Unfinished Business

Mona deserved it. For how she played the rest of the Islanders. For playing with Tom and Mike’s feelings. For eliminating Rachel. Oh, and by the way… Paige and Jenna were probably getting ready for the night and taking their off their makeup. Not that you had anything to feel guilty for, of course. Mona was asking for it and you were punishing her. This wasn’t an act of love or affection. This was justice.

On impulse, you take out your phone and add Mona to the Relationship Party. It didn’t mean anything of course. All you want was some insurance in case something DID happen. Plus, keeping Mona around would mean you would have a player on the board to help Jenna and Paige stay on the island. You were doing this for them.

Letting out a deep breath, you opened the door to the downstair’s bathroom and went inside. Mona was standing there and waiting expectantly with her usual mischievous smile.

“Are you playing with me right now?” You ask Mona.

“What do you mean?” Mona says ever so sweetly.

“My feelings. Is this a game?” You were unsure. Trust issues with Mona still were there with Mona.

“I am. I’m playing with you right now. You’re like my little toy, and I want to turn your crank and watch you go,” Mona says, seductively twirling her brown hair with her fingers.

“I don’t think that’s really nice…” Your voice rasps.

“Oh? What are you going to do about it?” Mona raises her eyebrows.

Her body flows with yours as you drag her to the sink and bend her body over. Your strong hands grab her hair and push her down, and her lip curls into an expectant smile as you bend her down, and her ass pushes forward towards you.

21:29 – Mona’s lust has increased by 10 – She is excited by this situation

21:29 – Mona’s lust is in overdrive

“I don’t know if I should really do this Mona,” Your voice dense and firm, and your hands grip her hair tighter, pushing her head back up, “Is it really a punishment if you want this so badly?”

“You’re a fucking jerk. Let me go,” Mona says, her acting was convincing, but there was no enthusiasm or sincerity in her empty words. Her ass kept moving towards you and pushing up and out at you, waiting for it.

From the back of her knees, your hand moved up towards her backside and ghost her skin, which sent a quiver in her legs and goose pimples form on her flesh. Mona was wearing a frilly skirt over her bikini, and you hike it as your hands made their way up. You hunch over her and your body shadows her and your hand swung into her, sending a loud SMACK that echos in the bathroom.

“Why are you playing with Mike and Tom like this? You know they have feelings, right?” SMACK. “Do you really care about anything or anyone you naughty bitch?”

SMACK

“Y-you,” her voice breaks, and her hands grip the sink counter, and she winces and closes her eyes, “you don’t fucking know.”

SMACK

“AH,” Mona lets out.

“I know you’re a thief. I know you’re a girl who would do anything to get her way. Like you’re doing right now, aren’t you? You want me to do this to do… don’t you?”

SMACK

Mona nods shakily and lets out another gasp.

SMACK.

Her flesh was crimson, and her face matches it. She nearly tears off her bottom lip with her teeth as she nibbles on it and pants. Her sex and body radiate heat and sexual desire that starts from her curling toes all the way to her fluttering eyelids. She writhes there, bent over that sink, and her ass shrinks away from you as she embraces another SMACK and then comes back forward to you wanting more.

Two fingers line up where her asscheeks met and slide their way down her panties. Mona’s back arches at this and the two fingers trace down the line and graze her wet bikini bottom. The fingers move by themselves and they part her panties and gently trace her labia. Her sex was soaked, and the fingers that trace her parts became covered in wetness as they tease her. Your palms trace circles around her asscheeks, soothing her pained flesh but not providing her any relief for her inner desire.

“P-put it in, please,” Mona cries. “Put it in.”

“You think that spanking was your punishment? I’m going to keep you here wet as a fucking fish, and you’re just going to have live with that.”

“Please,” Mona cries.

The mirror she watches shows you tasting your wet two fingers move down and reach for your waist. You were going to do it. If you had notifications on yourself, you would probably be in overdrive. Her helpless small body, splayed in front of you and urging you to penetrate her. It sent you wild.

A knock rang on the door, and you could hear a male voice say, “Yo! That you, Matt? Bro, I got to take a huge one, man. Let me in. I can’t go anywhere else.”

It was Rick. Fucking hell. Mona bolts right up and straightens out her hair and skirt.

You whisper to her, “He can’t find out you and I are in here together, or I’m in deep shit with Paige and Jenna.”

Mona looks at you with a smile, implying it wasn’t her problem. She sighs and opens the sink cupboards and clears out some linens and towels, and you place it on top of the sink. Her small body fits inside, and you say, “Thanks.”

After opening the door and letting Rick, who has a **** look on his face, you clear out and pray Rick doesn’t open the cupboards.

Later, when you walk to the upstairs bathroom to brush your teeth and get ready to go to bed, you see a notification.

21:44 – Mona’s lust has decreased by 70 – She has to listen in to Rick’s unfortunate bathroom experience

You’ll make it up to her later.