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“Say it.”

“Say… what?” I dared to look up into his eyes, but couldn’t. His mouth had my eyes fixated on it, so I couldn't.

“That you need it rough. That you want me to take away your options and force your hand. Say that you’ll be my beautiful slut and that when this is over, you’ll be a better version of yourself.”

I swallowed again, and the door seemed safer. Exiting through it was the only option that would allow me to go back to how things were before I contacted Dr. Cushions. It also was a death sentence for my bravado and any chance of moving forward.

“I need it rough.” I sighed, not remembering anything else that he said. Instead, I added my twist. “I want to feel owned and treasured in a way that removes the doubts and fears. Rough… It’s the ability to follow your most primal needs and when it’s over, there are no regrets. Just bliss. But then,” I made sure that I was ready to say what I had to because if he was truly the man he’d claimed to be. He’d knock me on my ass for sure. “Then I need him–you to soothe the vulnerability so it doesn’t feel so damn dirty.” I sighed.

“Dirty is the only way to be, though. There won’t be any soothing of what we’ve done. I’m not here to make that go away for you. Instead, I want you to embrace it. Feel that energy and blossom.”

His fingertips skated across the tops of my breasts until they dipped between them in my low-cut dress. Then he moved themup over my chest until his hand snaked around my throat. My breathing was erratic and my chest rose and fell heavier than before. When his hold tightened, I licked my lips in appreciation and a moan slipped free.

“The real question is, how much can you handle?” His hand squeezes and my pulse quickened. Before I could object, his free hand was up my dress and inside my panties. He stroked my clit like he had a right to.

I pushed him away forcefully, and though he took a step back, he didn’t waver. He was back on me, quickly kissing the space beneath my ear.

“Show me what you’ve got.” He said with the side of his face pressed against mine.

My adrenaline spiked, and I fought him off me while his hands caressed my skin. I didn’t fear that he was trying to hurt me. Instead, it felt like a game that I needed to win. When his fingers pressed into my thighs, I moaned deep in my throat. The sharp pain of his nails biting into my skin had my body shaken and ready for more. I wanted to kiss him, convince him with my lips to give me more of what he was doing. But he’d told me to show him what I was capable of. It was time to show him. I shoved him hard, giving me a bit of space, and when he growled at me as he advanced again, I shrieked and my instincts took over. I moved my hand, smacking him across the face, and then I jumped up at him.

His eyes flared, and he caught me. Then he spun me around and the next thing I knew, he pressed me against the bed with my arm anchored in a holding position behind my back. The other was underneath me, pinned in place. I panted, out of breath, and feeling defeated momentarily. I’d given him a run for his money because he, too, was panting.

“Shit, girl.” He pulled my panties over my ass and I closed my eyes to hide the humiliation I was feeling. He hissed before hisfingers spread my vaginal lips. “Fuck, you really are a beautiful slut. She’s so wet for me. Pretty … Look at her…” He didn’t explore or touch me any more than spreading them so he could get a better view. “You do like it rough, don’t you, baby?”

I whimpered because of the combination of the tussle, the way he talked to me, and how exposed he’d made me feel was pulling at my reserve. I’d masturbated before I came so I wasn’t humping his leg, but this… sigh…

“Yes, Sir.”

“And you’ve got manners. Let’s see what else you’re into.” He let go of my arm and used both of his hands to spread the cheeks of my butt. His hands held a spot that exposed the puckered hole of my butt, but also how wet I was.

I felt something drip down and over the entire area. Warm at first, then it cooled as it traveled. Again, I felt it, and when I looked over my shoulder, I saw the strands of saliva dripping from his lips. Nasty … I closed my eyes, and he did it again. But if it was so bad, why was I aroused by it?

He let go, and the wetness lingered, making me feel dirty and used. Something I enjoyed. His hands clapped against my ass, then he massaged through the pain. Five more times of that and I was moving against the bed. He gripped my thighs hard, and I bucked, needing to be filled and fucked.

“You’re Lauren, right?” He asked.

“Yes, Sir.”

“I’m Salt. Nice to meet you.” He kissed over the globes of my butt and sucked along each of them.

“Finally?” I asked when I could breathe.

“Yeah, you came in here being somebody that you’re not. Now, you’re lying here being exactly who we both need you to be. You.” Salt trailed his tongue up my spine and nipped the back of my neck, covering me with his body. “Now we can negotiate.”

I moaned and closed my eyes again. Not safe. “I don’t think that’s wise. I’d agree to anything right now.”

“That’s exactly why it’s the best time to do so.” I felt something cold and metal on my thighs before a swift motion from his hand cut away the material. He switched hands and did the same on the other side.

“I could have taken those off,” I whispered.

“What fun would that have been for me?”

I felt the blade along my hip and thigh before he moved up to my side, moving toward my stomach. He wasn’t breaking the skin, but … I trembled in fear. The excitement wasn’t too far away.

“Good girl.” He said, as his tongue traced the outer shell of my ear.

As I turned my head toward him, I felt surprised at how relaxed I was with Salt while he slid to my right side, uncovering me, but his hand never left my body.

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