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The answer should have been no.
He knew that.
Hell, this was his neighbor’s daughter.
So sweet, so innocent. His thoughts trailed off as his eyes traced the curve of her hips and the perky little breasts that sat so proudly on her chest. She wasn’t a kid anymore.
Little Silvie had grown up, and he wondered how he had missed it. She had the body of a woman – well, not quite as lush as Erika, but he would bet that she’d get there in ten years.
He looked at that body and the look in her eyes. Her eyes were dilated, little black pools. Her lips were parted and looked a little bit swollen, and her shoulders betrayed her breath.
Fuck.
There were some very grown-up thoughts behind those eyes. She was excited.
“Mr. Martinez?” Her voice was small and unsure now, so much like the shy girl he used to see playing in the yard next door.
He had waited too long.
“Sorry. Sorry, Silvie.” He cleared his throat. “Just… thinking.”
“What are you thinking about?” she asked.
Erika wiggled, shifting her weight. She looked back and forth between the two of them, and a slow smile spread across the older woman’s face. He watched in agonized rapture as she bent back over the kitchen table, offering that heart-shaped ass for more punishment. In this position, the dewy wetness on her pussy lips was obvious.
A small groan escaped his throat before he could help it; this woman drove him wild.
And she knew it. He could just imagine the satisfied look on her face, knowing the effect she had on him.
The need for violence blossomed inside of him. He needed to beat her. He needed to make her cry and beg and scream. Every cell in his body ached to possess this woman and make her scream for him. The welts that were already there, were only the beginning.
The rest of the world bled away. He picked up the cane and swished it through the air.
A sharp crack landed on his slave’s smooth ass, and she arched her back and moaned.
No. It needed to be more than that.
He swung back, and put his shoulder into the next stroke. The force of it brought her up on her toes, but still he did not scream.
He growled. Did she do this on purpose?
Fucking brat. He’d break her.
Three more strokes, hard, in quick succession. On the third, she screamed as the drops of her wetness bounced with the impact. New welts appeared almost immediately, and he liked the look of the marks on her.
His. Marking his property.
He brought the cane backward again, but a small sound from behind him upset his focus. He turned his head, only to find Silvie lounged in one of his armchairs, legs spread.
She was rubbing her bare pussy, her eyes trained on Erika.
There was suddenly too much light in the room. Watching Silvie pleasure herself was too much. His cock strained, watching her fingers move deftly on each side of her cute little pink clit, dipping into that slick hole every couple of seconds.
Silvie herself seemed to be lost in her own thoughts, staring at the other woman.
He licked his lips. Somewhere in his brain, he knew he should stop this – stop her. Send her home. But as he listened to Erika cry and beg softly for more, and as Silvie stroked herself to the sight of her, that voice of rationale got more and more distant.
His body wanted this. His cock ached to bury itself in Erika’s sweet body, as she cried for him and Silvie watched.
No. He wanted more than that.
“Silvie,” he said. His voice sounded deep, beastial.
She looked at him, eyes drowning in desire.
“Do you want to do more than watch?” he asked.
Her eyes widened and the seconds ticked by without her answer.
“Tell me!”
He watched her shiver at the force of his voice, and a little part of him thrilled at that knowledge.
She nodded, almost imperceptibly.
“Say the words, Silvie. Tell me what you want.” It sounded like he was talking through clenched teeth. Maybe he was.
Silvie dry swallowed. “I want…” She blushed.
He brought the cane back and landed a brutal stroke against Erika’s ass, catching her right across her leaking pussy. Erika wailed as she arched her back and shivered with the pain of it.
“Fuck… I…” Silvie started again. “…I want to lick that wet cunt.”
His vision went hazy. All sorts of thoughts of debauchery danced through his head.
Yes, he wanted to say. Fuck yes.
He took a deep, steadying breath. He needed to be responsible for Erika first.
“Erika? Do you hear what little Silvie wants to do to you?’
“Yes, Sir.” Her voice was raspy. It sounded like it hurt for her to talk.
“And what do you think?”
She wiggled her bruised ass. “Please, yes, Sir. Please, I’m desperate.”
He felt a smile crawl across his face. “But there’s more that Silvie doesn’t know about it, isn’t there, my sweet little slut?”
He imagined her cheeks reddening.
“Please don’t make me say it, Sir.”
“If she’s going to eat you, shouldn’t she know?”
“Know what?” Silvie asked.
He turned back to the neighbor’s girl. “Erika’s not allowed to cum. I’ll let her tell you why.”
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