“Ryder!” she snapped, half plea, half curse.
I made a show of it, holding her gaze as I slid my fingers between my lips, tasting her arousal. Her eyes widened, breath catching as I sucked them clean. Then I leaned in close, lips hovering over hers like I was going to kiss her again. “Beg me.”
“Fuck you,” she growled, straining once more against the grip I still had on her wrists.
“Impatient, are we?” I teased, voice low and mocking. “Just so you know, I have women throwing themselves at my feet, ready to choke on my cock. So this whole reluctance thing isn’t doing it for me.”
After applying just a touch more pressure to her wrists, I let her go.
She blinked up at me, startled at the sudden freedom, just in time for the sound of fabric tearing.
“Keep your hands against the wall,” I ordered. Her fingers twitched, following the command like a good little submissive. “Or this stops.”
Her dress split open beneath my hands, her breasts spilling free in all their glory. The fabric fell around her as if it was a paid actor, floating to the floor along with her lace to reveal her soft waist, thick thighs and perfect pussy. Iimmediately pinched her nipples, tugging on them roughly while her cheeks flushed.
“Beautiful,” I murmured, almost reverent, before plunging my hand between her legs. “Now, beg me.”
Instead of words, Violet spread her thighs wider, grinding against my hand like she could take control of this little game.
“Oh, you still think you’re in charge?” I flicked her clit, then pulled away just long enough to slap my palm hard against her pussy.
She cried out, the sound cracking into a moan as I slipped back inside, stretching her open with three fingers. Her walls clamped down, tight and greedy, her voice breaking louder with every thrust. She could pretend all she wanted, but her body already knew who she belonged to.
“Last chance, Violet,” I growled, whispering the rest directly into her ear. “Beg me, or I’ll walk away and leave you alone, needy and desperate.”
Her body arched as though every word wound tighter inside her, but still she fought it, jaw clenched in stubborn silence.
I smirked, already pulling back, ready to make good on my?—
“Please.”
It was barely audible, a broken whisper that cut through the air and stopped me cold.
But it was enough. Enough to make triumph curl in my chest, and enough to make her hate herself for giving it to me.
Which was fucking perfect. Because this was what I craved. Breaking her down until she couldn’t think, only feel. I got off on dragging out her moans, forcing her body to come by my hand. This wasn’t just about sex; it was about power.
And nothing turned me on more than knowing I was the one who decided if she shattered.
Accepting this job had seriously fucked up my carefully constructed, gluttonous life. But I always got what I wanted, and turning this bright little sunshine girl into just another notch on my bedpost felt like the perfect punishment.
A fuck today, forgotten tomorrow.
I didn’t stop this time. Reading her body as I dragged her to the edge. She unravelled fast, melting into a puddle beneath my hands, her moans spilling out in a rhythm that was almost musical. Her head fell back against the wall, blonde hair fanning out like a halo.
An angel being devoured by the devil.
“Come for me,” I ordered, the command tearing through the last of her resistance.
She shattered instantly, soaking my hand as I wrung every drop of her climax from her, refusing to let up until she was trembling and undone. Only when my own cock ached did I finally step back, barely in control but still the one holding the reins.
“That’s two for you,” I murmured, stroking my thumb over her cheek before gripping her jaw. “It’s about time we evened the score… don’t you think? I’m not usually this generous.”
I yanked my T-shirt over my head and tossed it aside, my hands immediately dropping to my jeans. My cock sprang heavy and thick, straining with need. I wrapped my fist lazily around the shaft, giving it a slow, deliberate squeeze as a bead of pre-cum welled at the tip and slid down, proof of just how badly I wanted to use her.
Violet clung to the wall, legs trembling just to keep her upright, her wide eyes locked on me.
I let my thumb brush over the bar piercing the head, flicking it with a deliberate tease. “Don’t worry, blondie,” Idrawled, smirking at the way she swallowed hard. “You can take it.” I stepped closer, letting the weight of my words hang between us. “Now… on your knees.”
