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Spanking Selena: Victorian BDSM Erotica
(Anna Austin)

"Selena, you're really a slut, aren't you? You'll fit right in." He remarked, his low drawl tantalizing and infuriating all at once. "You're really pressing against me - you really need this, don't you? You're such a whore. You're not supposed to enjoy punishments, you know." 



He slid another finger into me, and I let out a shameless moan that I was certain Peter could hear from miles and miles away. "More," I gasped, but I quickly retracted it. "Stop- stop- Sir, please stop-" I insisted, though I knew that Professor Harker was aware of what I really wanted. I pressed my forehead against the desk, not wanting anyone to see my face.



Professor Harker scissored his fingers, stretching me and playing with all the wetness my pussy had managed to conjure up. I moaned, and he crooked his fingers inside of me, touching a place that, up until that very moment, I hadn't known even existed. The feeling was indescribable - my whole body seized up, muscles taut, and I couldn't control the debauched sound that left my lips. He rubbed that spot over and over until I was seeing stars.



And all of a sudden, the fingers were removed, leaving me gasping and panting against the desk, my disappointing breasts trembling as my chest strained, my heart pounding hard. I was shaking all over, my body jelly-like and weak. I wanted more of that feeling - I was about to beg for it before I remembered that I was supposed to retain at least a little bit of dignity.