Page 15 of Dangerous Games

She moans in response, and I kn0w then that she’s going to be trouble. But damn if I don’t love a good challenge.

Her muscles clench around me as I continue my slow pace. I revel in the feeling of her warm body against mine, savoring the sweet torture of teasing her. Her back arches as she tries to push back into my thrusts, but I hold her hips firmly in place.

"You want it harder?" I growl, my voice thick with lust.

"Yes," she gasps, and she clenches. It sends a shockwave through my body. I give in to her plea, increasing the force and speed of my movements. Her body jolts with every thrust, her moans growing louder and more urgent. I reach around and slip a finger inside her, syncing it with the rhythm of my thrusts. She cries out in pleasure as I hit that spot inside her that drives her wild.

"That's it," I whisper, my own release just within reach. "Come for me." Her whimpers grow more intense. I feel her hand as she massages her clit, competing with my ministrations. She likes it in both holes at once. That’s hot. "You're mine," I growl into her ear. "Say it."

"I'm yours" she pants, and I push her fingers away from her clit as I straighten.

"Louder." I fuck her harder and faster. She gets louder with each word, until she's screaming, "I'm yours, I'm yours" over and over again. Her body is shaking with pleasure, and I know it won't be long for me. Her sopping wet pussy almost feels like heaven on earth against my cock.

Her noises are spilling over into the quiet apartment complex, but neither of us care. Her orgasm is coming, and I can feel my own building up. Her walls clench around me as I slap her ass again, watching it redden more as she cries out. Even through the pain, she still wants more of me. She mistakes my pause as hesitation, so she reaches back behind herself to grab my dick and pull it toward her dripping hole, rubbing it up and down the slit until the precum makes it easier to slide into her entrance than anything else would. It takes me a moment before I regain control over myself, but then I'm ramming against her ass cheeks forcing myself deeper inside of Nanette than ever before. Her cries of delight fill the hallway as we fuck with abandon.

I reach under her and decide her clit is mine this morning. I tease, flick and pull it until she's begging me to stop. I don't know if I could; this feels too good. Her legs begin to shake, but I don't give her a chance to rest as I continue my onslaught of her softness, filling the nooks and crannies until she's grinding back against me wanting more.

“Oh God!" she screams, and I know that she's right on the edge of another orgasm. I go faster, fucking her faster until she is almost there.

"You're so close," I whisper in her ear, and then I bite down on it, hard. That's what sends her over the edge, and she moans as her climax overtakes her body, causing her to shake and tremble in ecstasy. I push into her once more, deep and hard, and she comes undone with a low cry.

She suddenly stiffens and cries out as another orgasm shatters through her body. Her thick muscles clamp down on my dick like a vice grip, milking my cock for all it's worth. With one final thrust, I come too. My body shakes with the power of it, my seed shooting inside of her so hard that there is no way for her womb not to take it all in. She moans softly and collapses against the wall as I slide out from behind her. I pull up my pants, watching her shudder on the floor like a puddle I just splashed in. It's intoxicating knowing I did that to her.

She straightens up and fixes her bra, looking a little ragged around the edges like she just went through hell. I reach down and yank her jeans off the rest of the way, her sandals dropping to the floor. She whimpers and tries to fight me, but I am stronger than her. I hand them to her, dangling them from a finger, and she glances at the torn panties on the ground next to her.

"Why did you do that? We're done," she asks, snatching her shoes and panties into her hands. There is a look of disgust on her face, but I can tell there's something hiding behind.

"Because you didn't say thank you," I respond, shrugging slightly.

"What?"

I cross my arms in front of me, daring her to disobey me. She stares at me gritting her teeth. It has to be embarrassing being undressed in a hallway, but what's done is done. "Go ahead and take your panties; you're welcome."

“And you’re an ass,” she says, beginning to put her pants back on.

“No,” I tell her sternly. “Go to your room.”

Her eyes meet mine in a defiant look, but she says nothing. She moves toward the stairs, shoulders hunched over. This is part of the lesson she’s learning, to obey me no matter what, and maybe I get some satisfaction out of watching her walk the hallway half naked with my cum dripping down her thigh. The curve of her ass and the cherry evidence of my hand on her ass cheek bring a smirk to my face. I trail her up the stairs, noticing how she glances around to make sure no one is watching.

“Don’t like being exposed? Don’t want people to see you?” I ask her, and she peers over her shoulder.

“Fuck you.”

“I know who you are, Nanette. I know what you do.”

She swings the door open to her room and slams it as I enter, but I catch it, stopping it from hitting me. She thinks she’s going to get away from me, but she doesn’t know who I am, the lengths to which I will go to make sure she understands I’m in charge. I gently shut the door after entering, then sit in the chair I occupied this morning.

“You know nothing.” She walks straight to the nightstand and collects a few tissues from the box, cleaning the evidence of our sex from her body.

“How many men in this city have you fucked? The governor? The city commissioner?” I watch as she tosses the tissues away and drops the sandals. She carries her jeans to the dresser where she pulls out a pair of clean, not torn, panties.

“My personal life is none of your business, you bastard.”

“Beast, I told you. I prefer it.”

Nanette drops the jeans, bending to put her legs into the panties’ leg holes, but I click my tongue. “No. You’re not dressing now. Sit on the bed.”

“You can’t do this to—”

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