28. Scars

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(Erm I'm not an artist but that is the position)

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Another hard lash hits against my ass. "Ten." I shout in pain but the pleasure arrives when Drystan rubs my ass after hitting it, tears stinging at my eyes but I don't let them pass.

"Do you know why your being punished?" He asks as he bends over me and leans down to my ear, his hot breaths hitting under my ear when he speaks.

"No." I reply and roll my eyes, I was growing impatient and needed him inside of me.

"Because you decided you could walk away from me. Lie to me about not liking me. Try to kill me- for the record at first I did let you hit me all you wanted and I didn't fight back on purpose but that's beside the point. Now what did you do at that club?"

"The questions isn't 'what?', it's 'who?" I smirk, he brings his hand down on my ass and I Yelp when he brings it down another time.

"Who?" His voice was stern.

"Eva." I reply in a seductive whisper, there are several seconds of silence before I speak, "And she was so good at eating me out, the way she swirled her tongue inside of me had me squirtin-"

"Shut up. Whore." He smacks my ass with his hands again.

Smack my ass like a drum.

I giggle at the verse. "You find this funny? Stupid Delaynie." I hear the sound of his belt land on the floor and he slams into me, I scream but it turns into a moan after he drives into me, I was already soaking from the the pain his belt brought me. He repeatedly hits my g-spot so hard that the tears escape my eyes.

"Safeword?" I think over multiple words but can't decide due to how hard he fucks me, how the fuck does he except me to think when his dick is inside of me?

"Delaynie?" He says in a warning tone.

"I -don't know." I speak out in pants, a light layer of sweat coats the back of my neck. Drystan's hand grabs a fistful of my hair and he pulls my head back then starts to suck on the skin under my ear, biting it then running his warm tongue over it.

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