her eyes shot open and stared into mine.
“Good girls don’t make me bleed!” I growled, digging in with my fingers.
I slapped her hard, but still not hard enough to leave a lasting mark.
“I’m sorry!” she gasped, not even trying to struggle. “Please, I’m sorry!”
“On the bed.” I said roughly.
She hurried to her feet and on to the bed.
She was on her back with her legs spread wide. I grabbed her wrists and pushed her arms up over her head, holding them there with my left hand.
“Who owns this body?” I asked, viscously grabbing one of her soft tits with my other hand.
“You! You own me!” she breathed.
I tightened my grip and smiled as she pushed herself up and against my hand, even as she moaned with pain.
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