Page 11 of Serving Her Sentence

A large, handsome black man was standing beside the back door, and he smirked at her as he opened it. Noelle blushed, wondering if he'd been able to watch her auction and the aftermath or if he was just smirking because she was naked. He took the bag she was holding from her before letting her get into the car, leaving her with nothing to cover herself.

“Come in.” The command came from the interior of the car, and she recognized Damian's deep, gravelly voice. Blushing, she ducked her head and got in.

Damianwas sitting on one of the long bench seats along the side of the limo. His attention, however, was on a television screen on the wall between the driver's section and the rest of the car. Noelle wanted to moan with embarrassment when she saw what he was watching.

Herself, hand between her legs, furiously masturbating after he'd left her.

He pointed at a spot on the floor of the car without looking at her, and Noelle sank to the floor, avoiding looking at either him or the video screen. Her skin prickled with the humiliation, and she was all too aware of both her nakedness and the plug still stuffed in her bottom. Her pussy tingled.

Behind her, the door closed, and she heard movement.

“Sit down, Sean,” Damian said, nodding across from him.

Despite his muscular bulk, Sean easily moved around Noelle to sit down where Damian had indicated. Unlike Damian, he was more interested in the real Noelle than the one on the screen. A large bulge at the front of his pants indicated justhowinterested.

“Up on his lap, little slut,” Damian said abruptly. Noelle jerked her head up, startled, and found herself facing cold, dark eyes. “Facing me.”

The car smoothly started as she lifted herself onto Sean's lap. It was odd, crawling onto the lap of a total stranger. His teeth flashed a gleaming white smile before she turned away. He was so much larger, she felt almost child-like.

Her sore bottom nestled against his groin, the thick length of his cock pressing against her. The plug in her ass pushed in a little deeper as she squirmed slightly, trying to get comfortable.

“Hands behind your back,” Damian said. Noelle leaned forward to tuck her hands behind her, effectively trapping them between her and Sean's body. The hard muscles of his stomach rippled underneath her palm. He was ripped. “Sean, hold her legs open.”

Noelle squeaked as the man reached forward, grabbing a leg with each hand and pulling them up and back, spreading them wide apart, bending her nearly in half. Her pussy, still glistening from her earlier arousal and orgasm, spread wide in the cool air, right in front of Damian. Beneath her, the fabric of Sean's pants scratched her bottom cheeks, still sensitive from the spankings she'd received.

Damian leaned forward, placing his hand over her bare pussy. The lips felt as though they swelled at his touch, her body already becoming aroused again at his casual dominance. The heat gathered between them, and she stared at him, unsure what he wanted from her right now. Being on another man’s lap, his hands holding open her legs, only made her more anxious.

It wasn’t like there were a lot of people telling their stories about what happened when they served these kinds of sentences. Noelle hadn’t even considered the man who bought her might have another man touching her. One other man? More? Women? Was she more apprehensive or excited at the thought?

“This ismypussy now,” Damian told her firmly, almost as if he was lecturing her. The possessive satisfaction in his voice made her lower muscles clench. She wanted to squirm, but Sean was holding her far too tightly. Why it aroused her so much, she had no idea, but she couldn’t deny she was getting hot and bothered all over again—almost as if the orgasm she’d given herself hadn’t happened. “You will not touch what is mine, except with my permission. And if you do or orgasm again without my permission, what you're about to experience will seem like a pleasant dream.”

SMACK!

Noelle screamed as Damian’s hard hand came down on her open, vulnerable pussy, spanking the tender lips the same way he’d spanked her bottom. The sharp pain flared out from her sensitive folds, and she flailed—or tried to. Sean’s hands were holding her legs far too tightly, and her hands were completely immobilized by their position. She couldn’t move them without leaning forward, and she couldn’t do that while he was holding her like this.

SMACK!

“Please! I’m sorry! I didn’t know!”

The expression on Damian’s face didn’t flicker as he brought his hand down again on her already smarting, puffy lips. The car rolled along as he spanked her pussy, again and again, ignoring the tears rolling down her face and her pleas and promises.

Sean’s cock swelled against her back as she was tormented, and in the back of her mind, she wondered how she could have possibly chosen this. It felt as if her pussy was on fire, the lips swollen to twice their usual size from the harsh treatment. Noelle writhed against Sean’s hands, crying out as Damian’s fingers snapped against her clit.

The increasingly wet sound of the slaps made it impossible to ignore exactly how her body was reacting, and the shocking sensation of her clit being spanked made her writhe. The little bud swelled and—like when he’d been fucking her ass—Noelle’s brain seemed utterly confused whether she was feeling pain or pleasure. She’d thought it was pain, but one hard swat to her clit, and she suddenly felt like she was going to cum again.

As if sensing her reaction, Damian paused, his dark eyes moving to her tear-stained face. A cruel smile curved his lips, and his gaze flicked to the man behind her.

“I do believe our little slut is enjoying this, Sean,” he said.

Noelle shook her head but didn’t verbally deny the claim.

“I’m not exactly having a bad time either,” Sean replied, and she felt the rumble of his deep voice through her back as he chuckled. He rocked his hips slightly, making her whimper as his pants rubbed over her sore bottom, and her ass clenched around the plug in it.

Being the erotic focus of both men’s attention was a bit terrifying. Noelle definitely wasn’t a virgin and had thought she had some idea of what she’d signed up for, but she already felt as though she’d really gotten in over her head this time.

Think about the alternative.

Ten years in jail.