Page 81 of Cursed
Her eyes meet mine. “Then why did I?”
“Because you’re as broken as I am.” I lower my mouth to her ear. “Because no one else understands the darkness inside you like I do. Because deep down, you crave what I give you.”
I grip Sadie’s wrists and drag her toward the bedroom, enjoying how she stumbles to keep up with my long strides. Her fear is palpable, but I can feel her pulse racing beneath my fingertips.
“You need to be reminded who you belong to.” I shove her onto the bed, watching her bounce against the mattress. “And what happens when you disobey me?”
I yank her leggings down her legs, followed by her panties. She tries to close her thighs, but I force them apart, kneeling between them.
“Don’t,” she whispers, but she’s already wet.
And I know she has her safe word, if she really wants me to stop, she’ll use it.
I run my fingers through her cunt, collecting her arousal before bringing it to her mouth. “Taste yourself. Taste how much you want this punishment.”
She turns her head away, but I grab her jaw, forcing my fingers past her lips.
I position myself between her legs again, lowering my mouth to her center. She gasps as my tongue finds her clit, circling it slowly. I feel her hips rise to meet me.
“That’s right,” I murmur against her pussy. “Show me how much you want this.”
I build her up slowly, watching her writhe as she approaches the edge. Just as her breathing quickens and her thighs begin to tremble, I pull away completely.
“No!” The word escapes her before she can stop it.
I smile coldly. “No? I thought you didn’t want this.”
“Please,” she whimpers, hips seeking contact.
“Please what?”
“Please don’t stop.”
I lower my mouth again, bringing her to the edge once more before denying her release. Her frustrated moan is music to my ears.
“This is what happens when you let strangers into my home without telling me.” I circle her entrance with my finger, never pushing inside. “You don’t get to come until I decide you’ve learned your lesson.”
I continue my torture, bringing Sadie to the edge repeatedly before pulling away. Each time, her pleas grow desperate, her body trembling with need. Sweat glistens on her skin as she writhes in the sheets, completely at my mercy.
“Please,” she gasps, her voice breaking. “I can’t take any more.”
“Actions have consequences,” I remind her, circling her clit lightly with my thumb.
Her back arches as I increase the pressure before removing my touch entirely. A strangled sob escapes her throat.
“I’m sorry,” she cries. “I won’t do it again.”
I stand, unbuckling my belt. “Show me how sorry you are.”
She watches with hungry eyes as I free myself from my pants. I grip her hair, pulling her toward me.
“Open,” I command.
Her lips part immediately, and I thrust into her mouth without warning. Her eyes widen as I hit the back of her throat, but she doesn’t pull away.
Good girl.
“This is what happens to naughty girls,” I growl. “You don’t get to come. Only I do.”
