The feeling of the man I hated the most in this world bringing me this much pleasure while under my control rocketed me over the edge.
Chapter 10
Gods,shetasteslikea fucking dream.
Her fingers still tight in my hair, she pulled me back, my cock twitching with the pain. I didn’t know what was happening. I’d shot and killed people for less disrespect, yet here I was, loving every moment of hers. What the hell was wrong with me?
“Took you seven minutes.”
I huffed at her, making a show of frustration. She’d enjoyed every second of it. The sweet little moans and the tightening of her grip, her nails on my scalp . . . Gods, she’d loved me eating her cunt just as much as I had. “I know the magic my tongue holds, but my cock has so much more.”
I was desperate to be buried inside of her. I needed to fuck her hard and fast. I needed to reassertmydominance.
“Your pencil, micro dick?”
This arrogant bitch.In a bout of defiance to the game we were playing, I pulled her down, her knees crashing to the floor, as I took her hand and pressed it over my hard cock. “That feel like a micro dick?”
I knew I was well-endowed. There were plenty of men who would boast about it, but I’d never felt the need to. I’d been in enough locker rooms to know that I was above average size. There was a slight widening of her eyes as her hand curved around me, but her other pushed me to lie down.
“Get your pants off now.” I blinked in surprise at the demand. I gave those orders, not the other way around. “Don’t make me ask you twice, Pretty Boy.”
Unbuttoning my slacks and sliding the zipper down, I held her commanding stare as I slipped them off and dropped them on the floor beside us. I left my boxers on, which were highly tented at the moment, which did not hide the way my cock twitched at her attention. Glaring at me, she hissed through her teeth. “Boxers.”
My thumbs slipped under the elastic, and I slowly lowered them, letting my cock pull on the fabric. Her gaze lowered down my body, and while she might have been tapping her foot and crossing her arms impatiently, there was no missing the hunger in her eyes.Now I’ve got her.
When the fabric relented and I slipped my boxers off, tossing them to the side, she bent over and grabbed my balls, squeezing hard. “These are mine. Do you understand? Until after the party, these balls are mine. I’ll put them in a fucking cage if I have to. Is that understood?”
My cock twitched against her fingers, and I blinked in surprise. What the hell? In a last chance at defiance, I said, “I’ll fuck who I want, when I want. You don’t own me.”
Her hand tightened, her nails digging into the soft skin. It sent alternating waves of pain and pleasure through me, though, a whimper of that pleasure slipping from me. When I lifted my gaze to hers, she had a smirk on her face. “You can eat out or have whoever you want fuck your ass, but your balls and cock are mine. After the event, I’ll decide whether I will give them back.”
The absolute gall of this woman. She spat on my balls as one of her fingers slid down along the smooth skin underneath them, and when it reached my ass, I couldn’t, nor did I even want, to fight her when she pressed in and moved in and out slowly.
Holy shit, that feels amazing!
She pulled on my balls with each thrust of her finger into my ass. Tipping my head back, I closed my eyes and savored the feeling. “Fuck.”
I was so lost in ecstasy as her finger moved deeper into me. “That’s my good little boy. You love this, don’t you? Love that a woman you despise controls you. Gives you this kind of . . .” Her finger curled within me, and I about lost my load right then and there. “Pleasure.” Then she was digging the nails of her other hand into my balls with another curl of her finger.
“Fuck yes, ma’am. Please let me cum.”
Seriously, what in the hell was wrong with me? I’d never let a woman have control over me like this. I’d always been the one to determine the outcome of everything, in and out of the bedroom. What had this bitch done to me? What was it about this fucking cunt that had me begging her to let me have a release?
Her hand around my balls stopped moving, and her nails retreated from the soft skin, but that finger in my ass . . . She curled and pressed against something that had my back arching and a whimpered groan coming from me as I held onto the restraint to not let the largest load I’d ever released fly from me.
“Not on your life. You do not get to cum until you’ve fucked my pussy.” With a softness that contradicted everything that had previously occurred, she retreated from me, stood, and went to the desk. “Don’t move, and catch your breath, fucker. You’re going to need it.”
I lay there, my chest heaving as I stared at the ceiling. After a moment, I reached down to stroke my cock, but before my fingers got there, her voice came out as growl.
“You touch yourself, I’ll walk out of here, and while you may be able to cum, I can guarantee that it won’t satisfy you.” I opened my eyes to see her standing above me, possessiveness and determination bearing down in those eyes until I moved my hand back to my side. Only then was I rewarded with a half-smirk. Part of me, the part I currently despised, wanted to do nothing more than earn a true, full smile from her.
When I dug my fingers into the carpet, her bare foot lifted and covered my cock, pressing down. I moaned as pain and pleasure molded into one. With my head thrown back, a groan escaped my lips, and my hips lifted to grind against her foot as she smirked down at me. As I ground against her, my dick pulsed as the soft skin of her foot slid over me, bringing me closer to orgasm. As if she knew, her foot lifted, and she straddled my lap. Laying her hands on the sides of my stomach, she slid her pussy against my cock before she stopped and lined me up at her entrance. Her eyes met mine, and I saw the hate and lust there. A smirk crossed her lips before she slammed down, impaling herself. Her head tossed back, and her mouth went wide as she groaned.
“Fuck.” She rolled her hips, her nails digging into my sides. “Who would have thought your cock would hurt so good like this?” I couldn’t help but smile at the compliment, to know that I was the one to give this whore pleasure. Unable to hold back, I lifted my hips. Her nails dug deeper as she muttered, “Fuck me, asshole. Fuckinghurtme.”
“Can I touch you?”
“If you must.”
