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“Needy whore mewling like a cat, one comments,” I said with a dark chuckle. She squirmed underneath me. “Spread her wider. Where’s the bat? They’re loving you, peaches.”

She made a pathetic sound that had my pussy clentching.

“Why don’t we give them what they want?”

“Cam—”

“Count.” It was an order.A demand. No room left for negotiation.

She sniffled. Almost like she was truly scared. “C-cam, don't. Please…”

“Until you start counting,” I said with a vicious strike against her ass that made her scream. She screamed so prettily. I wanted to record it just so I could play it over and over again. Maybe I’d force her to watch it when we got out while I fucked her. “These are just for fun.”

“Please!” Another. “I'm sorry!” Another. “Cam!” Again and again with her pleading until I heard the first, trembled number. “One.”

More. More. More.

The darkness was chanting, consuming my entire being. Her screams and begging only made me lose myself in it that much more.

But this time I wasn’t sure I wanted to resurface.

“Good girl,” I praised softly, my hand stinging from the impact. “I think twenty-five is fair, given the amount of sass I've endured tonight.”

Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes, her face turning down toward the floor. A degrading position that only a disobedient whore deserved.

She’ll redeem herself soon.

“This is so fucking humiliating,” she whispered, hands fisting on the ground.

I smirked, clapping down on her ass again to a sulkily muttered, “Two.”

“That's the point, darlin'. How do you think I feel when you openly disobey me?”

Again and again I struck her, until her ass was rosy with the evidence of my anger.Such a beautiful color.

My fingers stung, palm and fingers swollen with my efforts, and yet Aubrey's cries weren't enough. Her desperation was barely beginning to scratch the itch my demon commanded.

If I had the whole night, I’d punish her before worshiping her delicious cunt like no one had before. I wanted her all alone.All mine.Wanted to tie her to the bed and have my wicked way with her until she was so wanton she wouldn’t know her own name.

“Adjust,” I ordered, forcing Aubrey onto her knees awkwardly where she was still bent across my lap. The change of angle bore her pussy to me. If I wanted to, I could fuck her lying, useless cunt while she ached from her punishment. But not yet.

Tenderly, I rubbed her sore ass, a moment of reprieve amidst the vicious torment. Every pathetic little moan and whine falling from her lips was better than the Devil's fiddle itself, and Jesus, was I ever in the mood to play. My fingers grazed dangerously lower, preparing to strike against her rosy lower lips when I realized that she was damp, her aching slit leaking through her folds to leave sweet, sticky nectar along her thighs and dampening my pants.

The traitorous slut was enjoying her punishment. I slapped her cunt hard, making her keen loudly, her panting breaths taking on a new intensity.

“Nineteen,” she whispered, half sobbing. “Please, Cam, I'll be good. Just… Please…”

We both knew it was a lie. No matter how much I punished her, there would be no changing who she truly was.

But that made it fun for both of us.

“Spread yourself,” I whispered, leaning down close to her ear. My lips brushed the reddened tip. "Awfully hard to be wet and sorry at the same time, Peaches."

“C-cam, p-please… I?—”

“You're a nasty little whore is what you are. Spread. Yourself.”

She wobbled a little, twisting her hands to obey me until I had a clear view of the pearl of nerves that lived at the apex of her thighs. Briefly, I considered touching her with kindness, giving her the relief that a release would provide after enduring well over half of her punishment.