Page 62 of Ever After
I straddle his waist and rest my hands on his chest. “So, how did Sarah manage to stay with you? How come she didn’t run, or wasn’t sold?”
“She was sold; Marco bought her. He trained her, and they fell in love.” He shrugs like this conversation is completely normal. “Who am I to stand in the way of love?”
He holds my hips and rocks me back and forth over him.Oh, God, it feels so good.A needy groan escapes before I can continue, trying to keep my need at bay. “How come she never went for help? Never let her family know she was safe?”
He narrows his eyes and tightens his grip on my hips with bruising strength. “What’s with the third degree? Why do you want to know?” I reach down to undo his pants, and he stops me. “Dirty girl. You want to get off, and you’re trying to distract me.” I blush, knowing I’ve been caught. His eyes sparkle, enjoying the torture he’s inflicting on me. “Do you want my cock, Crimson?”
I nod. “Yes, Master. Please.”
I can’t believe I’m even asking.
He lets go of my hands, and I move as quick as I can to pull him free of his confines. I line him up and sink down on him, and my eyes roll to the back of my head as I grip him. I try moving, but he holds me firmly in place.
“You’re not getting off. When you’re close to coming, you will tell me. If you don’t, I’ll beat your ass raw again. And this time I won’t stop. You’re going to be wound so tight you’ll pop in seconds.”
I nod, but I already feel as if I’m going to bust. I’m not sure I’ll be able to stop. He releases my hips, and I move back and forth over him as he allows me to control it for now.
“You would have to ask Sarah why she didn’t let her family know she’s safe. Maybe Marco scared her enough to stop her from it.”
He groans as I tighten around him again. I’m in the beginning stages of an orgasm, so I stop moving, holding myself still. I take a deep breath in and push it out, repeating the actions until the urge passes. He sits up, kissing me hard. “Good girl. Get up, hands and knees. I want you to face the mirror.”
Getting into position, I wait patiently for him. I’m disgusted as to how much my body wants this—craves this. When I hear the pop of a cover, I know exactly what he’s going to do. I will my body to relax, knowing if I fight, he’s going to hurt me. The cool drizzle down my ass is enough to set me afire all over again.
“Remember, Crimson, you’re not allowed to come. I’m using your body formysatisfaction.”
He settles in behind me and pushes into my tight ass. I haven’t had a plug since I left, and it hurts as I stretch around him. I push my breath out, relaxing my muscles as he bottoms out and holds still. He moans and pulls my arms behind me, keeping my chest pressed against the bed as he holds me in place. As he forces me to take everything he gives to me, he pounds into me, taking what he needs. I push back against him, the urge to come too much.
“Please, Master. Please, let me touch myself.”
“No.” He reaches his hand down and rubs my clit enough to drive me crazy, but not enough to come. My hips slam back into him, and I can’t help the moans of ecstasy coming from me. He swells and hardens even more inside me. He’s close, and it’s bringing me even closer to my own release. He slams up and holds still, shooting everything he has into me. I’m shaking and clenching around him, on the precipice of my own orgasm. Then he slides out, leaving me twitching.
Grayson
These people really are sick fucks.I’ve been restrained to a chair looking into Finley’s room all day. I’m surprised I haven’t pulled my shoulders out of socket with the way I’ve been tugging at the ropes. I’ve watched her in every possible situation I can think of, and this is the final straw. Her face contorts in pleasure as Chris finishes with her. She’s panting, sweaty, and shaking. He leaves her alone and walks into the bathroom, slamming the door behind him.
I wonder if she knows I’m here, if she knows I’ve watched everything that’s happened to her today. She looks up, and I’m almost one-hundred percent sure she’s looking right at me. Her gray eyes stare directly into mine. Then she drops her head and starts to cry.
“I’m sorry, Grayson,” she says so quietly I almost don’t hear it.
“Finley!” I scream out, willing her to hear me.
“Grayson, you really have to stop; otherwise, I’m going to have to gag you,” Sarah announces, bringing a tray of food to me. She pulls a chair up and sits down to feed me.
“Sarah, you better hope this plan of yours works. If not, I’m going to hunt you down myself.”
She rolls her eyes at me. “Always one for the dramatics. It’s going to work, trust me. Marco and I have everything under control.”
“When are you going to reach out to the family? Aunt Cindy, Uncle Peter, and John would love to know you’ve been found safe.”
She looks down and picks at the food with a fork. “Did they have a funeral for me?”
I shake my head. “None of them would believe you were dead. They said, without any proof or a body, you were still alive and they were going to keep looking.”
Her features soften. “I really am sorry. I was supposed to be sold, and I thought I was a goner, but Marco’s purchased me instead. He convinced Chris to let me help out with the clerical type of stuff. He wanted to protect me. I recognized your voice the first time you called. I wanted to tell you so bad, but I had to stick to the plan.”
I knew she sounded familiar on the phone.I scrunch my face in confusion, the first part of what she said sinking in. “How could that be protection? He took you against your will, raped you, and then bought you. He’s kept you under his thumb these past few years.”
She shakes her head. “No, it’s not like that. Marco never took me against my will. He was my trainer, but he asked every time for permission. He told me I was different than the others—that he felt something for me.” She smiles shyly. “To be honest, I felt something for him, too. I saw him the night I was inTemptress.We were flirting from across the room.”