Page 55 of Pretty Vengeance

Her shoulders move forward as if they can ease the pinch. Her right hand rises to a clamp but before her fingers can touch the screw, I push it away.

“Don’t touch what doesn’t belong to you.” Running my fingertip along the undersurface of one heavy breast, I emphasize the point. “Your body is mine, not yours.”

I lick her nipple and then blow on it, knowing that’s little relief. If she wants to stop me, she’ll have to use her safeword, and from the restless shifting of her hips, I doubt she’ll do that before I make her come. Even without the restraints, she’s trapped, and I think she’s starting to realize it.

Her teeth sink into her lower lip, biting down as if to help distract from the erotic discomfort between her legs.

Leaning closer, I whisper, “Your body gives you away, Sauce. It won’t be long before you’re so far gone, you’d let me bend you over a table in a crowded room, pull your knickers down and fuck you raw amid the cheering.”

The noise of her unsteady breathing fills the air, but she shakes her head.

Reaching between her legs, I cup her pussy and rub the heel of my hand over her clit. “You would, yeah. We both know the way your pussy aches for my cock. I could convince you.”

Her pupils are dilated to the size of saucers. Sawyer may wish she didn't want to play the whore for me, but she does.

“Get on your knees, little girl.”

She remains rigid, seemingly begging me to punish her. Brushing my lips over the shell of her ear, I tease her clit with my fingers.

“If you want me to make you come, you’d better behave.”

“I want to have sex right now.” Sawyer licks her lips. “And play after.”

“Not happening. On your knees, or I’ll tease you and leave you on the brink all night.”

Her tone is vicious as she lowers herself. “I hate you.”

“Not as much as you will.” My voice teases in the way that under other circumstances might invoke a junk punch. Turning serious again, I say, “Take out my cock and suck it like a good girl.”

Her frustrated whine makes me smile. Her mouth is not where she wants me, but she nevertheless unzips my jeans and frees my dick. Swallowing hard, she leans forward and opens her pretty mouth.

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SAWYER

It’simpossible to understand why arousal burns inside me at the sight of his erection. Sucking him off isn’t going to satisfy my needs, and yet, I’m hungry to get him in my mouth. With every move, the painful throb in my nipples grows stronger. I desperately want him to remove the pincers and replace them with his mouth.

I moisten my lips and then take his cock’s smooth head between them. Enjoying the texture, I swirl my tongue over it before pushing my face forward. His blazing hot shaft fills my mouth and I trace the length of him, finding the ridges made by his veins.

“Mmm.” With deep pleasure in his voice, he says, “Just like that.”

I worship his cock as his hand slides into my hair and strokes my scalp in silent encouragement.

It doesn’t take long for his grip to tighten on my hair. His thrusts take on a driving rhythm. Hollowing my cheeks, I concentrate on stroking him as he enters and pulls back.

“Fuck, that’s good.” Plunging deep, he chokes me on his cock until my eyes water and my vision blurs.

When he pulls back, I gasp for breath. A second later, he repeats the move. Soon, he’s fucking my throat so deeply all I can do is concentrate on catching my breath in between his thrusts.

He sets a punishing pace, and my eyes water from the strain. My fingers grip his calves, squeezing as I start to become dizzy. And through it all, my pussy clenches like a fist. I am desperate to have him fuck me like a goddamned beast.

Without warning, he pulls me off his cock and sets me back on my heels. I drop onto my palms so the top of my head brushes his sac. For several long moments, my breathing is so harsh I can’t hear anything else.

His hand under my chin pulls me up, so I’m kneeling with my butt on my heels. “Well done, Sauce.” Exhaling audibly, he strokes my lower lip with his thumb. “Go lie on the bed.”

Thank God.

I want him to hurry but resist the urge to say so. Rushing him isn’t really in my best interest. From the other nights I’ve had sex with him, I know when I let go and lean into the loss of control, something incredible happens.