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T he rage clogging my veins ignites into an inferno at Briar’s impudent outburst. Vision narrowing to her insolent, loathing sneer—every muscle coiling to strike like an injecting serpent. I didn’t want to have to do this, was hoping they’d all just fucking behave for once.

With a bone-rumbling snarl, I detonate. One arm like a steel band around her trim waist, hauling her form fully into my lap. Simultaneously, my hand fists in tousled tresses, tugging her head back to fully expose her slender throat.

Briar releases a strangled squawk, dainty hands clawing the limb constricting her torso. Every inch of sleek musculature contorts and writhes against my bulk, flailing kicks scattering tumblers and plates in a clatter as her shins slam into the edge of the table.

Teeth bared savagely, I grind out with dark menace, “So eager for such flagrant defiance?” One callused palm whips the leather belt at my waist free in jerky movements as Jace and Hayes gape in stupefaction.

Abandoning the belt to hang open, my hand seizes her jaw in a vise, thumb digging into the hinge until full lips part on a shocked gasp. Peeling back my lips to bare teeth beside her ear, I inhale the honeyed tang of her scent. “Since you’re so fixated on rebelling against obedience itself, the uppity little bitch gets a taste of what happens when I’ve lost patience.”

With those blasphemous words hanging, I release the white-knuckled clasp on her jaw, yanking the zipper at my crotch down in a rending snarl. A visceral rumble grinds from my chest in raw anticipation and warning as my boxer briefs shove askew until my engorged, naked length springs free.

Briar’s slight form stills preternaturally in my restraining forearm as I gather saliva into a wad against my inner cheek. Ignoring the muffled stream of obscenities pouring from her lips and our audience’s morbid fixation, I cock my head and propel the phlegm wad into my upturned palm.

Stormy eyes widen into saucers, staring in revulsion as I waste no time slathering the viscous fluid along my achingly swollen shaft with deft fist pumps. The lewd rasp of flesh smacking feverish skin fills the weighted silence—a counterpoint to the frantic pounding in my skull.

Once the rudimentary lube coats every rigid inch, I angle my groin against the delectable swell of Briar’s pert backside. A calculated shift bracing my feet is all the leverage I need to haul trim hips skyward, grinding the straining crown directly against the delicate lace boyshorts hugging that peach of an ass.

“Holy fucking Christ,” slips from my lips like profane blasphemy, hot breath skating her nape. My hand plunges beneath the bunched skirt, fingers hooking into the scrap of underwear to roughly yank the lace aside—exposing glistening pussy lips to my ravenous touch.

A strangled noise punches from Briar’s lungs—not quite protest, but an inarticulate exhalation of shock. Yet beneath that thin fabric plastered along lower lips, I detect the unmistakable evidence betraying every feigned defiance.

She’s already fucking soaked. Absolutely drenched in thick, viscid arousal—that honeyed essence clinging and smearing across the plush cockhead burrowing against slippery lips with every grind. I should be asking myself what’s got her so worked up, but I can’t honestly be arsed to care right now. I’ve got eyes on me, and they won’t tolerate anything less than a full on performance.

Briar’s spine arcs like a bent bow, every sinuous curve and toned muscle going taut with defiance. “If you try sticking that thing inside me…” she tries, words becoming garbled as my arm shifts up, palm pressing firmly against her lips.

Rather than dignify the idle threat, I simply haul shapely hips into alignment and propel my aching cock along puffy nether lips in a punishing thrust.

Briar’s reedy whine chokes in her throat as inch after rigid inch splits the soaked cleft, burrowing past until the distended crest butts against the barrier of her innermost channel. A breathless gasp wheezes between clenched teeth, skull tipping back on a pleasured groan as even that initial insolent thrust coats my shaft in fresh lubrication.

Everything snaps into sharp focus, my awareness condensing down to the singular point of sensation where my cock is sheathed within Briar’s hot, tight pussy. The tickle of her pubic hair against my groin… the flutter of her inner walls contracting in shock… the glistening smears of arousal coating my shaft and balls with each subtle movement of her hips…

It all coalesces into an intensely powerful erotic charge, buzzing through my nerve endings with a lancing edge of intoxicating pain. My calf muscles bunch, ready to plough forward and impale that deliciously snug passage again with a single forceful thrust.

But some primal instinct holds me back, an atavistic caution stilling every muscle tensed to rut mindlessly. As scalding and tantalising as the liquid friction clenching around my pulsing cock might be, taking her like this for the first time—in front of a goddamn audience, no less—feels like crossing an unforgivable line.

How can I reconcile the fact that morally this disgusts me with the need to follow orders? Add in the simmering desire she constantly presents and it becomes an amalgam of conflict.

Briar seems oblivious to my internal struggle, her eyes wild and body trembling as she fixates on where our bodies are joined in that devastating thrust, every inch of her taut with tension and struck motionless with shock.

“Go ahead then… scream those lungs out for me if it pleases you,” I rumble against the nape of her throat, my breath fanning tendrils of sweat-dampened hair into further disarray. Challenge and merciless provocation drips from every word I pitch into the shell of her ear. “Let this entire fucking pub watch what happens to impudent little cunts who can’t seem to learn their place, since that’s clearly what you’re after.”

A low, primal chuckle rakes up from my chest as my right hand delivers a series of stinging slaps to the side of that taut ass nestled against my groin. Each resounding crack is punctuated by a muffled squeal from behind my restraining palm. Every spank and rippling shudder sets off fresh convulsions in the gripping channel surrounding the base of my shaft, her molten walls trying vainly to milk each thick inch deeper.

I adjust my grip on Briar’s jaw to level her flashing gaze directly at Jace and Hayes’ impassive faces as they watch our depravity unfold. My lips brush the delicate whorls of her ear, each word rumbling like distant thunder. “Now, like I said, unless you want us turning this shitehole into an amateur porno, I suggest swallowing this lesson like the obedient cunt you should be. We clear on that, dura?ka?”