God. My face probably looked like Rudolph’s fucking nose! Chris pressed his lips to my forehead and rubbed my back. Xxnx And when it came down hard a moment later, I cried out, my arms jerking on the belt. “C-Chris?”
“Hmm?”
“I-I sang the song.”
“Mm hmm. “No. Yes, you did, Holly.”
“Uh…so…”
“Oh, do you want me to stop?”
I gulped. Ever! It was something bumpy, reminding me of when I used to use the handle of a toothbrush to masturbate before I’d discovered vibrators, the ridges creating friction against my sensitive ring. I pulled up my knees and spread my legs wider. No! I said I trusted him. I just wasn’t expecting it.”
But after I’d reached back again on the next two swats, I heard him sigh.
