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carnal things. He'd take me on the kitchen table? He wanted me to be bad so he could...what? Take me as he wanted? When I saw his quick grin, the playful glint in his eye, he was interested in the chase.
I turned into a parlor, a large room with comfortable seating and a stone fireplace that took up most of one wall. Two windows brightened the room on either side. Crouching down, I hid behind one of the large chairs, where I could envision Finn reading with a roaring fire blazing on a dark, cold night. I heard no sound except for the loud ticking of a clock on the mantel, the beat of my heart.
"You need to work on your hiding skills."
I shrieked in surprise. Finn loomed over me, hands on hips. From my position close to the ground, he seemed even taller, more formidable.
"You must consider who is hunting you and why. Your dress is a beacon and quite difficult to hide."
The long hem curved around the leg of the chair, easily seen from across the room. Finn squatted down next to me, his long legs bending, the strong muscles of his thighs noticeable through the taut fabric of his pants. He grinned wickedly, quite pleased with himself.
"Now then, I believe I have you trapped."
I stood and took a step to run off again, but his arm came up and banded around my waist, pulling me back and into him. I could feel the warmth of his chest against my bare back, feel the steady beating of his heart.
"Now this, I like," he said as his breath fanned my neck. His hand cupped my breast. "Not a bit of modesty left, running around the house undressed. Perhaps I will keep my little captive naked."
He stood and lifted me so my feet didn't touch the ground; his height was that much greater. Turning, he bent me over the chair, the cushioned back against my belly. Before I could even guess to his next actions, he tugged my dress down and over my hips; the few buttons holding it closed popped off and skittered across the wood floor. I was naked. A large palm ran down the bumps of my spine and settled on the curve of my bottom.
Smack.
I jolted at the contact as his palm struck me in a way that stung, but didn't hurt.
"Bad girls get spankings, baby." He struck the other side next, the place heating in response.
"I'm a good girl!" I countered as he peppered my bottom over and over.
"Oh? Let's see." With his foot, he nudged my feet apart so he could see all of me. A finger dipped in and ran over my folds, over my thighs. "Mmm, dripping wet. My seed's all over." His finger slipped inside. "Time to fill you back up."
"Oh, yes," I sighed, wilting against the back of the chair. That one finger felt so good my inner walls clutched at it.
"So greedy. Your pussy is very, very greedy. Do you need my cock?"
I nodded, wiggling my hips to work him in deeper.
Smack.
"Bad girl. You take what I give you." I held still as he taunted me with that single digit. "You like it rough. You like your ass spanked. I think you're going to like this, too."
Standing upright, he pulled his finger from me and I moaned, feeling empty, my core clenching down on...nothing. Instead of taking it away, he slid it up higher so that it bumped against my back entrance. I jerked against his palm at my back. "Finn!" I shouted. "What are you...oh, you shouldn't."
He'd touched me there, my most darkest of places, intentionally. His hand shifted so his palm spread over the upper curve of my bottom, his finger replaced by his thumb. His other hand spread my cheeks apart.
"Yes, I should. I'm going to fuck you here. I'm going to fuck your ass and you're going to love it."
"No." I shook my head. "You couldn't possibly. You wouldn't fit." My palms pressed into the cushioned chair seat by my head.
"That's what you said about filling your pretty pussy, and my cock fits, doesn't it?"
The sensation of his thumb circling and pressing in slightly had me wincing, yet at the same time, wanting to shift my hips. It felt odd. Awkward. Strange. Unusual. Amazing. I clenched down, which had
I turned into a parlor, a large room with comfortable seating and a stone fireplace that took up most of one wall. Two windows brightened the room on either side. Crouching down, I hid behind one of the large chairs, where I could envision Finn reading with a roaring fire blazing on a dark, cold night. I heard no sound except for the loud ticking of a clock on the mantel, the beat of my heart.
"You need to work on your hiding skills."
I shrieked in surprise. Finn loomed over me, hands on hips. From my position close to the ground, he seemed even taller, more formidable.
"You must consider who is hunting you and why. Your dress is a beacon and quite difficult to hide."
The long hem curved around the leg of the chair, easily seen from across the room. Finn squatted down next to me, his long legs bending, the strong muscles of his thighs noticeable through the taut fabric of his pants. He grinned wickedly, quite pleased with himself.
"Now then, I believe I have you trapped."
I stood and took a step to run off again, but his arm came up and banded around my waist, pulling me back and into him. I could feel the warmth of his chest against my bare back, feel the steady beating of his heart.
"Now this, I like," he said as his breath fanned my neck. His hand cupped my breast. "Not a bit of modesty left, running around the house undressed. Perhaps I will keep my little captive naked."
He stood and lifted me so my feet didn't touch the ground; his height was that much greater. Turning, he bent me over the chair, the cushioned back against my belly. Before I could even guess to his next actions, he tugged my dress down and over my hips; the few buttons holding it closed popped off and skittered across the wood floor. I was naked. A large palm ran down the bumps of my spine and settled on the curve of my bottom.
Smack.
I jolted at the contact as his palm struck me in a way that stung, but didn't hurt.
"Bad girls get spankings, baby." He struck the other side next, the place heating in response.
"I'm a good girl!" I countered as he peppered my bottom over and over.
"Oh? Let's see." With his foot, he nudged my feet apart so he could see all of me. A finger dipped in and ran over my folds, over my thighs. "Mmm, dripping wet. My seed's all over." His finger slipped inside. "Time to fill you back up."
"Oh, yes," I sighed, wilting against the back of the chair. That one finger felt so good my inner walls clutched at it.
"So greedy. Your pussy is very, very greedy. Do you need my cock?"
I nodded, wiggling my hips to work him in deeper.
Smack.
"Bad girl. You take what I give you." I held still as he taunted me with that single digit. "You like it rough. You like your ass spanked. I think you're going to like this, too."
Standing upright, he pulled his finger from me and I moaned, feeling empty, my core clenching down on...nothing. Instead of taking it away, he slid it up higher so that it bumped against my back entrance. I jerked against his palm at my back. "Finn!" I shouted. "What are you...oh, you shouldn't."
He'd touched me there, my most darkest of places, intentionally. His hand shifted so his palm spread over the upper curve of my bottom, his finger replaced by his thumb. His other hand spread my cheeks apart.
"Yes, I should. I'm going to fuck you here. I'm going to fuck your ass and you're going to love it."
"No." I shook my head. "You couldn't possibly. You wouldn't fit." My palms pressed into the cushioned chair seat by my head.
"That's what you said about filling your pretty pussy, and my cock fits, doesn't it?"
The sensation of his thumb circling and pressing in slightly had me wincing, yet at the same time, wanting to shift my hips. It felt odd. Awkward. Strange. Unusual. Amazing. I clenched down, which had
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