Page 59 of Twisted Play

“Are you my filthy little slut?”

“Yes!” I cried. “I’m a slut, and I need you to let me come, please!”

“Whose slut?” He frowned.

“Yours,” I said, swallowing the sob that threatened to escape when I acquiesced.

Cole groaned and leaned forward, pressing his forehead against mine, as if I were torturing him like he tortured me. “Such a good girl, begging me to let you come in the hallway when anyone could walk by, just like I asked you to.”

“Yes, yes, yes,” I chanted as he increased the speed of his thrusts. My hips met his hand as he fucked me roughly and finally,finallygave me the pressure I needed.

“Such a good little fucktoy, brainless and stupid, willing to do anything if her owner would only let her come,” he said into my cheek. “Aren’t you?”

A tear trickled down my cheek at his cruelty. How could he make me feel so good and be so mean at the same time?

I turned my face away from him, determined to hide my hurt.

When I didn’t answer, he slowed his rhythm. “Sparrow?”He narrowed his eyes after a long, silent moment. “Look at me,” he growled.

Slowly, I obeyed his command, embarrassed by my tears, how his words hurt me far more than the fact that he was finger fucking me in the goddamned hallway.

Cole searched my eyes. He must not have liked what he found, because he cupped my cheek, his gentle touch a contrast from the roughness of his earlier fucking. “Sweet sparrow, you’re so pretty out here in the hallway, terrified and betrayed by your body, hating me. You’re going to be so gorgeous when you come. I love seeing you lose control, like it’s part of you only I get to see.”

His words slithered into my chest where they took root, blooming like a field of wildflowers and wiping out his earlier cruelty. Cole slid his fingers in and out of me roughly, one hand stroking my cheekbone, the other ratcheting up my pleasure until I thought I might explode with it.

“You’re not brainless. You’re not stupid. You’re so fucking smart and too fucking good for me, and it blows my mind that I’m standing here with my fingers in your pussy, and you’re begging me for anything at all.”

I gasped, my eyes flying to his as he murmured praise against my cheek. “That’s all you want, isn’t it? To fall apart on my fingers? To show me how beautiful you are when you come?”

“Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes,” I chanted, his words melting my resistance. “Cole, please!”

He twisted his hand inside me, and I exploded, black clouding the edges of my vision as bliss rocketed through me, a rolling wave of pleasure that left me gasping as Cole worked me through it, drawing out the pleasure as I collapsed against him, my legs no longer able to hold me.

Cole held me up, wrapping his arms around my waist asI leaned on him, then sweeping me up into his arms when it became clear I couldn’t stand on my own.

I couldn’t form a coherent thought, instead turning into the warm reassurance of his chest, clutching my fingers in his shirt as I stared straight ahead, unable to grasp what he’d just done to me.

He kicked the door to the locker room open and deposited me onto a bench. “Sparrow?”

I didn’t respond. I couldn’t. I was floating in black space, barely aware of my surroundings, blissed out and terrified of how little I gave a fuck about anything.

“Shit,” I heard him say. “Sparrow, open.”

He pulled on my hair until I tilted my head back, and then he tugged my jaw open until my lips wrapped around the nozzle at the top of a plastic bottle.

“Drink.”

As the sweet sugary sports drink hit my tongue, I slowly floated back down to myself, realizing with horror where I was and what I’d done.

I’d have scrambled away from Cole, but he sat beside me with one arm around my waist and the other holding a sports drink to my lips.

“Just drink,” he murmured. “You can knee me in the balls once you’ve come back down.”

I would, I promised myself. As soon as my entire body stopped shaking. As soon as I could forget the mind-blowing orgasm he’d just given me. As soon as I could think again.

Any moment now.

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