Chapter 6

　　Layla's POV.

　　Marcus hummed in approval. He hooked his fingers into the waistband of my panties and slowly dragged them down my legs, letting them pool at my ankles. Cool air kissed my bare, dripping pussy. I stepped out of them obediently when he tapped my ankle.

　　"Turn around and bend over. Hands on the coffee table. Show me that ass."

　　My breath hitched, but I turned and bent at the waist, placing my palms flat on the low table. The position hiked my dress up completely, exposing my still-pink ass and the slick lips of my pussy from behind.

　　Marcus stood, moving behind me. His hands gripped my hips, his thumbs spreading my cheeks slightly so he could see everything. "Still marked up nicely," he observed, tracing one fading handprint with a fingertip. "But not enough. You're going to get another spanking tonight, not as punishment this time, but because I want to watch this pretty ass turn red while you tell me every filthy thought you had today."

　　Before I could respond, his hand came down in a firm, measured smack on my right cheek. The sound cracked through the room.

　　I cried out, rising onto my toes. "One… thank you, Sir."

　　He spanked me again, alternating cheeks with steady rhythm, each impact making my sore flesh jiggle and burn anew. Between strikes, he rubbed and squeezed, keeping the pain blending into overwhelming pleasure.

　　"Tell me," he ordered between smacks. "What did you imagine while you were sitting in class?"

　　Another smack came.

　　"Two… thank you, Sir," I moaned. "I imagined… you bending me over the kitchen counter… and fucking me while I made breakfast."

　　Another smack landed after another.

　　"Three… four… I thought about your cock… how big it felt against me last night. I wondered what it would feel like inside me."

　　The confession spilled out of me between gasps and whimpers as the spanking continued. Marcus's breathing grew heavier. By the tenth smack, my legs were shaking, my pussy dripping down my inner thighs in clear, shiny trails.

　　Marcus stopped and slid two thick fingers through my folds from behind, gathering my wetness. "Such a honest little slut for your stepfather," he growled. "This cunt is weeping for me."

　　He pushed both fingers deep inside me in one smooth thrust.

　　I moaned loudly, pushing back against his hand. The stretch felt incredible after hours of aching emptiness. He fucked me slowly with his fingers, curling them to stroke that sensitive spot inside while his thumb circled my clit with perfect pressure.

　　"Please, Sir…" I begged, my voice breaking. "I need to come. I've been good all day. Please let me come."

　　Marcus leaned over me, his broad chest pressing against my back, his lips brushing my ear. "Not yet. You come when I say. Tonight, I'm going to teach you exactly how much control I have over this body."

　　He withdrew his fingers abruptly, leaving me clenching around nothing. I whined in frustration, but he only chuckled darkly.

　　"On your knees," he ordered next.

　　I sank down immediately, turning to face him. Marcus unzipped his jeans and pulled out his cock. My eyes widened. He was thick, much thicker than I had imagined, long and heavy, the head already glistening with pre-cum. A thick vein ran along the underside.

　　"Open," he commanded.

　　I parted my lips obediently. He fed his cock into my mouth slowly, letting me taste the salty musk of him. I sucked eagerly, hollowing my cheeks, taking as much as I could while my tongue swirled around the head.

　　Marcus groaned, one hand tangling in my auburn hair. "That's it. Good girl. Suck your stepfather's cock like the needy little girl you are."

　　He didn't force me deeper, not yet, but the praise and the sheer taboo of the act made my pussy throb harder. I bobbed my head, taking more with each pass, saliva dripping down my chin as I worshipped him.

　　After several minutes, Marcus pulled me off with a wet pop. He hauled me up and sat back on the couch, pulling me to straddle his lap facing him. My dress bunched around my waist, bare pussy hovering just above his thick cock.

　　"Sir…" I whispered, my eyes wide with both fear and desperate want.

　　Marcus gripped my hips, holding me in place. The head of his cock nestled against my slick entrance, teasing but not entering. "You're going to ride my thigh until you're right on the edge. Then you're going to stop. No coming. Understand?"

　　I nodded frantically, already grinding down against the hard muscle of his thigh. The friction against my clit was perfect after so much teasing. I rocked faster, moaning shamelessly as my juices coated his skin.

　　Marcus watched me with hungry eyes, his hands guiding my movements. "That's it. Show me how desperate you are for my cock, how badly you want your stepfather to breed this tight little pussy."

　　The word "breed" sent a violent shudder through me. I cried out, grinding harder, chasing the orgasm I wasn't allowed to have.

　　Just as the coil in my belly tightened unbearably, Marcus gripped my hips and held me still, denying me the final friction.

　　"No," he said firmly. "Not tonight. You haven't earned it yet."

　　I sobbed with frustration, my body trembling on the edge. Tears of desperate need slipped down my cheeks.

　　Marcus pulled me close, kissing the tears away almost tenderly. "Tomorrow will be harder, little girl. Much harder. And if you're very good… maybe I'll finally give you what this greedy cunt is begging for."

　　He lifted me off his lap and set me on my feet, my legs barely holding me up. His cock still stood hard and untouched between them.

　　"Go upstairs and get ready for bed. No touching. I'll come check on you in ten minutes."

　　I barely made it to my room before my legs gave out.

　　I collapsed onto the edge of my bed, my chest heaving, my body still trembling on the razor's edge of orgasm. My pussy throbbed painfully, slick and swollen from hours of denial and the humiliating thigh-riding session downstairs. Every tiny shift sent sparks through my clit. My ass still burned from the fresh spanking, a constant hot reminder of Marcus's control.

　　I wanted to cry. I wanted to scream. Most of all, I wanted to come so badly I could taste it. But I didn't touch myself because Marcus's warning echoed too loudly in my head.

　　Ten minutes later, the door to my bedroom opened without a knock.