Her small body jolted on the surface, chips packets scattering, her thighs snapping together reflexively.
He chuckled.
"Oh." Flat. Carrying no apology. "My bad."
He pulled them up again.
Slower this time.
The fabric stretching further before the SNAP came harder.
The red mark blooming on her mound, the sting hot and immediate.
"Owww—" "Ahhnngg~!!" "Cruxius, please— it really hurts there— sob—"
Her thighs trembling.
Her entrance clenching.
The wet running from her pussy audible in the quiet between her cries.
He grabbed her breast.
His hand closing around it from below, the flesh bulging between his fingers, the nipple pressing into his palm.
His other hand pressed the crotch of her panties flat against her slit and rubbed.
The wet fabric dragging across her clit with the full, direct pressure of his palm behind it.
"Didn't you say," he said, "you were going to kill me?"
His voice was low.
His eyes on her face.
