This position was even more humiliating.
I raised both cheeks carefully with my hands, cringing inwardly that I was so exposed to him.
If only Lucian would wake up, he could help me grab the laptop, stop my humiliation! But he only slept on.
“I can’t get my finger in, it’s too tight,” I tried. “I’ve never done this before.”
“Then get over here and bend over. I’ll fix that.”
I dragged the chair as close as I dared and turned around again, face first over the back with my whole ass exposed.
Gabriel spat, and I felt it land directly on the cleft of my ass crack, and then drip with a depraved tickle all into my asshole.
Pink with suppressed fury, I pressed my finger deeper, past the resistant ring of muscle and into my asshole.
Ouch
“That’s it, Dr. Lindeth. Now add another one.”
“But my ass hurts,” I hissed back at him.
“Good. Maybe that’ll teach you not to run away from me. I don’t like that shit. Now get going. I want to come.”
I began to move one finger over my clit while pressing the other in my ass.
“Put some fingers in your pussy too.”
I began to move them, awkwardly at first, then in tandem, making humiliating squishy wet sounds as I rode my hand.
“Sloppy pussy,” he grunted. “Faster.”
It was embarrassingly easy to bring myself to the brink even as my cheeks were pink with shame.
What if Lucian woke up and looked over at me, three fingers deep in my pussy and another two in my ass?
It stung to add fingers back there, but it was a pleasurable kind of pain, and I bit my lips in embarrassment.
“Turn around so you can look at me. Keep your fingers in your ass.”
When I twisted awkwardly around, he looked me up and down insolently.
“Open your mouth now.”
“But—”
“You want this laptop?”
I obeyed reluctantly, my fingers brushing against that rough patch inside me and I opened my mouth a tiny bit.
His cum sprayed into my face, most of it landing on my tongue, but other drops coating my eyelashes, splashing on my throat and sinking down into my cleavage.
My orgasm hit and I groaned loudly, my thighs shaking as my pussy pulsed.
As my knees sagged, his face appeared in the window again.
“Don’t fuck my father. That’s over.”
“I’ll do what I want!”
