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“I got an idea. Why don’t we bring the bitch in here and have a little conversation with her, find out what she knows?” One Eye asks.

I glare at him across the top of my clenched fists. “She’s not up to talkin’.”

“Go get her,” Prez growls.

“Prez—”

“Either you go get the bitch or I will, and trust me, she’d probably like that a lot less. We need to find out exactly what we’re up against with this cop. I want to know everything about these two fuckers. I wanna know who they are, what they were doing with her, and what they fuckin’ ate for breakfast that morning. You find out what she knows, and you find out fast. Or I’ll find a way to make her talk.”

I leave the room, cursing Tank for making me bring this to the club. Down the hall I run into Ivy who averts her gaze and attempts to walk right past me. I spin around, grabbing her arm and yanking her into me.

She glares up at my face, attempting to wrench herself free. “Ow. Let go of me.”

“You don’t even say hello to me anymore?”

“Hello,” she snaps in a tone I’ve never heard her take before.

“What the fuck, Ivy?”

“Let me go, Daniel.”

“Daniel?” I question. She’s never called me that before either. “You fuckin’ high, bitch?”

“No, I’m stone-cold sober, and finally seeing things clearly.”

“What the fuck does that mean?” I let go of her arm and grasp her chin between my thumb and forefinger. “What are you playing at, babe?”

“I’m not playing at anything. In fact, I’m not your plaything at all anymore.”

My mouth twists into a crooked smile and I can tell by the way her breath catches that we both know what she’s saying is not true. “That so?”

“Yeah, that’s so.” She licks her lips, and I can’t help myself. I back her into the wall and slam my mouth down on hers. I’m met with no resistance. How could she resist when I’m giving her everything she needs? The submission, the dominance, the animal need to fuck, the pain that stokes all her greatest and worst fantasies. I can give her all these things like no one else can, and she knows it, she craves it. It’s written all over her face.

I shove my hands beneath her skirt, spreading her legs apart and grinning when I find her completely bare. I delve between her smooth, lush lips. Bitch is wet, but then I can’t remember a time when she wasn’t. I sink three fingers into her at once, without any preparation, and her breath leaves her in a rush.

“Then how come you’re soaking wet for me, darlin’?”

I rub my fingers against the sweet spot inside her, the one that forces her legs to shudder and threaten to give out beneath her. She fists her hands in my shirt as I nip her earlobe and kiss my way down her throat and then I slide my hands free and suck my fingers clean, tasting her juices, savouring her flavour on my tongue. Ivy’s pupils are huge, her eyes glazed with the need to fuck. I dig my hands into her hip and spin her around. Grasping the nape of her neck I shove her up against the wall, her cheek pressed to the peeling wallpaper, her arse tilted at an angle that’s perfect for entry. She’s wearing one of those tight Lycra skirts that clings to every inch of her perfect body and I slide it up and over her cheeks, revealing smooth white flesh. I bring my hand down upon her arse, relishing the sound of the slap, the red handprint it leaves behind.

“You’ve been a very naughty girl, Ivy. Are you ready for me to punish you?”

“Yes, oh god yes.”

“Yes what?” I snap, squeezing the nape of her neck hard enough to feel the bony protrusions of her vertebrae.

“Yes, Daddy. Punish me. Please?”

I smile and let go of her neck, snagging a fistful of her hair instead and yanking it back until her spine creates a perfect arch of submission. With my free hand I release my cock and position the head at the glistening entrance to her beautiful, pink cunt.

I drive into her, savouring the resistance her swollen, slick pussy gives me when I shove inside to the hilt. She’s tight, too tight. Her cunt has a death grip on my dick. She squeezes me and I almost come undone. That earns her a slap to the arse. “You trying to switch rolls, baby?”

“No,” she moans.

I slide my hand over her hip, down her abdomen, and I part her lips, gaining access to her swollen clit. I circle it once and then pinch hard, much harder than I normally would. Ivy cries out; it’s a sound half of pain, and half of pleasure. I thrust upward, letting go of her hair and wrenching her arms behind her back, jerking her whole body with the brutality with which I take her. Within seconds her legs are trembling again and I feel the first wave of orgasm clenching her muscles around me.

I pull almost completely out as her cunt milks my cock, but I won’t fall over the edge. I won’t give her that satisfaction. Releasing her arms, I wrap mine around her waist, pulling her close to me, and guiding my cock back inside her slick pussy. I snake my hand up her throat, shoving it back at an angle that allows me to see her face. “Let’s get something straight here, baby doll. I can have you anytime, any way I want to, and there’s not a goddamn thing you can do about it. You submit to me, not the other way around.”

She tries to nod against my firm grasp, the bones in her throat straining against my calloused fingers, and closes her eyes as the tears roll down her face. Her cunt tightens around me and suddenly the position I have her in isn’t close enough, I don’t have enough leverage. I don’t have enough power.

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