Page 151 of Dance of Devils

“Just do your best,” he murmurs.

His hand strokes my butt again, sending a ripple up my spine. When the hand slowly pulls away from me, I tense, waiting.

Then his palm crackshardacross my ass, making me scream into the panties.

“ONE!” I squeal, the word muffled and unrecognizable.

His hand comes down on the other cheek next, sending bolts of pain mixed with heated pleasure rippling through me.

“TWO!”

Slowly, I start to descend into delicious darkness, hearing every sharp smack of his palm against my upturned ass, feeling every heated shiver as the punishment for my bratty behavior radiates through my core.

By seven, I’m squirming in his lap—both from the sting of his palm and the throbbing, needy wetness he creates between my legs with every smack.

By twelve, I’m shaking. When I choke out thirteen, I’m grinding against his thigh shamelessly, aching for him as he punishes my ass one cheek at a time, back and forth. Pain ripples through me mixed with a craving for his brutal control that has my knees weak and my core clenching.

He punctuates number sixteen by slipping his hand between my legs. I moan shamelessly, pushing back on him, desperate to feel his fingers inside me.

Kir chuckles darkly, quietly.

“Greedylittle sinner,” he rumbles. “Already wanting my fingers, aren’t you.”

I moan, shuddering with pleasure. “Yes, sir…” I choke into the panties.

Seventeen is a brutal one, making me cry out as the sharp sting of his hand radiates through my body.

On nineteen, I’m aware of thehugebulge pulsing against my stomach as he brutalizes my poor ass. His hand kneads my tender skin, his cock tensing and straining against me.

“TWENTY!” I cry out.

He’s already moving me before I can even catch my breath.

He yanks me up and spins me around, pulling my back to his chest as I tumble into his lap. His hands are all over me, cupping my breasts from behind, rolling my hard nipples between his fingers.

His lips drag over my neck, his teeth raking the skin as a low rumble teases through my ear.

“Take out my cock, babygirl.”

I whimper as I slowly ease up from his lap and reach behind me, fumbling with his belt, then the button of his trousers, then the zipper. My pulse skips when I reach inside, moaning quietly as my fingers find histhickcock.

I pull him out, my breath turning shaky and ragged as I slowly pump my small hand up and down him.

Fuuuck.

He’ssobig.

Kir positions his legs on either side of mine and then eases me back. I moan, shaking when I feel the hard, hot, swollen head of his cock tease against my lips.

“Just like that, babygirl,” he growls quietly. His hips roll, and I whimper when I feel his big dick slowly sliding between my lips. “Sit back on it,” he murmurs. “I want to watch your pretty cunt swallow my cock.”

Moans fall from my lips as I push back, gasping quietly as I feel him open me up. Pleasure and heat throb inside me as I slowly sink down onto his cock.

“All the way,” he murmurs. “I want your greedy cunt to swallow every fucking inch of me. I know you can take it.”

He groans deeply, grabbing a fist of my hair and rolling his hips into me as I slide back on him, taking more and more of his beautiful cock inside.

“You’re doing so well, babygirl,” Kir rasps darkly into my ear. His arms circle me, his hands cupping my breasts and toying with my aching nipples as I start to sink down onto him more. “Taking my cock like such a good girl.”