Page 57 of Hostile Secret
Well, fuck.
Her tight throat took my breath away and seeing my cum clinging to the corner of her mouth makes her the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen.
My personal little whore looks up at me, her cheeks tracked in black mascara and big watery blue eyes.
“What?” she asks, and I don’t miss her breathless curiosity.
Instinctively, I trace my tongue along the seam of her lips, cleaning up some of the erotic mess I’d made.
My heart pounds. I’m going to enjoy having a wanna-be-whore to play with until a private jet takes her to Italy. This will never mean anything.
“It’s your turn now.”
The way her eyes darken with lust gets me hard all over again. I can tell she’s wrestling with her ego, pretending to be undaunted by this unconventional situation. It’s not every day she’s tied to the bars of a cell for the purpose of sucking dick.
Of course, she would fight it. I understand this girl and how a surrender doesn’t come naturally to her.
Then again, welcoming a beautiful woman into my private domain didn't come naturally to me either, so we're even.
“Have you ever been finger fucked in prison?” I smirk.
Exquisite shapely brows nip together. “I swear I’ll get back at you for this, Gio,” she growls with gutsiness.
“Interesting.” I grab her t-shirt and hitch it higher. “I’m intrigued. What’s your plan to exact revenge on the guy who’s going to let his bad girl come all over his hand?”
My fingers glide between her legs. I’m going to take it easy with her. Being a virgin means she’d likely find my pounding dick painful at the start. Even though I’m finding it difficult to restrain myself, I don’t actually want to hurt her.
Not like that. But I can torture her.
“I’m not yours.” She fights the compulsion to groan.
“For the next few months, you are. Spread your legs wider,” I order, and immediately they shuffle apart. “I’m going to own every part of you.”
She moves her arms a fraction higher. The cable ties aren’t restrictive enough to cut into her skin, but they are impossible to break out of.
“Let’s get rid of these.”
I rip her lacy panties off, noting they’re deliciously drenched, and pull them through the bars.
Her pupils widen when I bring the tattered lace to my nose and inhale her essence into my lungs.
“How badly do you want to come, my little whore?”
“Gio…” she whimpers, swallowing nervously. “I—I—I…”
I smile at her new shyness and inexperience, the sensation lighting me up from within. She really is like sunshine. “Let’s get the basics out of the way, shall we?”
She exhales loudly when I run my fingers through her slick heat. “I’ll grant you permission to come like your beautiful body craves. But if you rebel against me again, I’ll toss you straight back into this cell and fuck you until you’re seconds away from an orgasm…and then I’ll leave you hanging. Bad girls belong down here in the shadows. Good girls belong up there.”
“I’m confused.” Her cute nose wrinkles. “You like it when I’m bad, so you can punish me for it. I know you do. So, what happens when I behave?”
“You can be my obedient little whore who gets to come as often as you need—until you pass out, if that’s how horny you’re feeling.” My heart rate soars. “Or misbehave and beg me for a release. I’ll tie your wrists together so you can’t finish the job for yourself. The choice is yours. I’ll have you either way.”
I slip a finger inside of her and suck in a breath. She’s so tight and warm.
“Oh…” she cries out, so reactive, so eager. Her lashes lower and her head tips backward.
“Keep those baby blues on me, my little whore.”
