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“Sir,” I purred, my voice low and husky just as instructed. “I’ve been bad, haven’t I?” I arched my back in exaggerated submission, the crimson skirt riding up to expose my bare thighs.
My “master,” an imposing figure in his sixties with a greying beard sprinkled with stubble, chuckled, his eyes glinting with amusement. “Indeed, my little good girl. But fear not, for a stern discipline is just what you need.”
I’ve Been Bad
He yanked me onto his lap, my skirt still bunched around my waist. His gnarled hands roamed my curves, giving a possessive squeeze to my breasts as he raked a calloused thumb across my hardened nipples. “Such a tempting treat, my delightful tart.”
I let out a soft gasp, but maintained my gaze, locked onto his as he manipulated my body to his whims. The roughness of his skin against mine sent shivers down my spine, each touch a dirty promise of the delights to come.
With a deft twist, he unfastened my bra, freeing my breasts to his intimate exploration. His mouth descended, a wet heat enveloping a pert nipple as he suckled, his tongue teasing the sensitive flesh within. A throaty moan escaped me, my fingers tangling in his grizzled hair.
The belt, still clutched in my hand, threatened to drop as he fondled me, his hands moving lower to palm my sex through the thin fabric of my panties. “You’re practically dripping for me,” he growled. “My delicious little good girl.”
I bit my lip, trying to stifle the cries building within me. Pleasure licked through my veins, but I kept my focus, staying Master’s good girl and waiting for my stern punishment. And oh, how I yearned for the sweet ache of his discipline.
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