“Says the woman who drinks my cum so beautifully.” His hand slid inside my pants so smoothly, I wasn’t quick enough to stop him. “Let’s prove how wet you are.”
“Remo.” I panicked, shoving his chest, desperation giving me strength that I didn’t have.
No match for him, though, I groaned when he grabbed my hands and pinned them behind my back, his body pressed against mine. “I can feel you tremble. Scared?” It took a second or so to feel flexi cuffs tighten around my wrists, not surprised he carried them with him. “You need to learn a lesson, little fox. I take what I want.”
“Untie me.” Struggling was useless because another second more and his hand was back inside my pants.
“I thought being tied up and have your pussy fucked would be one your fantasies?” His fingers skimmed the top of my panties, leaving a blazing trail in its wake.
I stiffened, trying not to give him the satisfaction of seeing me respond. “This is rape–”
“Broken record.” His gaze were pinned on the movement of his hand as he slipped a finger inside my panty, pausing there fora moment, his eyes flicking up to mine, the black pupils almost eclipsing the blue irises.
“Stop, please,” I begged, fearing my response to his touch more than the discovery of how wet I was.
His brow shot up, his smirk full blown. “I’m a man who never quits halfway.”
I glared at him and it was the wrong move because with his eyes locked with mine, his fingers parted my wet folds and slid into my pussy.
“Fuck,” his hiss filled the room as his finger grazed over my clit.
I closed my eyes, shuddering so hard, I had to lean back against the wall, not even bothered about the uncomfortable position.
“Is this for me, little fox?”
I felt his hand leave my pants and opened my eyes to Remo’s arrogant smirk, and his glistening fingers so close my face, I jerked my head back. Instead of admitting defeat though, I scowled.
“Proved your point?”
“Open your mouth.”
My eyes widened. “What?” Before I could gauge his intention, he gripped my jaw and squeezed, forcing my mouth open. He pushed both fingers into my mouth and leaned closer. “Taste what I do to you, savor your need for me.”
I struggled against his hold, barely sampling the salty taste of myself before he was sliding that hand back into my pants, the other gripping my throat and squeezing. He pushed a finger into my pussy, his thumb pressing down on my clit.
I let out a shocked gasp, clenching around the digit. “Stop.” I squirmed.
“Your pussy wants something else,” he exhaled harshly. “You’re so fucking wet.”
“Go to hell”
“Only if you come with me.” He circled my clit and I closed my eyes, my breath hitching. “Your body knows what you want. What you need. Say you want to come.”
I turned, using my shoulder to push at his chest, it was futile. He didn’t move, his grip on my throat tightening. I opened my mouth, trying to breathe.
He leaned in. “Say it and I’ll let you breathe.”
“No,” I shook my head, trying to close my legs.
With a soft chuckle, he pressed a knee between my thighs, the pressure on my clit harder now. “Moan for me and I’ll give you air.” He squeezed my throat tighter, his finger slowly thrusting in and out of my pussy.
I bit my lip, trying to stifle a moan. “Stop,” I whispered, lifting my eyes to meet his. “Please. You’ve proved your point. I was wet.”
He dipped his head, his lips brushing against my ear, his breath hot on my skin. “For who?”
I swallowed, trying not to glare. “For–”
He pushed in a second finger and my knees buckled, my pussy clenching as he massaged my clit, with the right pressure and insane control I’d never felt before. A shudder wracked my body and the moan slipped out.
