Page 82 of Sold to Her Enemy

The pink flush that crawls up her cleavage to her neck is divine. The way she tries to keep her body restrained is making me wild.

I want to go over there and shake her, but I want this from her, this forced submission, and dammit, she’s going to give it to me.

“More, Mckenna. You’re going too slow. You’ve stopped sliding the dildo in and out of your hole, and your fingers are barely touching your clit.”

“It’s sensitive.”

“Sensitive and hungry and swollen, yes. Play with it. Show me how needy and submissive you are. Fuck yourself harder, Mckenna,” I put as much steely command in my voice as I could and shift, adjusting my hardening cock.

Her fingers move from her labia to her clit. She slumps against the pillow as she touches her swollen bud, the pleasure so intense it’s edging on pain. Like she has all the time in the world. She’s dragging the dildo in and out.

“I said harder. Now. Don’t make me do it for you. You won’t like it.”

“Yes Sir!” Her motion increases; she bites down hard on her lip, and the dildo is shiny with her juices; her hand slides off the base as she grabs it.

“Hellion, look at me.”

A startled cry rips from her throat. She twists away as if she can escape me.

I stand and take a half step near the bed.

“Look. At. Me.”

“I can’t.”

“Yes, you can. Look at me, Mckenna or safeword.”

I wait, wondering what she is going to choose. If she safewords, it ends between us, and the angst won’t have its resolution.

She also won’t get any orgasms. If she submits to me, that’ll tell me a lot, but I try to play it casually, like I don’t know which option she chooses.

Her lips quiver and I want to soothe her by putting a hand on her cheek, but I shove my hands in my pockets to keep from going over there.

When her eyes open, her green orbs find mine, blazing with desire, a smudge of fear, and a bit of hate.

It’s a sizzling look that has my cock pulsing against the zipper of my pants.

“Good girl.” I can’t help but praise her.

But that seems to motivate her because she’s grabbing the dildo, and she’s jamming it into her hole, in and out, in and out.

Her moans are guttural. Her noises are so loud that the room vibrates. I can’t get enough. I want more from her.

“You are so desperate you’re fucking yourself on a fake cock. To think of all the times you could have had my cock, and you refused. Now you’re a greedy slut who is under my control and is fucking yourself on the dildo because I told you to. Isn’t that right?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Who is a greedy slut?”

She hisses in a breath, her thumb circles her clit. “I am, Sir.”

“Yes, you are. If you can make yourself come, do it now. Or you’re going to have to until I’m satisfied and your other holes are stuffed.”

Mckenna thrashes against the pillows. The fake cock slides into her opening, and she closes her legs.

“Keep those legs open. I want to see that greedy pussy being filled. I want to see you as you fuck yourself hard on that dildo. Give me what I want, Mckenna.”

“Sir! I hate you!” She throws out the words, but her fingers rub her clit, her other hand jerking the dildo in and out of her opening.

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