Page 52 of Justyce
“Not even close.”
The licentious fiend within rears her head. My core is clenching around nothing and remembering exactly what it feels like to have him inside of me. I trample that slut down. Not today, Satan.
I roll my eyes, feigning nonchalance. “Yep, righto. What is it that you want again?”
Justyce laughs, shaking his head from side to side. “There’s some breakfast in the room I originally gave you before you went all Tarantino on it. When you’re done here close the door, I’ll lock it later. You have free rein of the house but guards are posted outside so don’t try to run. If you do, I’ll find you and you won’t like the punishment. Don’t fuck this up because I won’t give you another chance, and that’s a promise.”
Momentarily I’m taken back and the hamster inside my skull is running the wheel hot.Why is he giving me access to his mansion? What’s the catch? And why does he all of a sudden trust me,I muse.
Justyce tuts, breaking my rumination. “There are cameras all over the mansion so if you fuck up, I’ll know. You haven’t even dipped your toe in the water with me yet, don’t test me, Kenzi.”
And there he is. The big bad Justyce.
We’re in battle, our eyes locked on each other, and when I think he’s about to leave, he doesn’t. Instead a smirk monopolizes his lips, tugging them up at the corners.
“Bend over.”
“What? No! Fuck you.”
Justyce raises an eyebrow in challenge. “We can do this the hard way or the easy way. Choose.”
A variety of emotions surface, clawing at my epidermis as the heat travels up my neck. He makes me crazy and hot in the same instant, which is infuriating and seriously fucking with my mind.
My body is tight, rigid,hot,and seeing that grin on his face doesn’t help. He’s up to something, I feel it like I feel the invisible electric current thrumming between us. It’s always there.
“What are you going to do?”
He doesn’t respond. Instead he dips his hands into his pockets and my eyes track his movements, watching as his toned and inked arms flex. It should be illegal to be that good looking.
Justyce walks toward me, his steps measured and precise. He seems unaffected and composed while I force myself to remain still and not fold in half. He gets closer and my breathing increases while my heart ratchets inside my chest. I feel like a junkie needing a hit, forever chasing that high but dreading the come down.
Justyce stands a meter away from me, the leer in those dark grey irises taunting me. Withdrawing his hands, he pulls out a shiny silver bulb thing. It only takes a few seconds to register what it is.
“No−no way. No Justyce.” It’s like a losing battle with him. I want to fight until my nails are bloody and raw but I know he’ll fight back harder.
He throws the butt plug from one hand to the other and says, “The easy or the hard way. Choose”
That shouldn’t turn me on but fuck me it does. Shame nestles inside as the battle between my inner slut and my dignity war within.
We stand there looking at each other and it’s only when the coppery taste hits my tongue that I realize I’ve chewed my lip raw.
Screw it, I may as well get this the fuck over with. With confidence I don’t have, I turn around angrily and strut back into the bathroom and bend over the bathtub. Embarrassment fills every orifice along with the libidinous thoughts occupying my brain.
Justyce’s shoes click against the tiled floor until his heat hits my ass. “So fucking titillating, Dark One. I can’t wait to own this ass.”
Cool air dances over my backside as Justyce flicks the towel high up my back. His hands rub and kneed my cheeks and I have to fight the mewl bubbling up my throat. I’m forever contradicting myself with this asshole, and it pisses me off.
Stamping over my overactive mind, I close my eyes and revel in the feel of his warm palms, wishing he’d go that little bit lower. But when Justyce spreads my cheeks my eyes flare open and I tense.
“Ssshh, I’ll go slowly, baby,” he coos.
I relax a little into his hands, at his soft words, then feel the cool liquid drip down my asshole. For a moment I wonder where he pulled the lube from, but that thought evaporates when he begins to massage my asshole.
A bead of sweat drips down my forehead while the rest of my body trembles as he starts to prod that forbidden hole.
“Easy, baby, the more you relax the better this will be for you.”
I want to snort and tell him to get fucked but my limbs are frozen in place, even though they feel like jelly.
