Run Away

JaneVera’s POV

I swallowed hard, throat tight, pride crumbling like ash.

“I’m not…”

The lie died the instant his thick finger slid between my soaked folds, slick with my own shame, smearing my dripping arousal over every swollen inch of my cunt.

“Then tell me,” he murmured, voice low and molten, “why are you this fucking wet, little flame? Dripping down my hand, soaking my thigh… don’t you dare lie to me again.”

My lips parted on a shattered breath. My nails clawed into the couch as he pressed that finger deeper, thrusting in and out with slow strokes that rubbed me raw, lighting every nerve on fire. My hips rolled shamelessly, chasing him, betraying me completely.

“I… I can’t… I need you.” I finally whimpered, the confession cracking open, my body trembling so hard I thought I’d break apart. A low, filthy moan tore free.

He chuckled, dark and hungry, the sound rumbling through his chest into mine. That wicked finger found my clit, swollen and throbbing, and dragged slow, lazy circles over it, teasing, tormenting, owning. Each stroke made my cunt clench and gush harder, fresh slick coating his knuckles, running down my thighs in glistening streams.

“Of course you do, little flame,” he rasped. “You love it when I take you apart, don’t you?”

“I don’t,” I lied again, weaker this time, but my lips twitched into a helpless smirk because my body was already arching back into him, ass lifting, begging.

His hand settled on my burning cheek, heavy and possessive, kneading the tender, scarlet flesh, pulling me open, pressing me tighter against his thigh. Then, without warning:

SMACK!

The sharp slap cracked across my ass, a hot, vicious sting that made me jolt forward with a ragged gasp. Heat exploded over my skin, sinking deep, throbbing deliciously between my legs. My hips jerked on pure instinct, grinding my dripping cunt harder against him, needy, desperate, aching for more even as the burn made tears prick my eyes.

Another sharp slap, lower, catching the sensitive undercurve. My breath hitched in broken sobs, every nerve screaming, every inch of me trembling and screaming for him, utterly undone.

“Shhh, little flame…” His voice dipped into something sinfully tender, dripping with dark amusement. His palm lingered, soothing the fresh sting in slow circles, then squeezed hard, fingers digging into bruised flesh, claiming every inch. “You’re such a naughty girl. Always lying.”

Another possessive squeeze that made me whimper.

“Always trembling.”

I bit down hard on my lip, trying to trap the moan clawing up my throat, but it spilled out anyway, low and broken. My entire body quivered, every muscle pulled tight, arching into him without permission, without shame. Heat throbbed deep in my cunt, a frantic, pulsing ache that made my slick drip in steady, filthy drops onto his thigh.

His palm dragged lower, slowly, grazing the trembling seam where my ass met my thighs, fingertips brushing the soaked, swollen lips of my pussy, teasing, never quite giving me what I needed.

“Always,” he murmured, voice dark velvet, “begging for it… without even saying a word.”

I shattered.

A violent shiver ripped through me, hips grinding helplessly against his leg, chasing friction that wasn’t there. Every nerve was on fire, every inch of me screaming for him. I was lost, completely fucking lost in the raw, possessive drag of his hands, the hard, merciless grip that stripped me bare.

“Please… Caesar…”

The plea cracked out of me, small and desperate, barely audible. My ass still blazed from his last slap, skin throbbing in hot, pulsing waves that matched the frantic clench of my cunt. “I can’t… I need… Please touch me…”

Caesar said nothing. His palm just hovered, a silent, terrifying threat, letting the anticipation crawl under my skin until I was shaking harder, thighs trembling, slick pouring down my legs in glistening streams.

Another broken whimper tore free. “Please, I’ll be good, I swear, just…”

My own hand darted back without thinking, frantic fingers trying to shield my burning cheeks, to soothe the sting, anything to ease the unbearable ache.

The instant my fingertips grazed my own skin, his hand snapped around both my wrists like a steel trap.

“Wrong move, baby.”

In one brutal, seamless motion he wrenched my arms high up my back, folding them tight between my shoulder blades, pinning them there with a single massive hand. My chest slammed forward into the couch, tits crushed against the leather, back arched so sharply my ass lifted even higher, completely exposed, dripping, helpless. My fingers curled uselessly in the air, trapped, trembling.

“Don’t you dare touch yourself,” he snarled against my ear, voice gravel-rough and lethal. “Hands stay right here. You move them again, I start over, and this time I won’t stop until this pretty little ass is purple and you’re sobbing my name. Understood?”

His free hand traced the blazing handprints he’d branded into my skin, fingertips feather-light, making me flinch and whimper with every graze. My wrists flexed uselessly in his iron grip, my cunt clenching so hard another thick rope of slick dripped straight onto his thigh.

“Yes, yes, Caesar, please…”

SMACK!

The next slap was vicious, ringing, and perfectly placed across both cheeks. I screamed into the cushion, hips bucking wildly, fresh slick gushing down my thighs in a hot, shameless rush.

Another slap.

Another.

No rhythm, no mercy, just pure, brutal possession.

“Please!” I sobbed, tears streaking my face, voice shredded. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’ll be good, please, Caesar, please fuck me, I need it, I need you…” My begging dissolved into raw, filthy sobs, my body writhing under his hold, my ass blazing crimson, and my cunt dripping so hard it soaked everything beneath us.

Only then did he pause, palm resting hot and heavy on my punished skin, letting me feel every throb, every helpless clench, every tear.

“That’s better,” he rasped, dark satisfaction dripping from every word. “Keep begging, little flame. I’m nowhere near done with you.”

He dragged one thick finger down my soaked seam, gathering my slick, then pressed the blunt tip of his middle finger against my fluttering entrance. My whole body trembled, breath hitching, pussy clenching greedily around nothing, desperate to be filled.

With a slow push, he sank that finger inside me, sinfully smooth, stretching my tight walls in one long, claiming glide. A sharp, broken cry tore from my throat. My back arched hard, hips shoving back to take him deeper, greedy for every inch.

He curled it instantly, stroking that perfect, devastating spot inside me that made my knees buckle and my vision spark white. My walls clamped down around him, pulsing, milking, slick, coating his knuckle, and dripping down his hand with every slow thrust.

The wet, obscene slosh of my cunt filled the room as he finger-fucked me, slow, controlled, and merciless. Each drag out left me empty and aching; each thrust back in stretched me open again, igniting fire that licked up my spine.

My thighs quivered violently, trying to close, trying to trap his hand inside me forever. He only spread his knees wider, forcing me open, exposed, and helpless.

His lips brushed the shell of my ear, breath hot and ragged.

“Listen to that greedy little pussy,” he whispered, voice husky and filthy. “Sucking me in, begging louder than your mouth ever could. You’re going to come just like this, aren’t you, little flame? Going to soak my hand while I’ve got you pinned and crying.” He added a second finger, stretching my soaked cunt wider, the sudden burn making me gasp as my slick walls parted greedily around the intrusion. He scissored them slowly, opening me up, forcing my fluttering channel to yield. Then he curled both fingers hard against that devastating spot deep inside, and my entire body jolted like I’d been shocked.