Chapter 200: Luke

The sticky reminder of Machala's blowjob had me buzzing through the beat in my head. I scratched out a few notes on paper before heading to the shower. Machala was coming out of her room when I walked into mine. The reserve she carried like a shield had cracked. She gave me a shy look before lowering her eyes. My well-used cock jumped.

I didn't give a fuck that I smelled like nasty cum. I grabbed her hand, pulled her to the end of my bed, and situated her across my lap. I had to hurt her-needed her to feel the connection we shared through pain and acceptance. My palm smarted from the spanking I gave her early this morning, but I didn't care. With both my drumstick and hand hitting her ass, her skin was a mass of bruises.

She gave a heavy gasp on the first swat, sending that special thrill straight to my dick, so I hit her harder. There was no one around my home to call the cops if she went from whimpers to screams. On the sixth strike she gave in and her voice echoed off the walls. I