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“Fuck. Oh my god,” she whimpers, pushing her hips into my fingers and digging her nails into my shoulder.
My hand pulls to a stop as her ragged breath drags from her lips and her eyes find mine.
“What are you doing? Why are you stopping?” she questions, shaking her head, confused. She grabs at my wrist, but I don’t move.
My fingers begin a slow skim over her tender clit, and she shivers, as a smile plays on my lips. I lean down close to her, whispering my seductive threat.
“Not a fucking word. If you make a sound, I stop.” My fingers begin to move slowly again, and her body jumps. “They don’t get to hear you. I told you all of this is mine, including your pleasure…all the little sounds and fucking moans. If you share it, I’ll starve your fucking pussy to death.” I push past her clit and thrust two fingers inside her, and she slaps a hand over her mouth. “Good girl. You want me to forgive that little stunt? Then prove your fucking worth, Billy.”
This time I don’t stop. She’s held in place with my arm around her as I fuck her harder and harder, alternating between her clit and inside her pussy. Her hand presses over her mouth tighter and tighter as her body begins to jerk.
She’s completely at mymercy. Unless she says it.
“You wish this was my cock, don’t you? Fucking you raw. Making you breathless, while everyone waits outside, only a few feet away.”
Sarah’s nails dig so hard into my shoulder that I’m certain she’s marked me.
“You like that, don’t you? The idea of being caught, seen…or maybe it’s the idea of being mine. To do with as I please.” My fingers pump faster and faster. “Fucking you while everyone watches you get owned.”
Sarah muffles her moans over my words as I finger fuck her. Our eyes stay locked, trained on each other, intimately connected, and I know she’s almost there. I push another finger inside her to bring her over the edge. “Open your fucking legs and give memypussy,” I demand, needing more room to fuck her.
As she does, I feel her stomach contract, and her eyes close. Her warm walls constrict my fingers, holding me inside of her as she rides out her orgasm. She lays her head against my chest as she convulses violently.
Slowly her body calms, and I slip my fingers out, her body giving a tiny undulation as I do. Sarah’s body slumps against me, but I let her go, forcing her to hold herself up.
“Now, sit your ass down on the bed and wait for me, because when I come back in here, I’m going to eat your pussy and then fuck you until you can’t breathe. Am I understood?”
Her eyes meet mine, and I bend down, giving her lips a soft kiss, then whisper, “Because to the victor goes the spoils.”
I told her we were happening. She should learn to listen.
A faint “Shit” is all I hear as I turn my back and walk outside to finish my meeting.
HOLY HELL, WHAT JUST HAPPENED? One minute I was Petty Betty, half-naked and on my high horse, and the next I was turned to Jell-O and left here to wait for my…punishment? Reward? I can’t decide which.
He said it as if it would be a punishment. But after what Dante just did to me, I’m okay with being fucked until I can’t breathe.
Dammit. This is why I didn’t want to do this with him. Then again, maybe Matteo was right.
I snicker to myself at the thought, falling back onto the bed. I was supposed to win this battle. He wasn’t getting the best of me.
Famous last words.
Jesus, he was so intense and angry. So possessive with all the “this is mine” growling. There isn’t any reality in which I wasn’t surrendering. He’s a goddamn beast with all his dirty talk and skillful fingers, and this is ultimately what I wanted. Deep down.
I wanted to fuck him the minute I saw him again. That’s probably why I wouldn’t stop pushing. He needed to break. Take what he wanted. Because I was never going to offer myself up.
Still, that makesme“the loser” in our little game. I caved first. Although, technically, I didn’t actually say yes, just insinuated it with all my heavy breathing and compliance.
“Shit.” I sigh to myself, letting the loss sink in.
The only thing worse than losing is losing to a smug bastard who knew he was going to win.
My hands run down my body, cupping my center as I sit up. This is definitely going to be sore later. Taking a deep breath, I push off the bed and stand up to walk to his bathroom.
I make my way toward the massive glass-encased shower and turn on the water, letting my fingers weave through the water to test the temperature, and watch the steam rise and billow as it begins to cloud the glass.
Shutting the shower door, I reach behind me and remove my bra, then my panties, letting myself back inside to the rain of warmth from the water.
