Page 15 of Brutal Bond

“Ed—” She attempts to interject my strikes but finds her words cut short with another strike of my palm.

I rub my hand over her pinkened flesh as I slip my fingers beneath the lace of her panties. Gripping the thin string running along her hip, I tug firmly, causing it to tear from the lace and providing me unfettered access to her—completely unlandscaped—cunt. I shove into her as my fingers grip the meaty flesh of her hips. Squeezing hard, I use my grip to help drag her over my cock as I slam into her.

She cries out breathlessly through every one of my thrusts into her, pained yelps spewing from her lips with every strike of my palm. I slap against her crimson-marbled skin again, and her slick cunt quivers around my cock as I groan, “Don’t fight it, Aubrey. You can like it. Like the dirty little whore we both know you are.”

Unable to hold back, she claws at the table and clenches around my cock as she comes. I riddle her ass with handprints as she rides out the last of her euphoria. Her cunt still quivering around me, I grunt through my thrusts, “Fuck. I’m going to cover this perfectly marked ass with my cum.”

She startles beneath me. Momentarily, I contemplate the fact that the part of what we’re doing that repulses her the most is me coming on her—until I see Grant walking through the front door. Aubrey struggles to push herself from the table, but I’m not about to be denied the release I’m so close to after so graciously letting her come.

Gripping her hair, I shove her back against the table. Her face hits the felt and rattles the billiard balls, and I continue to slam my hip as I snarl, “Don’t you fucking dare. You’re going to take my fucking cock until I’m finished. You’re going to let him watch, like the dirty fucking whore you are, as I cover you with my cum. And if he wants to fuck that pretty mouth of yours, you’ll take him down your throat like a good little cum slut.”

“I’ll pass.” Grant catches me by surprise as he takes a seat in a large, upholstered chair.

“But I’m more than open to seeing what a good little whore she is,” he taunts. “Do you like being used? Or do you hate the enjoyment you get from being someone’s whore?”

She fucking hates it.

For as long as I’ve waited to fuck her, this is quite a lackluster fuck.

Pressing a palm to her back and holding her on the table, her face rubs against the felt as I continue to pound into her. “Eyes on Grant,” I growl. “Give him the pleasure of watching your loathing, self-disgust for enjoying how I treat you.”

Staring at Grant, with tears welling in her eyes, she takes every brutal thrust of my cock until I force her to come for me again. Quickly pulling from her, I take matters into my own hands and vigorously fist my cock. Closing my eyes, that feisty redhead flashes through my thoughts, and I groan as my cum splatters across Aubrey’s ass.

My hand smacks her tender ass, and I smear my seed over her skin before using the remnants of her panties to clean up before tucking myself back into my pants and pulling her skirt back over her hips. Handing her shirt from the floor, I send her to get herself together and meet some clients who are arriving in a few minutes.

“Sweetheart,” I call after her, “If you want more of my cock or miss my sting on your ass, you know where to find me.”

She won’t.

And that’s fine.

CHAPTER

TWELVE

HARPER

There’s a knock at the front door to our apartment, and a moment later, Nikki shouts, “Harp, it’s for you.”

Taking my time walking from my room, I’m surprised to find her standing at the island with a small red box in her hand.

“I’m not expecting anything.” I shake my head as I take the surprisingly hefty box from her.

“I kind of think that’s the point,” she chuckles.

I lift the tag dangling from the perfectly tied black bow and read it out loud.

For your perfectly-marked perky little ass.

If you need help rubbing it in, give me a call.

-E

“Well, at least you know the box is way too small for it to be a dildo,” she snickers.

I mean, I guess she’s right.

After placing it on the counter, I pull the satin bow, and ribbons pool around the box. Lifting the lid, I find a cute little apothecary jar. I take it out and read the label: Arnica Cream and put it on the counter.

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