"I can do it..."

"...I know how to do it..." she whispered, almost petulantly. She could almost feel his grin.
"Oh...you're going to be like that?" his whisper was nearly inaudible. "I do enjoy a willful sub...ject." She gasped as he groped her tits once more, mercilessly twisting her nipples. "Well? Get to it then."
She was already close. This play was everything she deeply desired, and couldn't get from Brian... I am a bad girl... I really bad girl... why doesn't someone with a big cock and strong hands just fucking punish me like the bad girl I am?? She rubbed and pumped and fingered with abandon while Tim groped, kissed, teethed and whispered dominant encouragement. As for the visual entertainment, Lindsay was getting her ass plowed good and hard, screaming obscenities loud enough to mask any sounds Beth was making. It was all so much, including the protruding bulge that was grinding into her ass. She couldn't stop herself from seeing images of herself: handcuffed...ass cheeks red from spanking...pussy getting filled by the hard cock she could feel right then. I'm a bad little girl...I'm a filthy, faithless little slut...I'm a teasing little peeper with no respect...
"Ah...!" She starting to scream as her orgasm hit, but Tim's hand over her mouth muffled most of it. "Wow, you do know what you're doing after all..." Beth's fingers were churning up white, foamy girlcum as she shivered all over. The orgasm was so intense that her knees gave way, and the next she knew, Tim was carrying her outside to lay her on the bench in the enclosed dining space. He cradled her body as she trembled with the intensity of what she had experienced, and the realities crashing home of what she had done.
What the fuck did I do?
It was just...masturbating... I didn't do anything...really?
REALLY?
Her eyes focused on Tim's face. He was stroking her hair. "Back with us?" he asked, his voice far more normal now.
"Why...why did you do this?"
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}told me your needs have been shamefully neglected. I wanted to help." God... why does that make me furious... AND turn me on so much?
"I... I've made a big mistake... I'm supposed to be getting married in four months."
"That hasn't changed, Beth."
"But..."
"You need something your fiancee can't...or won't...or just isn't, giving you." His tone faded back into a dominant one. "You are a wayward, willful, sexually wild little girl who needs correction, and domination. Tell me the truth... don't you really want this?" His eyes dared her to tell him he was wrong.