Page 155 of Wicked Little Secret
“I had to,” I say. “Samson Wicker was trouble, and you didn’t seem to grasp how much. Do you know what kind ofrumors follow him and his friends? Are you aware I overheard him speaking about you? I couldn’t let him be anywhere near you.”
“It wasn’t your place!” she snaps.
SMACK!
I slam the paddle into her ass once more, then double and triple back for extra emphasis. She deserves all the discomfort that’s coming to her if she can’t obey simple rules. The wooden paddle is hard and punishing as it collides against her supple brown flesh and streaks it faintly red.
Yet her pussy lips glisten. Her thighs quake. She’s biting down on her bottom lip to keep from blurting anything else out. But also to keep from moaning.
I can practically feel the sound of pleasure bottled up inside her.
I step forward and fondle her pussy as yet another means of torture.
“But I have to be honest, Miss Oliver,” I say composedly, despite how hard I am. My pulse pounds away in my ears and blood has engorged my cock. A weaker man would’ve come already. “Once I started keeping an eye on you, I realized a few things. I realized that you were an exquisite young woman and I couldn’t stay away from you. It was wrong in every sense of the word. Yet I was invading your life more and more.
“I snuck into your apartment when you were gone. I monitored your online activities. Read your text messages and put a tracker on you so I knew where you were. Nights I turned up suddenly—when I gave you a ride home and bludgeoned Wicker—were intentional. They were no accidents. But don’t you understand why I was doing what I was doing?”
“You’re Valentine,” she mutters under her breath.
I respond with another swat of the paddle. My palm falls to the curve of her ass. The same spot I’ve just struck a blow and left streaked red. “If I were Valentine, I would’ve gotten rid of you a long time ago. You know it deep down. Tell me you do.”
She shakes her head side to side.
I forget about the paddle, letting it clunk on the floor. My hand returns to her pussy, rubbing her little clit and then pushing two fingers deep inside her.
Her jaw drops open and she shudders out a breath.
“Tell me, Miss Oliver,” I whisper, bending over her. I nip at the side of her face and work my fingers inside her just the way she likes. Her pussy walls are soft and slick, pulsing against my touch as I go slow and torture her. “Tell me you know what I do. You can’t stay away from me any more than I can stay away from you.”
“No…” she pants. “No…”
“Yes,” I say, my tone dark and authoritative. “Yes, Miss Oliver. It’s true, isn’t it? You sought me out because your heart called to mine. You set up each and every victim to be slain. You wanted me to do it.”
“NO!”
“YES!” I bark, tilting her face toward me for a rough kiss on the lips. “Face it. If I’m Valentine, so are you.”
Nyssa shudders as I begin twisting the plug inside her. I stuff my slick fingers into her mouth and make her taste herself. She moans around them, licking and suckling away. Her body’s a quivering, dewy instrument of pleasure as I tease and torture her beyond what she’s ever conceived.
I reach into my pocket and press the button on the remote to the plug. A vibration starts from deep inside her rear tunnel, drawing yet another visceral reaction out ofher. Her spine bows as the tremors rock through her in intense fashion.
“Does that feel good?” I whisper, biting her jaw. I kiss her mouth and then return my fingers to her soaked cunt.
I can feel the vibration.
“Fuck,” I groan. “It must feel very good, doesn’t it? You want me to turn it up?”
Nyssa whimpers in answer, clenching around my fingers like it’s my cock. She’s right on the edge of coming. She’s reached the point where she can no longer intelligibly respond, so I decide for her—I dial up the vibrating sensation to the second highest setting and watch it rack through her beautifully naked body.
My fingers toy with her pussy. Arousal coats them as I pump them deep, curling them until I’m pressing on the little ridged button inside. Her G-spot being stimulated is the final straw for her. Nyssa comes undone as soon as it’s touched, her pussy rippling in a warm wet wave.
I pull my fingers to find them more drenched than ever.
She didn’t just come. Shesquirted.
A new level of primal, possessive need is awakened. It unleashes itself, consuming me whole. Suddenly, all discipline washes away. My cock jerks against the constraints of my pants, desperate to be inside Nyssa.
I undo my pants in a flurry and hike Nyssa’s hips back toward me.