GENESIS
Tears streamed down my face. My butt was on fire—stinging from his punishment—but it wasn’t just pain coursing through me. Pleasure crept in, twisted and sharp. My body trembled, and between my legs… I was soaked. I could feel it dripping down my thigh.
Why?
He was hurting me. Punishing me.
So why did it feel good?
Why was I arching my back and pushing my ass out more?
My mouth fell open, forehead pressed against the wall, as I felt him shove two thick fingers inside me.
“You’re so wet,” he rasped, voice low and husky, the kind that raked over skin like velvet and smoke. “So warm. I just want to sink inside you.”
He drove his fingers deeper, pressing against the spot I privately called my sweet spot—the one he always found. The one that made me unravel when he kept hitting
