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“I’ve got every right. My father, your husband, left me in charge of you, and this is what you do? You dry fuck one of my best friends in front of people I go to school with and you probably teach.” That thought never occurred to me. These kids could be my students, how fucking careless of me.
“Let me go Wyck.” I whine.
“No. I’m going to teach you a lesson that you won’t forget.” He says, dragging me inside the house and up the stairs to his room.
Once we make it there, he throws open the door and tosses me inside. I stumble, but manage to stay upright when he slams the door shut. I see the anger, hurt, and something else on his face.
“Why are you so mad at me? Weren’t you just fingering one of your groupies downstairs for everyone to see.”
“I sure was, what’s it to you? You made it very clear that we were over, so this hurt act that you’re trying to put on with me can just stop. You don’t give a rat’s ass about what I do and who I do it with.”
“You’re right, I don’t.” I smile, giving him my best fuck-you grin.
“Don’t fucking play games with me, Athens. It’s not wise to anger the beast.” He growls, stalking towards me. “Now, you will take your punishment and go to your room.” There he goes with this punishment shits.
“I’m not a fucking child, and you don’t get to tell me what to do.”
“Somebody needs to. You don’t follow any rules; you think you can do whatever you want. Not while I’m around.” He says, unbuckling his belt and pulling it off. He grabs my hand and pulls a chair from under a desk, leading me over to it.
It’s a very lovely, yellow cushioned chair, and it leaves little to my imagination as to what he plans to do. “For every lick, suck, kiss, and more Karter did to you without my permission, you get a spanking.” He growled, bending me over the chair as the alarm set in.
“What!” I let out a nervous laugh, the nerve of him, punishing me for something he started. “You’re the one that started this, and I’m the one that finished it, yet I’m getting whipped. That’s rich.” I howl as he rips my bikini bottoms off my wet ass. Rubbing my cheeks together makes me think that I’ve been forgiven, but I know what he’s about to do before his hand connects with my ass.
A loud smacking sound rings throughout the room as I cry out, but he doesn’t stop there. He whips me with his hand six more times, rubbing the spot he just smacked in between each blow.
“Karter did not have my permission to touch you like that in front of everyone.” He says, getting up as I just lay there, holding back my tears. “Don’t worry, you aren’t the only one that will suffer for disobeying me.” Thinking he’s finished, I begin to get up when he stops me.
“Oh. no, I’m not done with you yet.” He laughs, bending me back over the chair.
Fear sets in as I come to realize what he’s planning on doing. He bends down behind me as I feel the coolness from the air caress my skin before his tongue traces the marks he just left by his hand. He squeezes, licks, kisses, and rubs my ass, making me hotter than an erupting volcano.
“Wyck.” I moan. I’ve missed him, his touch, his voice, his hatred for me that makes him do wild and crazy things. But above all those things, I missed the way he treats me… Like I’m his dirty, little girl.
“Don’t say a word, Athens.” He begins. “What did you think would happen when you came downstairs, parading around in that hot-as-fuck red bikini in front of me? And with Karter no less.” Again, I don’t answer. I simply listen and hope his punishment will be an easy one. “Cat got your tongue, Athens?”
“You told me not to say a word, and that’s what I’m doing.” Stick that in your pipe and smoke it.
I hear rustling as he moves away from me for a split second. I knew the joy I felt thinking I escaped another punishment would come to an end as I feel a belt reign across my ass. The sound bounces off the walls mixed in with my cries.
“That’s it, Athens, give me those screams I’m so desperate to hear. Let me hear how much you missed me and this.” The air shifts as the belt connects with my ass five more times. He’s breathing hard, tears are streaming down my face, and my pussy is throbbing so hard that if he hits me one more time, I’m going to explode.
“Wyck, please.” I moan, begging for him to do more than just spank me.
“You were trying to make me jealous, just like I was doing to you, and it worked.” He starts. “What happened when you went away with my father a few months ago?” He asks, leaving me draped over the chair with my ass still high in the air. He spreads my legs, stooping down, and leaning into my pussy. I don’t know why he always sniffs me down there, but I’m starting to like the thrill it puts in the pit of my belly every time.
“What do you mean? We just went away for the weekend.”
“What did you do?”
“Nothing, Wyck.”
“I don’t believe you. Once I’m done here, I’ll get to the bottom of what my father said. Right now, don’t move a muscle.” I feel his warm breath over the center of my pussy, and it causes me to shiver with anticipation.
He doesn’t keep me waiting long. He caresses my ass before he smacks me once, causing my legs to fall open a little more. He sees that as an opportunity to strike. I feel the tip of his tongue lick my pussy lips right before he takes my swollen clit into his mouth and sucks.
“Wyck.” I sigh, but it comes out a long, drawn-out moan.
“You taste even better than before.” Suck. “I suppose that’s because you tried to deny me from the pleasure of what was mine since the first day we met.” Lick. “That won’t happen again.” Suck. “You.” Suck. “Are.” Lick. “Mine.” Bite.