Page 42 of Enslaved

My expensive Italian loafers pounded on the hot pavement, I extended my hand, snagging her around the waist. We were both panting, breathing hard, I pressed my mouth to her ear, let her feel my monster of a cock straining against my pants as my arms tightened around her waist, drawing her back against me. “You like this don’t you? The thrill of getting caught?”

My tongue swirled down the beating pulse in her neck, eyes drawn to her pointy nipples, visible through her cheap tank top.

“Give yourself to me. Let go and just stop fighting what years of your culture has brainwashed you into believing.”

“And what is that?” She panted.

“That it makes a woman a slut for wanting this.” I grabbed my throbbing dick. “That is makes her a whore to want a thick cock stretching every hole until it’s full of a man’s seed. Let me. Let me make you my dirty whore. Will you whore for me, sweet dove? Let me watch as you touch yourself while moaning my name? Would you let another man rub that needy little clit while another sucked on these sweet tits? Maybe even let a woman’s soft flesh press against yours? Two needy cunts, giving each other pleasure as I watch?” I asked, moving my hands up to pluck the tiny buds, rolling them between my fingers.”

“Ah,” she cried as my pinch became hard.

“Never mind. I don’t need an answer. You’ll do it all—exactly how I say.”

She was silent, still in my arms and I almost heard the churning of the thoughts in her head. “I saw my file.”

“I know.”

“Do you own the bank that holds my parents’ mortgage?”

“So, what if I do?” I shrugged. “It has nothing to do with this.” My hand suddenly left her nipples and dove straight past the waistband of her running shorts. I hissed, feeling her burning silk folds, fingers sliding through them circling her clit before curving to enter her, wiggling back and forth. It was a lover’s caress; a tease…a flash of pleasure before I brought the pain. One hand wrapped around her waist like a vise as the hand buried in her pussy took it prisoner. I grabbed that clit hard. Pressed as if I was trying to crush it. She cried, and I pressed harder. “Make another sound, and I’ll make it hurt more.”

She whimpered as I lessened my hold on her bud only to begin fingering her behind a parked van, in broad daylight.

“Are you going to walk down the dock and board my boat or do you need more persuading?” I asked sweetly, swirling my fingers lightly through her folds, knowing the sweet caress was just behind the searing pain signals traveling through her central nervous system until they reached her brain.

“You won’t break me,” she finally replied.

“You please me, little dove. More than anyone else ever has, and we’ve only just begun.” I withdrew my hand, twisted her around and captured her lips. My tongue coaxed hers until my kiss became demanding. I was telling her everything I wanted with one brutal kiss. I would be sweet, I’d be hard, and I’d always be her master.

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