“Very good,” he said, stroking himself across her face, spreading silken pre-come on her nose and cheeks. “I like my girls quiet.”
Mara’s skin itched, but she didn’t scrub her face. He liked looking at her this way, lying beneath him, covered in him and her own spit. Degraded. He stared down at her like a cruel king, and she blinked back, her nipples throbbing. From the meanlook in his eyes, he wasn’t done playing, and she desperately wanted to feel him. To have more.
“H-How long will I be here?” she asked.
“Dunno, princess. Until I get bored.”
Mara’s heart clenched. “W-What will happen then?”
“Maybe I’ll give you back to your old man. Although he might not want you after what I’m gonna do to you.”
Her asshole clenched involuntarily, and Derek grinned wider as he traced the line of her jaw with the vodka bottle. “Maybe I’ll give you to someone else. Maybe you can work a pole, and I’ll make money off you. We’ll see.”
Mara felt a hot rush of jealousy. Even in this fantasy, she didn’t want Derek to own clubs where he’d see other women. She wanted to make him happy. Be his only girl. His only pet. He watched her, smirking as though he knew exactly what she was thinking. He backed away from the bed. “Take off your underwear and get on all fours. Show me your pussy.”
Her hand shook as she pulled her thong down her thighs and scrambled onto her knees. She forced herself into position, turning so her ass was facing him.
Please like it, she thought.Please like me.
“Little girl,” Derek said, his voice softly terrifying. “… show me. Your fucking. Cunt.”
Cringing, Mara reached a hand between her legs, parting her lips, showing this cruel man everything she was.
“Good.” His voice came from lower, and she knew he was crouched behind her, staring into her pussy. A pearl of wetness dripped between her fingers, and she flushed, pressing her face into the strange sheets.
Derek laughed. “You really are a virgin, aren’t you?”
In some ways, she wished she was. That Derek had been the one to take that from her. But their history, ancient as itwas, didn’t include that—which was probably why Derek was obsessed with rewriting the scene in his fantasies. That and?—
Enough, she told herself.Focus.
“Y-Yes,” she mumbled into the covers. She waited for him to touch her, but he didn’t. Instead, she heard him straighten and drink, the vodka glugging noisily.
Please don’t get too drunk, she thought, but that, too, wasn’t focusing on the scene. She let her worries siphon into her character—the fear this big, scary man would lose control and take it out on her.
There was a loudthunk, and she flinched, knowing Derek had probably dropped the empty bottle onto the carpet. Then his hands were on her back, stroking along her spine. His palms were scratchy, as coarse as when he played football. The gym, she guessed, though in this fantasy, it was probably from digging graves.
A hard fingertip traced one of her back dimples. “Ever kissed anyone?”
Mara froze, unsure what the correct answer should be. “I?—”
“Let me tell you,” Derek said, his voice dangerous again. “‘No.’ Far as I’m concerned, you never kissed anyone before me.”
Derek, Mara thought with a throb of sadness.You know that’s true.
“I-I haven’t kissed anyone,” she repeated. She wished he’d kiss her now, but he rarely did when they roleplayed lately. Their scenes were all hardness and tension and not?—
Stop, Mara. Not now.
Derek’s finger circled close to her asshole, and Mara tensed.
“Don’t be like that, princess. You’ve barely started paying off your daddy’s debt. Now, do you wanna make a start, or do you want a drink first?”
Mara shook her head, and he laughed. “You think I’m gonna fuck you, but you’re wrong. When I said you’d be paying for your daddy’s debt, I want pain. I want blood.”
Mara’s butt quivered in pre-emptive agony. She knew what that meant when it came to her husband. He was going to spank her, and while she liked spankings, it was hard to look forward to them—they really, really hurt.
She listened as Derek undid his pants and sat on the bed beside her, his tattooed thighs like tree trunks. “Turn around. Get over my lap.”
