Semua Bab Punished By Passion: His Dirty Submissive: Bab 21 - Bab 29

“Strip and get on your knees. Show me how sorry you are with that pretty mouth of yours.” Cole says. Cole's degrading words send a thrill of arousal and shame through me as I unzip my dress and step out of it. Holt and Cole both look at my body unabashedly. They look at me with a mix of entitlement and possessiveness that makes my stomach flip. I undo my bra and step out of my lace thong so that I’m completely naked. I’m about to drop to my knees, but Holt stops me. “Stop,” he says, “Hands behind your head, feet apart.” As I interlock my fingers behind my head and step my feet apart, I feel a mix of embarrassment and desire flood through me. I feel so exposed in this position. Not only can Cole and Holt see everything, but the way I’m displaying my body—hands behind my head, thrusting my tits out obscenely—makes me feel like I’m a slut presenting herself. Holt walks up to me, and the first thing he does is feel between my legs. He sticks one finger straight into my cunt and smile

“Now be a good girl for me and stay still. If you do a good job of sucking daddy’s cock, I might let you cum later,” Cole says. I focus on keeping my mouth as wide open as I can as Cole reaches down and grabs a fistful of my blonde hair. He pulls me by the hair for leverage as he thrusts his cock in and out of my mouth violently. He immediately starts thrusting deep down my throat, and in seconds I’m gagging. Spit starts pooling out of my mouth and tears form at the corners of my eyes. I know Cole said this wasn’t going to be fun, but fuck, I didn’t think he’d be this brutal. “You feel so fucking good, baby,” Cole says. I see him close his eyes and groan. His pleasure makes me light up and motivates me. As long as I know I’m doing a good job, I know I can keep holding out. “Spread your legs,” Holt says. I’m on my knees and have no idea why Holt would want me to spread my legs. Still, I can’t exactly ask a question right now, given the cock down my throat. I spread my knees as wid

The man standing in front of me is what I imagine a modern-day, rough around the edges prince would look like. He’s impossibly tall—probably 6’4” or so—and has the build of a professional soccer player. He’s muscular but not bulky. His thick dark hair matches his long lashes, which are the only thing about him that’s remotely feminine. He has a small amount of stubble—enough that if I were to kiss him, I could imagine him scratching my cheek. I think about kissing this man, and I melt a little. “Jacqueline?” he asks. For once, I’m lost for words. I nod. “Did you miss my instruction about the red scarf?” he asks, raising one thick eyebrow. Oh, fuck. In my rush to get ready earlier, I’d totally forgotten. I’d even had it laid out on my bed. I feel my cheeks turn beet red as I blush. I hate disappointing people, and I’ve only known this guy for under a minute, and I’ve already fucked up. “I’m so s-sorry,” I stutter, “I honestly forgot …” My voice trails off as I watch his eyes le

The man slowly unbuttons and unzips my jeans. He shimmies them down my toned legs. The man had already removed my pink panties earlier to stuff them in my mouth, so now I'm left standing with my bare cunt and ass displayed, completely exposed to everyone. The man grabs the hemline of my white cotton tee. He runs his fingers along my bare skin and I shiver. He suddenly presses the vibrator up against my damp cunt, and I reflexively close my eyes and moan. “Are you turned on now, babygirl?” he asks me. I purse my lips together tightly, “No.” “How about now?” He pushes my cotton tee above my breasts and pulls my perky tits out of my pink lace bra. He leans down and gently takes one nipple into his mouth and bites down gently. “Fucking hell,” I murmur. A warm, tingly sensation travels straight from my breast to my cunt. He flicks his stiff tongue over my nipple until it hardens. He presses the vibrator tightly against my pussy. “I’m going to love watching you eat your words as you

“Do you want to take Jacqueline, and I’ll meet you there?” “Sure, Brooks,” the burly biker standing beside me says. He nods to Brooks—a handsome stranger I’d just met a few hours ago—and picks me up. He throws me over his shoulder in a fireman’s lift, and before I can say anything, sets me down. “Wha—” He’s sitting on an intimidating motorcycle and is holding out a helmet to me. “Hop on,” he says. He’s smirking, and I can tell he’s amused by my reaction to his fireman’s carry. “Why did you do that?” I ask, bewildered. “I’m fine walking on my own two feet. And where are we going?” “So many questions,” he says, still smirking. “I did it because I knew you’d like it. Was I wrong?” Fuck. My cheeks start turning pink, giving me away before I’ve even said anything. I could try lying to Maverick again, but given that he’s already called my bluff a few times today, that doesn’t seem like the wisest choice. I decide to ignore his question, instead focusing on the part of my questio