He withdrew his fingers suddenly, leaving her aching and empty, and before she could protest, he spun her around, pressing her cheek to the glass. Her breath fogged the window as his hands yanked her dress up to her waist, baring her ass to his gaze. The cool air kissed her skin, heightening every sensation as she heard the clink of metal—a drawer opening, then closing. Her pulse spiked with anticipation. When she felt the cold, hard edge of a paddle against her flesh, her pussy clenched involuntarily, a mix of fear and desire flooding her veins.
“You’ve been running that pretty mouth all night,” Gabriel murmured, his voice low and menacing as he trailed the paddle over her curves, teasing. “Time to pay for it.” The first strike landed with a sharp crack, pain exploding across her ass, followed by a rush of heat that surged straight to her cunt. She cried out, her fingers splaying against the glass, but he didn’t stop—another strike, then another, each one harder, the sting morphing into a pulsing, desperate need. “Count them,” he ordered, his free hand sliding between her thighs, fingering her clit with agonizing slowness as the paddle came down again.
“One,” she gasped, her voice breaking, her body trembling under the dual assault of pain and pleasure. “Two… fuck, three…” By the fifth, she was a mess, her pussy dripping, her ass burning, every nerve alight with raw, feral want. Gabriel tossed the paddle aside, his hands gripping her hips as he ground his still-clothed cock against her reddened flesh, the friction maddening.
“You’re so fucking beautiful when you break,” he muttered, his tone rough with awe as he unzipped himself, the sound a promise of what was coming. She felt the blunt head of his dick nudging her entrance, thick and unyielding, and she pushed back, desperate to be filled. He didn’t tease—he thrust in hard, burying his cock to the hilt in one brutal stroke, stretching her cunt to its limit. “Holy fuck,” he groaned, his hands digging into her flesh as she screamed, the fullness overwhelming, the burn of his intrusion mingling with the lingering heat of the spanking.
He didn’t give her time to adjust, fucking her with a relentless rhythm, each thrust slamming her against the glass, her tits pressed flat, her moans fogging the window. The city sprawled beneath them, indifferent to their debauchery, but the thought of being seen—caught—only fueled her frenzy. “Harder,” she demanded, her voice raw, her nails scraping the glass as he obeyed, pounding into her pussy with a force that rattled her bones. His hand slipped around, finding her clit again, rubbing in tight, ruthless circles until she was teetering on the edge, her body a live wire of sensation.
But he wasn’t done playing. From the same drawer as the paddle, he produced a sleek, black vibrator, the hum of it filling the air as he pressed it to her clit, the dual assault of his cock and the toy shattering her control. “Cum for me, Cherry,” he commanded, his voice a growl against her neck as he bit down, marking her. “Show me who owns this pussy.” The vibration intensified, his thrusts brutal, and she shattered, her orgasm ripping through her like a tidal wave, her pussy clenching around his dick as she screamed his name, her body convulsing with aftershocks.
Gabriel didn’t stop, fucking her through the climax, drawing out her pleasure until it bordered on pain. When he finally pulled out, she thought it was over, but he spun her again, lifting her onto the nearby counter with effortless strength. Her legs trembled as he spread them wide, his gaze raking over her swollen, glistening cunt with a hunger that made her ache anew. “Not done with you,” he said, his voice thick as he dropped to his knees, his mouth latching onto her clit with a ferocity that stole her breath. His tongue lapped at her, tasting her cum, worshipping her pussy with sloppy, greedy strokes while his fingers plunged back inside, curling to torment her g-spot.
She gripped his hair, yanking hard as she rode his face, her hips grinding against his mouth, the wet, obscene sounds of his pussy-eating filling the room. “Fuck, Gabriel, don’t stop,” she panted, her second climax building fast, her body still hypersensitive from the first. He growled against her, the vibration sending her over the edge again, her spunk coating his lips as she shuddered, her cries echoing off the penthouse walls.