Theirs to Use: A Punishment Reverse Harem Romance(40)
“There we go. Good girl.” She tried to keep breathing, tried to keep her throat open. He held himself in balls-deep for a long moment, and then began to pump again. “I’m so hard, slut. You’re being such a good girl for me. I…” His voice trailed off into a grunt, and then he pulled her face up off his lap. She realized with a flush of strange pride that he had had to—that she had aroused him so much that he would have come if he had kept using her mouth.
The pride lasted only a moment, though, because Mr. Singleton pulled her torso roughly up onto the bed, leaving her punished bottom high and exposed. He pressed on her back, made her arch it. He tugged her knees apart.
“What a gorgeous whore you are, sweetheart,” he said. “Bend your knees a little. I want to see everything. That’s it.”
Karen sobbed once, and then she felt his left hand on her hip and the head of his cock pressing into her pussy, just where it had to go, where he could make himself feel good inside her. He started to fuck her very hard, as soon as he had entered, grunting with the effort of slamming his hips into hers, awakening the pain in her bottom and thighs even as his cock stirred a need in her pussy so great, a burning in her clit so hot, that she thought she couldn’t bear it—that she would simply combust before he could come in her anus and give her the reward he had promised if she served him pleasurably.
She cried out, over and over, as he held her firmly in place and thrust in with such force that the bed rocked with every driving invasion of his cock. Just as he had seemed to feel so much pleasure in her mouth that he needed to move on before he went over the edge, Mr. Singleton only fucked Karen’s pussy for a few minutes before he pulled out again.
“Stay just like that, slut,” he growled, and then she heard him open a drawer, heard the click, the squirt. Her face blazed as he lubed her anus, and she couldn’t keep back the whimpers of frank pleasure at the shameful nature of what he meant to do.
Then, slowing at last, he put the head of his cock there, at her tiniest place, and he pushed in, making her open, stretching her tiny flower, filling her much too full. Karen cried out as he used her in long strokes, her bottom clenching around the driving cock, her body trying to move to make it comfortable but prevented by the way Mr. Singleton’s hands held her fast for his enjoyment.
Punishment: it felt like the punishment it was—but the strangest kind of punishment imaginable, for even with the discomfort that made her wail as he fucked her anus, Karen understood that when he finally touched her clit she would explode into submissive pleasure such as she had never known.
And then, just as she felt his urgency increase, and knew his climax had almost arrived, he put his hand down, underneath, and he did touch her there, so that when he came, and pulled out, and she felt his seed trickling out, her own orgasm—the first of five he forced on her—felt like a reward, a gift, and even an act of love. He held her in place with his left arm, just as he had done when he spanked her, but now he worked her pussy and her clit with his right hand, and made her ride that hand until she thought she would simply fall apart with pleasure.
“Sir… sir… sir,” she sobbed.
“Good girl,” Mr. Singleton said softly and simply. “Such a good girl.”
The End