Beauty's Punishment

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WARNING ⚠
Please be advised that this story contains mature themes and strong language.

Gia's Pov

Before I had time to process my embarrassment, Irene had me in the front hall with the door closed behind us. Shoving me up against the wall, she tore off my cardigan and grabbed my tits from behind.

Straightening up, she grab my face and tilt my eyes up to meet hers.

“Not bad. Looks like your lesson is starting to sink in.”

“Thank you, B-boss.”

Running her thumb along my lips, she use it to open my mouth and caress my tongue.

“Is your naughty little cunt still aching for me?”

“Y-yes, B-boss…”

With her thumb in my mouth, I mispronounced my s sounds, drawing out one of her more wicked smirks.

“You’ve been such a good girl, taking your punishment and turning on the charm at the club… I think you’ve earned a good, hard fucking.”

“Oh, thank you, B-boss-”

“But first.” Her serious tone quiets me instantly. “You need one more reminder on how to behave.”

Instinctively, I lower my eyes.

“Yes, Boss…”

“Look at me, naughty girl.”

I look up and meet her gaze, as humbly as I can.

“If you’re trying to reach me, and I don’t respond, what do you do?”

“I wait, Boss…” I replied.

“That’s right. And if you feel yourself getting impatient, I want you to remember this moment.” she said.

“Is this what you really want?” she teased, playing with the wetness between my legs.

“Y-yes… please… oh, god, yes… please, please fuck me, please…” I begged, and would continue to beg, until she gave me what I longed for.

“Beg for it, naughty girl” she said.

“P-please, fuck me....please, please..”

“That's a good girl"

She needs no third request. Her fingers trail along my cunt, gently, slowly, softly, slipping between wet lips, opening me. I gasp, and my breathing grows faster, panting.

I feel her finger slipping deeper, looking for the spot to enter me, and when she finds it, her finger slips all the way, easily. The smooth dragging feel is explosively good and my shoulders lift up off the bed.

“F-fuck! Oh god, oh god, oh god!”

She starts a slow rhythm, letting her finger slide in and out, and after a moment, she leans over me, her mouth so close to my cunt that I can feel the heat of her breath on me.

She pulls her finger out, and I lift up on my elbows to look down at her.. she puts her finger in her mouth, tasting me for the first time, and sucks it in and out a few times.

She looks up at me.

“I-irene…U-ugh...ugh!.. ” and then she drops her head down onto my pussy, mouth open, tongue flicking, slipping between my pussy lips to find my clit, slow and wet all over me. Without stopping, she moves her body over mine, in between my legs, kneeling there over me.

I let myself come down off my elbows and lay my head back. She licks and sucks, her mouth opening wide over me, playing with my pussy. When she lifts her lips off to take a deeper breath, I put my hands down on her head and lift my hips back up.

“M-more, Irene…m-more...oh!!”

She groans, a deep low growl in her throat, and my hands grip her head tighter, pushing her down.

She starts licking at me again, furiously now, desperate, fast, needing, and I feel a finger at my edge again... no, not a finger but two fingers... and she pushes them hard into me, until she’s as deep as she can go, her knuckles up against my lips.

She keeps thrusting, thrusting, thrusting, the wet sound of her fingers fucking into me like a rhythm that she matches with her tongue on my clit.

“I’-im going to c-cum!!... U-ugh....u-ugh, I’-im going to!!” and just like that, suddenly, without warning, I cum hard. My thighs close around her head, my hips buck up again and again and again against her face.

After what seems like minutes, I finally lay back, my legs open, my breath fastened.

She moves up alongside me, and kisses me gently.

This is a work of fiction. Any similarity to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events, is purely coincidental.