Page 53 of Justyce
I release a heavy, bated breath and force myself to unwind. Justyce doesn’t waste any time. As soon as I let that damn breath out he slips a finger in my ass.
“What the hell, Justyce,” I hiss, clenching around his digit and he stills his movements. It fucking burns.
He doesn’t say anything but I’d bet my left tit that he was smiling like a Cheshire cat behind me.
Justyce moves his finger inside of me slowly. It feels like a fucking heated sandpaper pad after being used for sanding as he probes his digit in and out of me.
“That’s it, baby, loosen up for me,” he croons.
Squeezing my eyes closed, I push pass the pain until it begins to morph into something else, something close to pleasure.
My teeth are no longer cinched tight and my body feels like it’s on fire. Justyce must sense the shift in me because he chuckles before slipping another finger inside of me. The pleasure quickly morphs into discomfort and pain.
“Couldn’t you warn me at least, asshole?”
“Now what fun would that be?” He pushes my head down onto the cold bathtub and says, “Don’t move, Dark One.”
I want to argue, to kick and scream, but with his fingers inside of my ass I think better of it. Justyce is erratic at the best of times and I don’t want to push him when I’m at his mercy.
I jolt and my eyes snap open when I hear him hock back spit in his mouth, knowing exactly what he’s going to do. His warm saliva slides down my crack, gliding down and pooling around his fingers. I try to tell myself that it’s disgusting, gross, but the heat coiling in my abdomen says otherwise.
His fingers begin pumping in and out of my ass in a steady rhythm. I can tell he’s turned on by his labored breaths and his hardness pressing up against my thigh.
“So damn sexy, Kenzi. It feels good, doesn’t it.” It’s a statement not a question, so I don’t bother giving him the satisfaction of hearing me admit it.
My lids fall close once more and I revel in Justyce’s touch. I don’t think of how wrong all of this is or why I allow him to continue doing stuff like this to me. Instead I accept it and feel the energy thump around us.
I mewl, actually fucking mewl at the sensation of his fingers gliding inside the walls of my asshole, and when he chuckles low and dark, I wish I had suppressed that motherfucker like the rest.
“Let’s see how much you’re really enjoying this, Dark One.” Justyce brings what I think is his thumb down and probes the entrance of my pussy. I cringe instantly knowing what he’s going to find: me fucking saturated.
“Jesus, baby, you’re soaked. If my fingers can do this to your ass imagine what my cock is going to do. Blow your fucking mind, that’s what.”
I chew on my lip and blood flows over my palate as I break the skin again. Justyce circles my clit with his thumb relentlessly and I’m overwhelmed with all these sensations whirling within. I feel myself climbing to that magnificent peak.
I’m there, right there, with my hips rocking back unabashed to meet Justyce’s fingers as my limbs tighten and heat floods my body. But as I’m about to hit that crescendo, Justyce withdraws his fingers from me.
My head snaps back, meeting his blue hues as fury rolls through me. He smirks at me, that glimmer in his eyes telling me he had this planned before he even began.
“Head back down on the tub, Kenzi,” he instructs with a no-nonsense tone.
The battle within me is strong. I want to reach down and finish myself off and tell this asshole to piss off. I don’t do any of that, though. Instead I place my head down on the tub with my body wound so fucking tight I swear it might snap and knock Justyce the fuck out.
He laughs again while his fingers trail through my slickness and then he brings it back up to my ass.
“Deep breath, baby.”
The endearment slithers over me like a seductive touch and I do as he says, hoping to high hell he puts that plug in and fucks off. When he’s gone, I’ll service myself. That’ll teach him for edging me.
“Shit,” I heave as he circles the plug around my hole and then pushes it in to breach the tight muscle.
“Good girl,” Justyce praises. He places his hands on my hips and whispers, “Stand up, pretty girl.”
Butterflies go off in my belly like fireworks on the damn fourth of July at his compliment. But I know better than to allow it to go to my head. After all this is Justyce Travino, and I’m nothing more than payment for a debt that’s not even mine.
My blood boils to the surface, reminding me exactly why I’m here and how screwed up this situation really is. Swallowing down my anger, I lift up from the bath and stand on shaky legs, feeling some discomfort from the plug. His hands drop from my waist and when I turn around I find he’s put space between us.
His lids are hooded and when my eyes dip lower I see his straining erection against his pants. It seems we’re both on the same page in that respect. Both of us are affected by what is transpiring but know he won’t play nice because this is his game and he makes the rules. Except I don’t play by his little black book, and as soon as he leaves I’m going to come so hard I see stars.
