Facing the Consequence

“Please...” I murmured.

“Oh, no.” He said harshly. “You earned this penance with your vicious tongue. There’s no sweetly begging me for mercy now. Open your damn legs, Jade.”

Biting my lip and still refusing to open my eyes I slid my knees apart. Making the wood of the chair creak beneath me.

I instantly felt his large, warm hand reaching over me. His knuckles along my soft inner lips.

He nimbly opened them until finding my damp entrance with his middle finger. He swirled it there to ensure I was appropriately slick. Then that long wide-knuckled finger entered me.

Making me lurch up as my back arched. His other hand on my chest just below my neck held me in place.

“Ah, ah.” He said, amusement almost tingeing his voice. “I have you now. You’re not going anywhere.”

The intensity of part of him being in my body was overwhelming. It felt foreign and exhilarating. It w