She lifts her head and looks at them. Then her eyes slowly meet mine.
“What did I say to get you so worked up, princess?”
Her eyes widen, and she shakes her head. I give her a smile, and her shoulders start to shake. “Colt … please?”
“I didn’t tell you to beg. I asked you a question.” I run the tips of my fingers around her large breast and then circle her hard nipple. When she remains silent, I pinch it between my fingers and pull, making her cry out. “Answer me.”
“Colt!” she cries, throwing her head back.
I drop the underwear and grab her hair, yanking her to the floor where she kneels between the coffee table and the couch, now facing my friends and Nate. I sit down on the couch behind her and wrap my free hand around her neck from behind while she starts to sob.
Lowering my mouth to her ear, I nibble on it gently. “Tell them, princess. Tell them what I said that made your pussy fucking soaked.” I can feel her pulse racing, but this is part of what gets her off. I want Nate to understand what he had. He ignored her wants. Her needs. I want him to see just how beautiful she is. Even if I won’t let him have her ever again, I still want him to want her.
“You said…” She sniffs, pausing. “That… You said that you’ll put a collar around my neck.” She tries to bow her head, but I keep it up with my hand on her throat. “And lead me around the party by a leash.” Her voice trembles just like her body, and I have to bite my lip to keep from smiling because I know she’s soaked right now by the way she keeps rubbing her thighs together. “Naked, on all fours, with my face covered in your spit, and your cum dripping out of my cunt.”
I look up to see Alex shift from side to side, adjusting himself. He’s obviously enjoying the show. Finn’s eyes are on her breasts, and he’s practically drooling. Jenks is nodding to himself while he licks his lips. And Nate? He looks absolutely disgusted with her, and it pisses me off. It makes me want to push her even more.
I hate that she ever even dated this piece of shit. No wonder she let me fuck her in the shower. I could have been fucking her the entire time they were together. She should be thanking me. I did her a favor by making sure he saw that video of her on her knees sucking my dick.
I give her neck a little squeeze and ask, “You’re not afraid of people seeing that you’re my dirty little slut, are you?”
She shakes her head, softly crying. I allow the silent answer.
“Then what did I say?”
“Colt…” she cries.
“Go on, princess. I want them to hear all of it.”
Knowing that I’m not going to give up on this, she swallows and then speaks softly. “That I’ll be unsatisfied … because you want them to watch me beg for you to get me off. To see me … cry.” Another sniff. “And see how desperate I am for a release.”
I’ve taught her body to want me. To need me. I could feel it in the way she held my hand when I pulled her through the house and out the back door. “And I bet you were disappointed when I pulled you through the living room and didn’t do just that.”
“Ye-yes.”
Letting go of her neck, I pick up the underwear, making sure everyone understands. “Telling you how I was going to humiliate and degrade you got you so wet. What does a slut do when she makes a mess?”
“She cleans it up,” she whispers.
“Then do it,” I order, placing them closer to her face.
She runs her tongue along the inside, licking her thong like a cat would lap up milk, her pretty, crystal-blue eyes on mine, and I feel my cock twitch inside of my pants.
“Good girl.” Pulling away, she closes her eyes, and I stand from my spot on the couch. I walk over to the coffee table, pick up the drink Finn made, and shove her underwear into the glass. Using my fingers, I drown it in the scotch.
Then I put it back down and push the coffee table over to the side so the guys have a clear view of the show I’m about to give them.
RAYLEE
I’M SHAKING UNCONTROLLABLYwhile staring at the floor in front of me. I can’t make eye contact with anyone in the room after what he made me confess. I wish he’d blindfold me, but he knows I like the humiliation.
My wrists are tied behind my back, and I’m kneeling with my legs tucked under my ass, but I can feel the wetness between them, making my thighs slippery.
It turned me on so much to admit that. The fact that Nate was present made it even better. I’ve told him a million times during the five weeks of our relationship what I liked, and he always dismissed it. Like I didn’t know my own body. I hate it for other women like me. So many go unsatisfied because they’re too afraid to tell their partner what they like and worry about being judged. I’ve never been a shy person, so I was able to be up front with him, but it still left me feeling empty when he rejected my needs.
Colt has never made me feel that way. And I think that’s why I hate him so much. If he had turned me down, then I could have walked away from him years ago. We wouldn’t have ever gotten this far. But no matter what happens, I find myself crawling back on bruised knees to beg him for more. And he’s more than willing to give it to me.
Colt comes to stand on my right. “On your back. Knees up and spread your legs so I can see your cunt.” he commands.
