Page 116 of The Final Contract

She rises slow, peeling herself bare. Heat flushes her throat, her chest, her thighs. I slide my knife free, press the flat of the blade to her slit. It comes away slick.

“Already drooling for me, you filthy little slut.” I lick the metal clean, tasting her, then grip her throat and kiss her hard as I walk her backward down the hall.

“Lay on the bed. Head off the edge.”

She obeys, throat a pale vulnerable line over the mattress. I strip, cock heavy above her lips.

“You want it, don’t you?”

“Yes.”

“You want me to fuck your mouth—own your throat.”

Her swallow is audible. “Yes.”

“Then beg.”

Her fingers stroke my length, wet from her pussy. “Please, sir. Feed me your cock.”

Sir.Goddamn. That one word snaps chains off me.

“That’s my girl.”

I slide deep, hitting the back of her throat. She gags, hands flying to my thighs. I hold her there just a beat. “Breathe through your nose.” I ease out, then drive back in, teaching her rhythm, praising between thrusts.

When she steadies, I lean down, tongue lapping her clit. I fuck her mouth while I eat her pussy, greedy for every sound she makes. Her orgasm floods my tongue, her throat spasming around my cock. I groan, haul her up, kiss her deep—her release still wet on both our mouths.

“On all fours.”

She goes, ass high, wrists sinking into the sheets. I cuff her ankles to the footboard, spreading her wide.

“Spread like a good whore.”

She trembles but obeys. I murmur against her ear, “If your leg hurts, you tell me. Promise me, angel.”

“I promise, sir.”

Good girl.

I slick my fingers, press into her ass—one, then two, then three, stretching her slow. She moans into the sheets, drool wetting the pillow.

I slap her pussy lightly with a thick dildo. “Suck it.”

She takes it deep, gagging, eyes watering as I finger her ass open. When I pull the toy free, I grind it over her clit. “Ask for it.”

“Please, sir,” she sobs. “Stuff me full. Use everything.”

“Atta girl.”

I push my cock into her ass, slow but relentless, while I slide the toy into her pussy. She’s filled everywhere, obscene andperfect. I pound her, cock and silicone working in tandem, until she breaks apart screaming, squirting all over the sheets.

I don’t stop until I’m spilling in her ass, snarling her name.

But I’m not done.

I unclip an ankle, flip her onto her back, hook her good leg high and slide into her cunt in one savage stroke.

“Yes, sir—fuck me,” she cries out, back arching.