His hand shot forward.
Slapped my p***y.
Loud.
Brutal.
I cried out. My back arched. My thighs jerked.
“Because your fingers are useless.”
He slapped it again.
Harder.
I sobbed. My cunt clenched in midair.
“Your fingers,” he growled, “aren’t thick enough. Long enough. Cruel enough. You don’t deserve to touch what belongs to me.”
I tried to speak.
He grabbed my jaw.
Squeezed.
“Open.”
I opened.
He shoved his wet fingers in my mouth.
“Suck.”
I did.
I sucked.
Tasted everything. My own heat. His dried precum. The shame. The ruin. The ache of a girl who had humiliated herself without ever being touched.
He pulled them out.
Stood.
He unbuckled his belt.
My breath caught.
The sound alone did something to me. Something deep. Something ugly. Like the floor under me shifted and
