Stalker - Clarissa Wild Page 0,53
on her nipples makes her squeal. “I should do this more often. Sounds like you enjoy it.”
“No,” she murmurs.
“Keep telling yourself that,” I say, letting go after making them puckered.
As I circle around the cage, I peek at her sweet pussy, which looks just as appetizing as I remember. Maybe I’ll have a taste later. First, she’s going to prove to me how much her own life is worth to her.
“Ass against the bars, Princess,” I muse.
She sighs a little, but she does it anyway. Such a good pet.
“So … how much are you willing to give to keep this assistant of yours alive?” I ask, licking my lips while taking a good look at her naked body.
“Just don’t kill her,” she says.
“I wonder why you care so much.”
“I’m not as cold as you think I am.”
“Hmmm …” I smile. “Well, show me how much she’s worth then.”
She turns her head to look at me, and I can see the color on her cheeks change the moment she sees that I’m admiring her ass.
“I’ll do anything you want.”
I give her a piercing glare. “You know what I want.”
She immediately turns her head, but I could swear I saw a narrowing of her eyes. I enjoy her bold resistance. It’s always been something I liked about her … and now I get dominion over her once again.
“Spread your legs,” I say.
“I can’t go any further.”
I reach into the cage and give her a smack on the ass, which makes her squeal. She probably didn’t expect it, which makes it all the better.
“Ow! What did you do that for?” she yells.
I smack her other ass cheek. “Don’t question me, Princess.”
“Or what?”
I slap her ass again, which makes her jolt up. “Or you get this as punishment.”
“That’s not fair.”
I grab the belt and pull back so hard that her entire body chucks against the bars, her hands clasping her throat. I reduce the tension on the belt, giving her an inch of space to move so she can breathe. She drops down to the floor and coughs.
“Get up,” I say.
She does what I want but with a cheeky growl.
“Anything is fair in love and war, sweet cheeks.” I smirk, rubbing her round ass with my bare hand. “Especially if it involves spanking this sweet ass.”
She blows out a big breath but doesn’t respond. Good. She’s finally learning that she has to make a choice. Either obey and keep the assistant alive, or disobey and the assistant dies. She can’t have both. Besides, it’s not like this is a hard choice. Being fucked by me isn’t punishment at all … she should consider it a gift in comparison to what else I could do to her.
“You should be happy,” I say, leaning in, “that all I want is your ass.”
“Hmpf, I know you. It’ll never be enough,” she says, looking back at me.
“Correct.” I smack her ass again, making her moan. “Now what did I say about talking back?”
“Fine. Sorry,” she growls.
I rub her sore ass, which is turning red. “Love this color. Pink always looked good on you, and I don’t mean just those dresses …” I grin.
“What are you thinking of?” she asks.
“You. In my car. Back in the old days, when you begged to ride my cock.”
She laughs. “Not a chance in hell you’ll ever hear me do that again.”
I spank her again, this time harder than before because I can’t control myself and I don’t want to. She deserves punishment, especially after making a comment like that.
“Don’t. Lie. To. Me.” Each word is another strike. “You fucking know the truth as well as I do.”
“Okay, okay! You’re right,” she says. “Just stop.”
“What’s that?” I spank her again, and she drops to the floor. “Ass up,” I growl, pulling back on the belt.
“No, you’ll just hit me.”
I pull harder, forcing her to get up. “What I’m going to do to you if you don’t listen to me will be far worse than a little spanking. Compared to that, you should be moaning with pleasure for these slaps,” I say. “Now, get up.”
Her body shakes as she lifts herself back into position again. With my hand, I circle her flesh, letting go quickly so I can enjoy her spasms as she expects another blow, which doesn’t come. I love the sight of her body moving with my hand, as if she’s trying to prepare for the pain.
“Aw, does it hurt?” I muse, petting her red cheeks.
“No,” she says, but she’s hissing when