My pussy is still so sore, but my clit is throbbing. It’s like it’s begging for punishment. And the plug in my ass has me wet.
My cotton shorts drop to the floor at my bare feet, and a whimper escapes my lips. He runs his hands up the back of my shirt, pushing it up in the process, and he leans over, kissing my back tenderly and making a shiver run through my body.Tyson Crawford is good.I’ll give him that.
When the shirt tugs on my underarms, I take the hint and raise my arms, letting him lift it over my head. I go to turn around to face him, but he stops me.
“Bend over,” he commands, and I do as he says, knowing there’s no other choice.
My naked body lies across the cold surface while he stands behind me fully dressed. “How’s it feel?” he asks, his fingers pushing on the plug, making me whimper.
“Like you give a fuck.” The words come out before I can even process them. It grants me a slap on the ass cheek that makes me yelp in surprise. The lingering sting has my pussy clenching.
He grips my freshly dried hair, jerking my head up off the countertop, and slams his hips into me, pinning me to the sharp edge and making me hiss in a breath. The plug pushes deeper inside my ass. “Tyson—”
“Just wait until I start fucking that mouth, Lake. You’ll think twice before you open it.”
I swallow at the threat, and he pulls his hips back from my ass just enough for him to reach between us. The sound of his zipper being lowered makes my breath quicken. The head of his dick is at my entrance moments later. No foreplay. I didn’t earn that. One thing about Tyson is he doesn’t need me. He wants me for some sick plan that I’ll never know the secret to. I’m a toy to use, to fuck, to get him off and I hate how much my body likes it.
My breath is taken away when his large cock spread my sore pussy wide open. He’s so big, it hurts. “Feel how wet you are, Lake?” he asks. “How much your body likes being used?”
I hate how turned on I am from the plug, his words, and the way he wants me. It shouldn’t be this way. I should be repulsed by the very thought of him and me together. I should be screaming nonstop and fighting him. Make him take it from me. But I’m bent over the counter, biting my tongue to stop myself from making any noises to show him how much I like it.
There’s nothing soft about how he fucks me. His hand in my hair holds my head up so I have nothing to do other than look at myself in the mirror while he pounds his cock into my pussy and my hips into the side of the counter.
The sound of our bodies slapping fills the room and my lips fall open, a moan escaping that I can’t hold in. Don’t want to hold in. My eyes grow heavy as they watch him in the mirror. His are narrowed as if he’s angry with himself. Or maybe he’s mad at me. It doesn't matter. Every time he thrusts forward, he pushes on the plug. I feel so full. The combination of pleasure and pain takes my breath away while my soaked cunt tightens around him. The sound of his heavy breathing and grunts turns me on even more, and I’m reminded how much I hate myself over the fact that I actually like this vile man.
I’m so close, my body climbing that high that is right there…but shoves his hips forward one last time, and he pulses inside of me, filling my pussy with his cum. I didn’t get to. Again, it’s not something I earned. I’m sure he just wants me to feel him dripping out of me while we sit at dinner.
Pulling out, he lets go of me, and I drop my cheek to the cool surface of the countertop, trying to catch my breath.
He pulls up his jeans. “Your outfit is on the bed.”
I push myself up and slowly stand to turn and face him. “You picked out my outfit?” I’m not surprised. Like I said, I’m a doll to him. Something to show off to the town.
He doesn’t answer and I walk out of the bathroom to the bedroom to find a dress, underwear, and heels laid out for me. y brother’s words come to mind.At least he has good taste. But of course, he was talking about the other guy I was supposed to marry.
NINETEEN
TYSON
She sits next to me in my car, wearing the red dress I picked out for her along with matching six-inch Gucci heels. The butt plug in while my cum coats her black lace thong. The wedding ring and collar top off the look that screams MINE.
I watch her out of the corner of my eye, noticing the way she keeps moving in the seat. The butt plug doing what I wanted it to do—turn her on. Her cunt was soaked when I fucked her in the bathroom. Even now, she keeps running her hands up and down her bare thighs. She’s silently begging to get off. To get a release that I’m going to make her earn.
She sits up straighter when she sees me pulling up to our destination. “Do we have a room?” she asks, her breathing picking up.
“No,” I answer honestly. “We’ll only be here for an hour.” Less, if I have my way.
I come to a stop, and a guy opens my car door while another opens hers and helps her out. “Have a good evening, Mr. Crawford,” one says as I take her hand and pull her up the stairs and into the Minson Hotel. We ride the elevator up to the twentieth floor and step out into Marble, the elite restaurant, that overlooks the city.
“Hello, Mr. Crawford. Your party is already seated. Please follow me.” The blonde smiles at me brightly, completely ignoring the fact that I’m here with a woman.
“Party?” my wife whisper-shouts in my ear. “Who the fuck are we meeting for dinner, Tyson?”
I ignore her and follow the hostess to the back room. We’re not here for an audience. Well, none other than who I have called to join us.
The hostess opens the double doors and steps aside to allow us to enter the dimly lit room. “Here you go, Mr. and Mrs. Crawford.”
Lake stops, and a small gasp escapes her red-painted lips when she sees who we’re dining with tonight.
