Page 48 of Cruel Possession

Earlier wasn’t enough.

Instead, I finish my champagne, the soft music playing in the background slow and sensual.

She stops at the edge of the bed and looks over her shoulder at me.

“Well?” She cocks an eyebrow. “Is this all you wanted? Because if it is, I think you’re starting to lose your touch.”

I open the chest of toys sitting in front of the bar, pulling out one of the spreader bars.

Her eyes widen, the corner of her mouth curling. “Is that all you’ve got?”

“It’s what we’re starting with, so be a good girl for me and spread your legs.”

She takes a tiny step apart, her feet nowhere near distanced enough for me to fit the bar between them.

I sigh, and she shuffles her feet to either side, still not giving me enough room to work.

Zoe is toeing the edge of my patience, and she knows it, but there’s nothing more exciting than a chance to bend her over and teach her a lesson.

“Last chance.”

She steps closer together, her shoulders shaking with silent laughter.

I pace across the room, grabbing her hair and pulling her head back to have her eyes meet mine.

She gives a sharp inhale before her teeth sink into her bottom lip. Lust floods her vision as I kick her feet apart.

“You’re going to stand there and let me restrain you like a good little slut.”

“Am I?”

I pull on her hair harder. “If you want to orgasm at any point tonight, yes. However, if you’d like a repeat of those blue balls, keep pushing me.”

She pushes her ass back into me with an amused little smirk.

I push her forward onto the bed, watching as she rolls onto her back, her legs falling apart.

Crouching down in front of her, I attach the bar to her legs, kissing my way back up, sucking on the sensitive skin of her inner thighs until she sits up, her fingers sinking into my hair.

As I shove the skirt of her dress up, revealing her glistening pussy, I ache for her. It’s only going to be a quick session tonight before I take her home, and I wish we had more time. All the time in the world.

Fuck. I need her like a starving man needs food.

My tongue slides along her pussy, catching every drop of her arousal.

I tease her clit, flicking it over and over again, hands sliding beneath her hips to lift up her ass just a little, the bar pressing against my thighs with the movement.

She wiggles, trying to get more comfortable, but her moans quickly fill the room. Zoe fists the sheets, writhing and grinding against my face as my fingers enter her.

I press them hard, massaging her inner walls with every thrust, and her body starts to shake. As I suck on her clit hard, fingers diving deeper than before, she comes.

I keep teasing her, playing with her pussy until her legs stop shaking and her body slumps to the bed.

And then she gets up the best she can before sinking to her knees in front of me.

I shed the shirt as she reaches for my belt buckle, undoing it with deft fingers.

“Such a good little slut, wanting to suck my cock.” I sink my hands into her hair, pulling it back from her face as she rips away the rest of my clothing.