I laughed.
“Oh, Ophelia, that was brutal. You’re just too bad. Whatever am I going to do with you? Do you need to be punished?”
“Yes.”
Ophelia’s voice had changed. She hadn’t spoken that last word softly, she hadn’t purred or cooed or moaned.
She had growled.
“And here I thought you were a good girl. Am I going to have to spank you? Bad girls get spanked. Are you a bad girl, Ophelia?”
“Yes.”
There it was again. Ophelia’s jaw was clenched. Her teeth gritted.
Fierce.
Ravenous.
I took half a step back and delivered a smack to her right buttock.
“Again. More. Spank me more. I’m a bad girl. More, more, please? More?”
Ophelia was in a frenzy now, bucking her hips back, trying to spear herself on my 12-inch monster, clawing at her boyfriend’s chest, leaving ugly red scratch marks.
I smacked her left buttock.
Ophelia’s body quivered. She threw head back and howled wolfishly.
“Quiet now.”
Ophelia stopped howling but continued panting like a bitch in heat. He continued crying like a little girl.
“I said ‘quiet’. Can you hear that?”
They both fell silent. A dripping noise became audible.
“Ophelia, ask him if he can hear that sound.”
“Can you hear that?”
He nodded, wide-eyed, fearful.
“Tell him what that noise is, Ophelia.”
“It’s… Oh god… It’s… I’m so wet right now my pussy is literally dripping.“
"All because of little me?" I asked, mimicking Ophelia's question from earlier.
"Yes. I never even dreamed..."
“That it was possible to be so turned on? Let’s all stay quiet for a moment and enjoy the sound of Ophelia’s arousal.”
There was another distant sound, a bit like the rattling of keys.
And then a voice, calling up the stairs.
“Babe? Are you up there? Don’t be cross with me - I know I’m not supposed to come round unless you give me the all clear, but I thought you might like a quick fuck while Little Miss Perfect is getting her ego stroked at her party?”
What. The. Fuck?
