All Chapters of Punished By Passion: His Dirty Submissive: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Surprisingly, Mr. Rossi takes the lead, despite being the only one in the room actually working. “Sweetheart, why don’t you lean over my desk while one of the boys takes you from behind. That way I can enjoy the view.” His cheeky smile makes my pussy tingle. I think about getting fucked right in front of him. Performing for him. I’m embarrassed to admit how much it turns me on. I do as he says and lean my upper body across the polished wooden desk. My black bra presses into the material and I feel my short skirt ride up my back, exposing the underside of my cheeks. “Take off your bra,” Mr. Rossi adds. “I want to see your bare tits pressed up against the desk.” Blushing, I straighten up slightly and unhook my bra before leaning back down. Mr. Rossi makes no effort to hide the fact that he’s ogling my tits. A burst of pride washes over me, then shame for enjoying the attention. Why am I getting off on this? I ask myself for the millionth time that day. One of the boys approaches

“Jacqueline!” he exclaims, running his eyes lasciviously up and down my body. “My, aren’t you an absolute delight!” Coming from anyone else, the comment would be sleazy. For some reason, though, when it’s coming from Mr. Rossi, I find it endearing. My cheeks heat up, and I feel my whole body flush from the compliment. I can feel small butterflies in my stomach and a subtle wetness between my legs. “Thank you, Sir,” I say. The second I say it, I clap my hand over my pink, glossy lips. I can’t believe I just referred to Mr. Rossi as Sir in front of all these people. Judging by the smile playing at the corner of his lips, I don’t think he minds. “Let me get a good look at you,” he says. He grabs my forearms and leans back slightly. He canvasses my body like he’s a designer tailoring a dress. As he inspects my every curve, I take him in as well. Unlike 95% of the other old men on this yacht, Mr. Rossi doesn’t look a day over forty. I know he’s in his early fifties from what Dante

As we make our way to the front of the boat, Leo leans in.“You don’t have to do this.”“But we had an agreement?”Leo shrugs his shoulders. “That was for fun. I wouldn’t want to do this if you weren’t into it.”We’ve made our way to the front of the ship. I take in Leo, and a shiver runs up my spine.I do want this. I never would’ve thought that ‘d enjoy our little game as much as I did. Maybe it’s just the hormones talking, but I feel liberated. Doing what I just did with Leo felt exhilarating and empowering, in a weird kind of way. I feel like I’ve shed some of my shame by confronting my demons. Coming in front of strangers was definitely a fear of mine, but by owning it, embracing it, I’d reclaimed it as part of my sexuality.I don’t know what magic Leo worked on my body, but I want more of it. And I want more of him, too.I think back to how good his hands felt inside me, and I imagine them roaming all over me. I get a sudden craving for him to fill me up. To take me completely.

I bite down hard on my lower lip as he enters my ass. I feel like I'm being ripped apart at the seams. I’ve never felt this full in my life. “Breathe, Jacqueline,” Mr. Rossi says. “Keep touching yourself and focus on your breathing.” I focus on my breaths while I run my thumb over my clit. A surge of pleasure erupts in my cunt, and I relax a bit. Mr. Rossi takes one of my pink nipples into his mouth and sucks. I moan as a delicious sensation runs through my core. I relax some more. The man in my ass starts to slowly move now. My body has relaxed enough to the point where his cock doesn’t feel painful, just slightly uncomfortable. As he gets into a rhythm, my body sinks into him, relaxing more. He starts to thrust in tandem with Mr. Rossi until both men are entering my holes simultaneously. Every time they exit, I feel an aching emptiness. I want them back in me right away. Somehow, the more they fuck me, the more my craving grows. I’m getting hornier and hornier with every thrus

“Are you ready? Or do we need to go over anything once more?” I take a deep breath and smooth my hands over my tight black mini-skirt. “My name is Roxy, I’m 22, and I’m here on a school exchange program.” Dante nods. “Perfect. And if someone says you don’t look familiar?” “I say I know John.” “You’re ready.” I beam when Dante suddenly stops the driver. “Pull over for a second. Into the alley.” “What are you doing?” I hiss to Dante. “We’re almost there.” “Did you really think I’d forget about your little outburst from earlier, princess?” Dante’s lips curl into a smile, and my stomach flip-flops. I’d been half hoping he’d forget, but also half hoping he wouldn’t forget. The anticipation of not knowing when my potential punishment would be coming has made me feel on edge all day. The driver pulls over, and I peek through the tinted window. Why the fuck would Dante want to pull up into an alleyway? Dante gets out first, and then walks around to my door. Always the gentleman.