Page 46 of Ruined
“You don’t owe me anything,” I said. The fact that she thought she did made me feel like that much more like a heartless bastard. How did I deserve the affection and the trust of a woman like her?
“Iwantto,” she said. She rubbed my shoulders, caressing them. It was hard to resist her touch. “If we’re here, I want to dance for you.”
“You don’t owe me, Haley,” I said again.
“This isn’t about that. I want to do this. Even before I cried on your shoulder.”
I took a deep breath. The green hue in her eyes sparkled like the sea underneath a shadowy dock. I moved my hands, finding her calves, and I massaged them. Her eyes closed, enjoying the pressure of my touch.
“Please. Let me do this for you,” she whispered.
I let go. I wasn’t used to letting another person take control, especially not a woman I was attracted to, but if this is what she needed right then, then I would let it happen. She twisted her hips into me, stroking my shoulders, draping her fingers across the back of my head. She pressed her body into mine, her bra and my shirt separating us.
She slid down my thighs, then turned around, angling so that her back was against my chest. She breathed heavily and pressed her ass against my cock, and each time she did, my cock thrust back, craving to be inside of her. Her soft palm slid behind my head, as if she needed to hold on. Our bodies were so close that I imagined what it would be like to be inside of her. I closed my eyes, and when she let out a soft moan, I gripped her hips, pulling her in tight, and growled.
She slid down, and faced me, straddling me again. The music wasn’t loud, but it was sexy enough. Haley must not have realized what she was doing a lap dance, like a dancer might do at a strip club. Or maybe she did. But I wasn’t going to stop her. Not if this is what she needed to do.
She bore her hips down into my lap, straddling me again, our eyes level. I kneaded her ass in my hands, not caring about her request to let her take control; she didn’t seem to notice. Her mouth was open and her eyes traced down to my lips, and I licked them, imagining the taste of every valley of her body. Her sweetness. That aching tenderness. The untouched portrait. Her soul desperate to submit. To be forced into surrender. Wholly begging for me to conquer her.
She took my hand from and guided my finger inside of her panties. Her wetness was warm on my skin. She leaned into my touch, pushing my finger farther inside, my tips grazing her entrance. We locked eyes, and her gaze was pure. A gentle nod settled on her chin, and I pushed deeper inside, breaking the entrance. A gasp escaped her lips, and I held my finger there, waiting. Her walls squeezed me. I moved my finger back and forth, making our breaths heavy with weight. With what this meant.
Her eyes rolled back, and I used my thumb to rub her clit, the fabric of her panties pressed against my head. It didn’t take long for her mouth to open, for her neck to fall back, her eyes reaching up towards paradise.
But she didn’t want this. Having sex for money was the last thing Haley needed.
I removed my fingers. The shock on her face was priceless. I laughed.
“You’re kidding me,” she said.
“If you’re sure you want to do this,” I said, pinching her mouth between my fingers, wet with her juices, “Iwill decide when you come.”
Her lips parted, arousal erasing the frustration. She circled her hips into me, pressing into my cock. Even that felt good.
Her eyes pleaded, her mouth was wet, and her needy sex soaked my pants.
“I want this,” she said. “I wantyou.”
Damn it. If she truly believed that, then we would play. But it would be by my rules. My demands.
“Beg me,” I said.
She let out a long, concentrated breath. “Please,” she whispered.
I yanked her onto her feet and ripped off her panties and bra. I grabbed her by the hair and forced her to the ground, her knees biting into the carpet, and pushed her face down to my shoes. Immediately, she stuck out her tongue and licked like a hungry dog, primal and raw and unable to contain the lust growing inside of her, completely under my control, mewling at my feet.
I pulled her up, rushing her over to the hoop. I moved her hands to grip the metal. “Hold on. Don’t let go.”
I sucked her breast, teasing her nipple between my teeth, and she moaned, her hands struggling to grip the hoop tightly. I picked her soaking wet panties off of the floor and stuffed them in her mouth. Those big green eyes pleaded to me, not because of the way I was treating her like a fuck toy, but because she needed to come. Was desperate for it. Every ounce of control and humiliation was pushing her closer to the edge.
I cupped her sex in my palm. Her wet need slick on my hands made lust surge inside of me. I wanted to fuck her and claim her and make her mine forever, but I couldn’t do that. Not yet. Not here.
I rubbed her clit with my thumb, sliding another finger inside, and she instantly started shaking. “Wait, whore,” I growled, and she whimpered, her cries muffled by the panties. I kneeled down and sucked her clit, flicking my tongue in circles, relishing in her taste. She cried out again. Her thighs shaking.
I wanted to taste her come, but I wanted to see the look in her eyes when she came for me. That look was mine, and mine alone.
I stood and cupped her sex again, feverishly pushing my finger in and out. Her walls tightened around me and I kept my thumb rubbing her clit at a steady pace.
“Come for me,” I commanded. She cried out and bit down hard on the panties, clenching her teeth, her pleasure possessing everything around her. Including me.
She let go, coming undone, and I held her, watching as she unraveled beneath me.
