Page 58 of Vendetta

And then he’s laying me down like a sacrificial lamb at his altar. And god what a way to die.

I grin spreading my legs, letting him see the prize.

“What are these?” He says getting on his knees.

“Crotchless panties.” I say glancing down, making sure the edges are lining up, highlighting how wet I am for him.

“Crotchless panties.” He says as it grumbles in his chest. “From now on these are the only panties you wear.” He leans over me, his hot breath hitting my skin as I do my best to lie still and not just start humping him. “That is if you wear any panties at all.”

I laugh but my laughter dies on my lips as his mouth drops to my clit and he’s sucking, licking, rolling so urgently I have to grab his head.

His fingers slip inside and then he starts pumping furiously away as his mouth brings me closer and closer and suddenly I’m cuming, screaming, kicking as he sits back and watches me fall apart.

But he barely gives me time to get my breath back before he’s picking me up, carrying me to the bathroom and shoving me face down over the side of the bath. He pours cold liquid over my entire ass and pussy and then he pulls my head up by my hair so that I’m facing myself in the mirror.

“You’re going to watch.” He says undoing his belt, freeing his incredible dick. “You’re going to watch as I fuck your ass.”

“Nico. I’ve never...” I gasp. “I’ve not done anal before you.”

He pauses and then a grin creeps across his face. “Do you want me to go easy on you?” He asks tauntingly. It’s not like he hasn’t already fucked me in the ass anyway, but the last time was so brutal, so sudden, and yet now that I’m meeting his eyes in the glass I know what I want. I know exactly what I want.

“I never want you to go easy.” I say.

“Fuck woman.” He groans before plunging his dick into me. I cry out. It hurts. Just like last time but maybe he does heed my words because he is slower, gentler, at least to start with, before he picks up pace, his face contorting as he concentrates in drilling into me, in getting his own satisfaction from this moment.

The bath side sticks into my hips, it’s uncomfortable, as is the way he’s gripping my hair, holding my head by it but I don’t care. I’d rather he pulled every single strand out than he stop right now.

His hand slips down and I feel his fingers sliding into my pussy. I moan loudly. The contrast feels so good.

“You like that Eleri?” He says.

“I fucking love it.” I half shout back making sure to make eye contact with him through the mirror. My tits are bouncing, my whole body is shaking and behind I can see the beautiful Adonis of a man glistening in sweat.

“Yeah you do, you filthy little whore.” He says before he starts pounding into me, matching each thrust in my ass to each thrust of his fingers. I’m moaning, I’m writhing, I’m right on the edge again and I can see from the way he’s straining that he’s about to cum too.

“Nico.” I cry as my body gives in and he grunts jerking, filling me up entirely before letting my head drop.

He steps back, wiping his dick and stares at where I’m still laid presented for him. And then he walks out coming back seconds later with his phone and takes a picture.

“The fuck?” I say.

He grins. “I’m going to get this printed, blown up, I’ll hang it behind my desk for everyone to appreciate.”

“The hell you will.” I say as I slide off and sit on the cold tile floor.

“Your ass is a masterpiece. Your cunt is too.” He states.

I shake my head. He can’t be serious. There’s no way he is.

He helps me to my feet then tells me to clean up.

Apparently he has work to do and he’s gotten his entertainment for the moment. Not that I’m complaining mind. I’m more than happy to be his distraction as many times as he needs. But when I walk into his office twenty minutes later with a coffee for him, he’s sat, arms crossed obviously waiting for me.

“What took you so long?” He asks.

“I thought you needed to work.”

He grins. “I do but that doesn’t mean I don’t like a little background music.”

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