Page 62 of Coercion

I shut my eyes, enjoying the feel of her, the way she’s so devoted to me right now and, as I realise I’m about to explode, I grab her hair, pulling her around, and come into her hastily opened mouth.

If I thought she looked beautiful before, she looks majestic with my come splattered upon her lips. Her tongue pokes out and she licks them enough to tell me she’s enjoying the taste.

For a second, I stay there, waiting till my breath comes back, and then I’m pounding that toy into her, forcing her to give me one more orgasm of her own.

“Oh fuck,” She practically shrieks and I grab her leg to keep her still.

I know she’s close, I know she’s right there and she will give this to me, she will behave exactly as I expect.

“Preston,” She gasps, “God, Preston, I…” She blinks, shuddering, her tits heaving like she’s about to collapse from all the writhing she’s been doing.

“Thank your husband.” I order, as I stare her down. “Thank him for being so kind.”

She kicks out, she jerks, but she’s screaming it anyway. Screaming her thanks, as if I’m a man of mercy, as if I’ve granted her the best damn moment of her life.

As I toss the toy, she lies there in a post-haze stupor and I can’t resist tweaking her hardened nipples.

“Was I good?” She asks, like her sole existence is to please me.

“Perfect,” I say. “More than perfect.”

She blushes, sitting up, and licks her lips once more. “You tasted good,” She says, “I want to do that again, only I want to suck you off properly.”

Like I’d ever refuse such a request.

I smirk, palming my dick, feeling it growing hard once more but as I do, I hear my phone buzz. Not just once but over and over.

She glances at it, then at me. “You should get that.” She says with a hint to her voice.

No, what I should do is finish this, I should grab her by her hair and give her what she’s just asked for.

Only, work calls, duty calls.

Not only will Nico kick my arse if things go wrong but he’ll be more than a little curious as to what kept me away, and I can’t have that. I need to keep up the illusion, keep up the pretence, I might be blurring the lines right now, but I’m not going to do anything that jeopardises whatever this fragile thing between me and Ruby is.

“I’m giving you homework.” I say, as I reluctantly let her go. “I want you to play with yourself while I’m gone, I want you to work out what you like, what gets you off quickest, and when I come back, you’re going to show me everything you’ve learnt.”

She blinks, nodding her head just a little.

“Tell me, Ruby, tell me you’re going to be a good girl for me and do as I ask.”

“I will.” She whispers, almost reluctantly, and I can’t hold back the cruel laugh. Maybe I will log into the cameras and check, maybe I’ll count how many times she comes while I’m gone.

And if I find out she’s disobeyed me, well then, I’ll make her come so many times she passes out.

I’ll make sure she learns exactly what the consequences are for disobeying me.

Ruby

Idon’t know whether to be relieved or disappointed as he walks out of the door.

I feel like I’ve run a marathon, I feel like my body is still on the cusp of another orgasm and just having the silk robe against my skin is too much.

How is one man able to manipulate my body like that?

My lips curl as I head back up the stairs and to our room. I need a shower. I need to wash my hair, to sort myself out.

Preston said I was perfect, no, more than perfect. I don’t think anyone has ever called me that in my life. Even before everything went to shit, my parents never once praised me tothat extent. I want to convince myself that I should feel delighted by it, after all, is it not proof that my plan is working, that Prestonisfalling for me?

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