Page 92 of House of Cards

Finally, Smith’s gaze drifts down.

Fuck, this is definitely worse. Or…better?

My chest constricts when he grabs his cock and starts stroking it. Before, the bubbles had been covering it, but when he grabs the base of his shaft, it sticks several inches out of the water. I rub myself faster, harder, begging my clit to get on with it so I can come and be done with this shameful display.

“That the best you can do?” He lets out a soft chuckle. “Fucking pathetic.”

My hand starts to shake so badly, I almost lose my rhythm. “Shut up! This is hard enough as it is.”

His face might as well be set in stone, his eyes chipped from the same marble decking the bathroom floor. “Can’t even fuck yourself without shaking like a scared little bitch.”

Jesus, I hate him.

I hate him so much I could cry.

I clamp down on my bottom lip, leaning back on one hand so I can adjust the angle of my hips. Instead of speeding up like I sodesperately want to, I pause to shake out my hand and, close my eyes, try my hardest to pretend Smith isn’t even there.

Which is fucking impossible, of course, but at least my fingers stop trembling.

I describe circles around my clit, stroke down with my thumb, then massage the pads of my fingers over the tingling bundle of nerves.

Slow. Methodical.

Like I’m building a house of cards, and the smallest misstep will knock them down.

And, thank God, it’s working.

My chest grows tighter, my breath hitching, my hips rocking ever so slightly.

Unbidden, the memory of being strapped down to that chair flickers across my mind. I can grumble all I want, but God, staring up at Smith in horror while he titty fucked me was possibly the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my life.

For a second, his mask had dropped. There’d been a look in his eyes. A deep, terrifying hunger. Something I’d expect to see at the zoo, in the eyes of a tiger who’d been trapped in a cage too long. Desperate to escape, to stalk, to sink its teeth into live prey and rip out its throat.

I can’t believe I’m doing this in front of him. I’ve never even fucked with the lights on before. Just how I couldn’t believe I started grinding against his legs last night, either. But there was something about him taking ownership of my body, using it to satisfy himself despite how I fought and struggled, that made me feel…wanted.

The thought that he was so desperate to have me, even when he didn’t dare put his dick in my mouth, made me giddy with power.

A man like him losing control because of a woman like me.

My teeth worry at my bottom lip as pleasure pools between my legs. Even the sting from where Elonzo’s friend had split my lip only stokes the fire in my core.

Fuck, this feels good.

But I need more pressure. I squeeze my thighs together, back arching as my pleasure ramps up.

Smith wedges his foot between my knees, forcing one leg to the side so fast I almost lose my balance on the edge of the tub. I knock him away, glaring, but the fight in me fizzles out when I see how hard he’s gripping his cock, how tight his jaw is, how wild his eyes.

“Don’t make me open you up again,” he grates. His eyes flick down to my pussy. “Now start fucking your cunt, before I do it for you.”

I swipe my fingers over my pussy, biting back a moan when I feel how wet I am. He lets out a low rumble, a quick breath huffing out of him as I slide a finger inside myself.

“That’s it.” He watches my performance unblinking, jerking off almost absently. “Fuck yourself like the desperate little fuck toy you are.”

My eyes slide over his wet skin, taking in every defined plane of his body, his powerful arms, his muscular thighs.

He’s stroking his cock faster, like he’s closer to coming. Like a switch flips in my brain, all I can think about is sinking down on his lap, that cock splitting me open as he forces his way deep, deep inside my core.

Shame transforms into some inexplicable bravado as need spikes through my pussy. I slip another finger in beside the first, pretending it’s his cock, knowing he’d stretch me so much wider, fill me so much deeper than this.