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41 Bad Girls Get Punished [2] 

41 Bad Girls Get Punished [2] 

Smack! 

The loud sound filled the air when I tried to squirm against the table. 

“Stay still.” 

I breathed heavily as another finger penetrated me. I moaned, chills kissing my entire body, and this time it wasn’t from the cold, but the fullness my pussy got. 

I wiggled my hips to get him to go further, and he smacked my ass again. The contact connected to my heat, and my wish was met when he sank deeper. 

“Mmm…!” I rasped, feeling several sensations, but he was yet to move. “A–Ares, please…” 

I sounded desperate, but I didn’t care. I just wanted him to move and free me from this starvation. 

“Ares-” 

“Not another word.” 

I 

I bit my bottom lip, panicking when he withdrew his fingers, about speaking, but I swallowed back the words. 

It seemed like my behavior had satisfied him, so he thrust into me again, all three of his fingers at once, and my body came alive like a live wire. 

It felt so fucking good. 

I never thought something like this would feel so good, but it did. He knew when to work his pace right and got me dying for more. He started excruciatingly slow until it felt like there was a spot he missed, and I went crazy for it. 

The urge to beg almost rolled from my tongue, but knowing he told me to keep quiet, I did. Mentally praying he would just… keep going. 

Tears gathered at the corner of my eyes as I moved my hips and he struck me, harder than ever, until I collapsed back to the table, a slave to his will and only what he offered. 

Then he picked up the pace, and I’m liberated, moaning like a banshee, wild and free, until I’m suffocating between my arms as I struggle for air. 

Ares‘ thrust got rough, almost frantic, as if he couldn’t drag this on any longer, and I’m 

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washed with the degrees of sensations detonating all at once. 

I think I came when his fingers curled and again when he worked me from another angle, working my pussy like it belonged to him, like he knew all the spots to hit at once, and I’m utterly overwhelmed. 

I have never been brought through several releases just from a finger. It didn’t make sense, and at the same time, it was exactly what I needed, what I yearned for. 

Ares‘ name flew from my lips when a far too strong orgasm shook my body like electricity, tingling around my waist and settling just at my heat as I pulsed and suffocated his fingers until I heard a grunt from Ares. 

He hadn’t made any sound or said a word. That simple sound urged my orgasm closer, and I sank into the table, wasted and spent. 

I just lay there, trying to breathe properly through my nose like I had learned to collect air for the first time. 

Ares retreated his fingers, and it suddenly felt like I had woken up 

from a daydream. 

I felt his hands on my waist as he lifted me away from the table, my bare feet touching 

the cold floor. 

Slowly, he turned me to face him and undid the tie bound around my wrists. The entire time I kept my head lowered, an inexplicable feeling grasped me. 

Without a word, I walked to take my clothes from the floor, feeling like a slut who had done her job, but his words stopped me. 

“What are you doing?” 

I froze, facing him. “D–Dressing…?” 

“Leave that. It’s dirty.” 

I was about to say something like “Which clothes am I gonna wear?” 

“Come.” 

My eyes tracked him as he walked to the other side of the office. Gulping, I followed. 

Ares opened the door to his private bathroom and toilet, neared the walk–in shower, and turned it on from the many buttons. He stuck his hand out as if to check for the temperature, nodding when he got it right. 

“W–What are you doing?” I asked quietly. 

He narrowed his eyes like I had asked a puzzled question. 

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Silence stretched, and I just stood there like a fool who had never seen something like this in her entire life. 

“Take your time,” Ares said, breaking the stillness before leaving me alone, closing the door behind him. 

I stood there for a whole two minutes before took off my underwear and stepped into the warm shower, moaning at the contact. 

This was just what I needed. 

After a few minutes of showering, I stepped out and grabbed a hung bathrobe, which smelled new as well as the towel, so I figured it was. 

I wore the robe and used the towel to wipe my hair. Satisfied, I stepped out when I heard voices, so I leaned against the wall and peeked. 

A woman was holding a shopping bag. Ares asked her about the sizes, surprisingly accurate with it, and she smiled, nodding. 

I couldn’t even begin to wonder how he got the numbers for my underwear, too. The 

hell? 

“Thank you for shopping with us, Mr. King.” 

She left, and I took that as a cue to step out. 

“Done?” 

“Yes,” I replied, still not meeting his eyes. “Is that for me?” 

“Yes.” 

“Thank you.” I snappily grabbed the bags and hurried back to the bathroom to change. 

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On our way back to the penthouse, I opt for looking outside the window, doing my best to envision that I was alone. 

“Catherine.” 

Shit! 

I was hoping he’d be his usual silent self, but that was too much to ask. 

“Y–Yes?” 

“Look at me.” 

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I breathed heavily, wavering. After what seemed like a second, I turned my neck, but kept my eyes on his lips. 

His hand stretched to my chin and tilted so that our eyes connected. 

I shivered, and not from my still–wet hair but as a reminder of everything that happened in that office. I couldn’t tell if we had crossed the line or not. 

“What’s on your mind?” 

So I spoke the words that had haunted me since his fingers freed my pussy. “Were we acting?” 

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