Olivia Ch. 01

Mark leaned back against the breakfast counter pushing the blade of the flick knife back into its sheath then pocketed it. Olivia was lying over the table in shock. He laid a hand on her back taking in the delicious sight of white lace panties. "You are a teasing bitch. You deserved that you know," he said quietly.

His cock ached in his jeans and he wondered if he dare take it out and fuck her. All he had to do was pull the crotch of those expensive panties to one side. He could see her shoulders shaking from silently sobbing, probably feeling sorry for herself.

"You don't know anything, you're just a young ruffian aunty took off the streets," she said, in a great explosion of anger. Olivia wasn't used to such ill treatment. That obnoxious man treating her with such disdain was deplorable. Yet she felt aroused and that knowledge was appalling, so hard to accept.

He stood tantalisingly close to her as she lay sprawled across the table where Joe had left her. "You said I should be punished yet it was you having your ass spanked," he mused. Mark looked closer between her legs wondering at how wet she was.

The bitch needed a sharp lesson on the streets to teach her how unfair and cruel life could be. It wouldn't happen though. This family was too rich to even imagine how hard it was for the likes of him.

He didn't want to get chucked out onto the street so hurried away before he did something the bitch could use against him.