What the fuck?
“Please make it hurt, Master. Make it hurt.”
Fuck. What the fuck do I do here?
“Please!” she cried out in a shrill voice and then whispered, “Hurt me.”
I was stunned.
“Dare,” my name was a prayer on her lips, “Please. I can’t… take it. Take it away.”
“How?”
She was trembling so fucking hard and it was freaking me the fuck out.
“Please, Master!” she cried out in a shrill voice again.” The look in her eyes was gutting me. She looked frightened out of her mind.
Lisa was in the doorway with the door open. I was about to holler at her to get the fuck out but she said, “Spank her.”
I was stunned. Lisa looked to Angel.
“Felicia!” Lisa shouted and Angel went completely stiff. Lisa continued in this deeper, huskier, more authoritative voice, a voice I’d never heard from her before, “Get over your Master’s lap right now.” Angel immediately threw herself over my lap and lifted her ass.
“Tell your Master what you need, Felicia!” Lisa demanded.
“I’m sorry, please spank me, Master. Spank me and take me and show me I’m yours. Not his. Yours. Not his. Yours. Cover his hurt so I don’t feel his pain.”
I looked to Lisa with what was probably shock on my face. She nodded at me and then left the room, shutting the door.
“Angel, I can’t hurt you.”
She whimpered, “Please. Yours. Can I be yours? Can I be yours?”
Fuck.
“Yes, you’re mine. You’re mine, baby.”
“Not his,” she cried out, in hysterics, “not his.”
“No. Mine, Angel. Not his.” I stroked her hair.
“Please!” she whimpered and lifted her ass higher.
My hand, of its own volition, yanked her yoga pants down and then I grabbed the back of her collar with one hand and that other hand quickly came down on her ass and smacked it.
She groaned. She groaned long and deep and like she was gonna come any second. My cock got hard despite my brain feeling like I was in the middle of a sick fucking scene.
“I didn’t mean to see his face, didn’t mean to see it. I need to feel you so I don’t feel him. Sorry for being naughty.”
I slapped her ass again.
She whispered, “Please tell me. Tell me, tell me.”
“You’re mine. You’re my girl and you’ll only be naughty for me.”
“Yes, Master. Only for you.”
“I want you to be naughty, Angel.”