Page 44 of Cursed

“What happened to all that fight, little butterfly?” I taunt. “Where’s the woman who kicked me and ran? The one who swore she’d never submit?”

I pull her back against my chest, changing the angle so I can drive even deeper inside her. My hand is still firm around her throat.

“You love it, don’t you?” I continue. “When I take what I want regardless of your protests. When I force you to come on my cock, on my tongue.”

Her only response is a broken moan as her inner walls flutter around me.

“Tell me you love it,” I demand, slowing my thrusts to an excruciating pace. “Tell me you love it when I don’t stop, even when you say no.”

Her inner walls suddenly clamp down with surprising force as she comes without warning. The unexpected intensity of her orgasm nearly drags me over the edge with her. I grit my teeth, forcing myself to remain composed even as pleasure threatens to overwhelm me.

“Did I give you permission to come?” I growl, stilling my movements inside her. “So naughty, losing control like that.”

She’s still trembling from her climax when I pull out completely. The sudden emptiness makes her whimper.

“For coming without my permission, I’m going to fuck that perfect little ass next.”

Her entire body goes rigid. “No,” she says. “I’ve never—I can’t?—”

“There she is,” I purr, genuine delight coloring my tone. “There’s the fighter I’m looking for.” I run my hand possessivelydown the curve of her spine. “I’m going to fuck your lovely ass while you beg me to stop.”

I reach for a bottle of lube from a nearby table. “Don’t worry, little butterfly. I’ll make sure you enjoy every second of it.”

I squeeze a generous amount onto my fingers, watching the clear liquid drip onto the puckered entrance before me. As I begin to circle the tight ring of muscle, she suddenly lurches forward, attempting to crawl away.

I catch her hips, pulling her back against me. “Stop that,” I command. “Unless you want me to restrain you.”

She looks back at me over her shoulder, eyes narrowed. Despite her fear, there’s a spark of challenge in her eyes that makes my cock throb.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” I ask.

Without waiting for her answer, I stand, lifting her with me. Several feet away stands a padded leather bench with strategically placed restraints. I carry her struggling form to it, positioning her body exactly as I want it—bent forward at the waist, arms extended.

The cuffs close around her wrists and ankles with satisfying clicks, leaving her perfectly displayed and completely at my mercy.

“Stop it, you fucking psycho,” Sadie hisses.

I groan deeply, my cock twitching at her defiance. “I was beginning to think you’d surrendered completely.”

Her wrists strain against the leather cuffs as I pour more lubricant between her cheeks, watching it drip down over her puckered entrance. I slide one finger through the slickness, circling her tight ring with deliberate pressure.

“I said stop,” she demands.

“Your mouth says stop,” I murmur, working my finger deeper, “but your body’s telling another story.” I slide a fingerinside her, stretching her as I establish a slow rhythm. “Look how beautifully you’re taking my finger already.”

She whimpers—a sound caught between protest and pleasure—as I continue my invasion. Once she’s relaxed around my first finger, I withdraw before pressing a second alongside it.

“Breathe through it,” I instruct. “That’s it, little butterfly. Let me in.”

Her body yields, accepting both fingers as I scissor them carefully inside her. The sight of her stretched around my digits is mesmerizing—almost as captivating as the broken sounds escaping her throat.

“You’re doing so well,” I praise, adding more lubricant before working a third finger in. She gasps sharply, her back arching. “Almost ready for me.”

Once she’s taking three fingers with relative ease, I spot what I need on a nearby table—a slender black silicone dildo. I reach for it with my free hand, examining its modest size with approval.

“This will prepare you properly,” I explain, withdrawing my fingers and coating the toy generously. “It’s much smaller than I am, but it’ll help stretch you.”

I position the smooth tip against her entrance, applying steady pressure until her body accepts the intrusion.