Lahat ng Kabanata ng Punished By Passion: His Dirty Submissive: Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

I spot Cole immediately. He’s the first man to walk through the door and he approaches me immediately. Even though he’s hardly a stranger by now, I’m still struck by his good looks. He’s around 6’2”, has thick dark brown hair, and the kind of body that instantly conjures up images of firefighters, and lumberjacks. He’s a cross between rough and cosmopolitan—essentially a rugged man in a suit. Or in today’s case, a rugged man in a tailored, crisp white button down and navy slacks. I accidentally find my eyes drawn towards the bulge in his pants and before I can look away he catches me looking.“Like what you see?” he asks, teasing me.“You wish,” I retort, rolling my eyes.He comes up close to me and grabs me tightly by one hip. With the other, he traces the tip of his index finger slowly along the contours of my jawline, and then all the way down to my clavicle. I try to stay still, willing my heart beat to relax. It doesn’t listen to me, though—even though I’m standing as still as a

Cole—my sugar daddy—and another man approach me. Cole is classically handsome, with his thick brown hair, chiseled jawline, and startling blue eyes. The man standing beside him is less handsome but taller and stronger—which is saying something, given that Cole is 6’2” and has the build of a firefighter.Cole approaches me first and whispers in my ear.“You’ve been such a good girl, Jacqueline, taking so many cocks for your first gangbang.”I beam from his praise. He tucks a stray lock of my golden blonde hair behind my ear, and I get goosebumps.“I don’t want to scare you off with too much too soon.” He pauses, and I have no idea where he’s going with this. “Has a man ever fucked your ass, Jacqueline?”I blush automatically at his question, a dead giveaway. “That’s what I thought,” he says, smirking. I contemplate lying just to wipe that damn smirk off his face, but think better of it. I am nervous about doing that, and don’t really want my first experience to be in the middle of a ga

“Wow.”It takes me a second to adjust to the dim lighting and locate the source of the voice.Once my eyes have adjusted, I find myself looking straight into the eyes of three men. The first thing that I think when I see them is rough. Rough expressions, rough tattoos, rough facial hair. They’re wearing leather jackets that are almost matching, save for a few different patches. They vary in their facial hair scruffiness, but they’re all sporting stubble of varying lengths. Their skin is tan and callused, like you’d expect from someone who worked long hours outside. They all have bodies that look like they were built through manual labor, and not in a gym.Another one of the men speaks, and I detect a slight southern drawl.“Well, aren’t you a sight for sore eyes,” he says.I blush and look down at my feet.“Aw, she’s a blusher. How cute,” says the third.I can’t tell whether he’s mocking me or genuinely thinks it’s cute. One of the other men laughs, and I conclude it’s the former.“Yo

Unlike Jackson, who took his time fucking my throat, Gunner gets right down to business. He grabs my hips with both of his thick, meaty hands, and begins ramming my pussy relentlessly. He’s ramming into me with so much force that with every thrust his bare skin slaps against mine loudly, making a clapping sound. He tightens his hands around my waist and I moan into Jackson’s cock. The way he’s fucking me feels animalistic, and I’m surprised by how much it’s turning me on. Holt lets go of my hands, and I instinctively reach down for my clit. I start rubbing my button and pleasure surges through my body. “Such a dirty girl,” Holt’s whisper in my ear. “Touching yourself while you’re stuffed with two cocks. I bet you wish you had a third cock stuffed in your tight little ass right now, don’t you?” As degrading as Holt’s words are, I’m so turned on that I’m past the point of caring. I use his words as fuel, touching myself harder as I replay them in my mind. Dirty little girl. Bet you w

•I hope you’ve been using the toys I gave you—your first training session is Sunday, 1pm. Holt• I’m not even sure whether I need to reply to Holt’s email. It doesn’t seem like a question so much as an order. I decide it’s better to err on the side of not pissing Holt off, so I fire up my own curt reply. •Ok. Jacqueline• I smirk, wondering to myself whether Holt picked up on my half mirroring/half mocking his language. I refresh my email for the next five minutes, even though I’m not expecting him to reply. He doesn’t, but I get a message for Cole. •Jacqueline, Are you free for lunch on Sunday? 1pm. - Cole xx• As I read Cole's email over, I feel the hairs on the back of my neck stand-up. What are the chances that he’d pick the exact same time as Holt? And that he’d email me practically one minute later? I shake my head and reply. I’m just being paranoid, I tell myself. •Sorry Cole, I have a big test on Monday. Rain check for next Sunday? - J xoxo• Guilt twists in my stom