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Indulgence
Tears still slid down her cheeks. Inside her a bitter acknowledgment had settled: she deserved this.
For a minute nothing happened.
Then a cool palm settled on her blazing skin.
She tensed, expecting the next crack.
Instead, another hand covered her scorched cheeks.
He was not striking.
He was kneading.
Slowly. Gently.
His fingers slid down her thighs, spreading them. The hot knot dropped fully into her belly. Her lips swelled. Her sex began to open.
Something cool and slick touched her clitoris, then filled her entrance, then trailed back toward the tight, uncertain ring behind.
Lube.
Ah yes. I’m going to take you. But first I’m going to skin your ass.
Time stretches.
Two fingers that teased her clit slipped inside her, pulsing against the front wall. The thumb of his other hand circled her rear entrance.
The shift was unbearable.
Relief sobs shook her body.
His fingers pressed rhythmically into her soaked heat while another began to sink slowly into her back.
“In my pussy. Please—start in my pussy,” she whispered through tears as waves of arousal rose through her body.
“Not today. Today you haven’t earned that.”
More lubricant slid between her striped cheeks. His finger pushed fully inside her.
She loved that fullness. Loved the way he touched her through the shared wall, how sensation echoed deep inside her.
Repentant tears gave way to moans.
“Well then. Time for part two. Time to fuck that restless ass.”
The zipper’s buzz. The click of the tube cap. The hot head of his cock pressing against her.
“Is your ass ready to be punished from the inside?”
“Yes. Punish it. Punish me. Fuck my ass.”
He entered slowly, stretching her ring, which closed around him as though unwilling to let go.
The sensation was so sharp she couldn’t breathe. Her moans turned animal.
He withdrew. Pushed again. Slow. Full. Pause. Again.
After minutes, her body adjusted. The piston rhythm grew stronger. Faster.
“Yes. Yes—like that. Fuck me. Come inside me.”
The rough sofa fabric brushed her clit through the sheet, friction adding to the unbearable rise.
The flashback images flickered like Polaroids.
Another wave rose—and instead of her usual cries she heard herself whisper:
“…I’m a whore. I’m a whore.”
He thrust deep. Hard.
“No.”
“I said—I’m a whore.”
Another thrust.
“No.”
“Do you hear me? I’m a whore!”
“Not anymore!”
He locked her legs with his thighs. The world fractured.
He drove fully inside her and slapped her left cheek.
“In nomine Patris!”
Stars exploded behind her eyes.
Right cheek.
“et Filii!”
Left again.
“et Spiritus!”
Right.
“Sancti!”
The final double-handed slap landed across her blazing skin.
“Amen!”
Fire swallowed them both.
An infernal choir of shared orgasm tore through their bodies, split them apart, fused them again.