She isn’t wrong, but I can’t give in and offer more than the minimum she’s willing to take. “What kind of number do you have in yourhead?”
“I’ve already told you. I want twentykeys.”
“That’s too high, bebelle. You have to negotiate withme.”
“Actually, I don’t have to negotiate with you atall.”
“I want it, but I won’t give you twenty.” I could lose her tonight if I agree to twenty. The odds are just too much in her favor. As much as I want my cock inside that tight hole, I can’t take that kind ofrisk.
She comes to me and takes my hand, turning it over and placing the leash inside my palm. “You want it, but I also know that you don’t just simply want it so you can get off. You want to fuck it hard and see me cry because you’re stretching me sowide.”
The Dom inside of me wraps the leash around my hand, and uses it to pull her close to me, face-to-face with my mouth touching hers. “When I take your ass for the first time, you will cry, bebelle. Real tears. Because I won’t take it gently. I won’t care that it’s your firsttime.”
“Do it, Tristan,” she whispers. “Fuck me until Icry.”
Fuck! Does this woman realize that she’s toying with one of my deepest, darkest desires where she’sconcerned?
Of course, she does. That’s why she’s doing this—offering me what I want most in the world so she can pull those twentykeys.
And leaveme.
My cock is throbbing behind my boxer briefs and sleep pants, and I have this intense desperation inside that begs me to say to hell with the consequences. Tears and a tight hole, two of my favorite things. I should take what she’s offering. The proposition might not come aroundagain.
But twenty out of the remaining eighty-seven keys? That’s almost a twenty-three percent chance of pulling the right one. She has an almost one-in-four chance of clearing her debt and leaving metonight.
How lucky do Ifeel?
I’m a gambling man, and I fucking love winning when the odds are stacked againstme.
“I’m going to tear your ass up, and then after you pull those twenty keys and none of them work, I’m going to tear it up again while you’re bent over my desk, crying and begging formercy.”
Her lips curl around her teeth as she tries to contain her happiness. She really thinks that she has just earned her freedom. “You’re only partially right, Tristan. You may tear up my ass once, but then that padlock is going to pop open, and I’m going to walk out of this house. I’m never going to see you again aftertonight.”
Those words feel like a harsh slap across myface.
“We’ll see,bebelle.”
I glide my hand down her satin-and-lace corset and cup my hand over the soft exposed lips between her legs. I push a finger through the center and this time find that her pussy is soaking wet, causing my cock to throb for her. My little submissive is aroused, and the struggle to keep my hunger for her under control is nearly too much totake.
I touch her engorged clit, and she bites her bottom lip as she softly moans and adjusts her hips forward, a silent plea for me to give her more. “You like that, don’tyou?”
The tip of her tongue comes out, flicking between her naturally peachy-pink lips. “Ido.”
I cease the movement of my fingers and she whimpers, clear indication that my torture is having an effect on her. “Ohplease.”
“Please what?” I prod, coaxing her toplead.
“Please don’tstop.”
Emma Lia hasn’t been treating me as her Dom lately, but she’s going to now. “Beg me for it, bebelle. And tell me what you don’t want me tostop.”
“Please touch me.” She tilts her hips upward, causing my fingertips to drag over her clit. But we’re not playing that game. I want to play something entirely different. Every sensation that she feels, I want it to be so intense that it makes her forget the pain she feels when I push my cock into herass.
I move my hand, depriving her of my touch altogether. “What is it that you want me totouch?”
Her throat bobs when she swallows. “Myclit.”
“You know that those two barely whispered words aren’t going to cut it with yourDom.”
