“Ugh,” she dropped her legs. “It’s always your choices we work with.”
“It’s me who decides this. You in or out.”
She looked at me.
“Fine,” her legs went in the air again. “I’ll stay. But this better be the best fuck of my life.”
“Fuck?” I scoffed. “All that shit you put me through the pass few weeks and you think we fucking right now?”
Her eyebrows furrowed.
“Uhm. Yes?”
I gave a light chuckle. “Really? How ‘bout we run everything you did wrong back.”
“Wait—” she said it like she was scared.
I grabbed her legs and pulled her towards me at the edge of the bed. “Let’s see. Stealing my pills. Giving me the finger numerous times. Telling me to kiss your ass. Do you remember that? ‘Cause I remember that.”
“Marlon—”
“I ain’t done,” I spread her legs wider. “You touched me. You questioned me. You hired that TaskRabbit without my permission. And the one that pissed me off the most? You in Wyatt’s lap in the truck.”
I watched the gravity of the situation settle into her expression. “Can we talk about this?”
“Nah,” I stepped away to grab my kit. “Let’s deal with it this way, shall we? No mercy. No breaks. No tapping out.”
“But—”
She got cut off by the briefcase clicking open. “And no talking.”
I took the spreader out first.
“What is that?”
“No questions,” I reminded. Then I walked over to her.
Those big doe eyes looked so curious. So ready. She didn’t care what I did to her, as long as it meant she could stay in my bed.
“Rabbit,” I towered over her. “I’m not gonna be gentle. Last chance.”
She just held her wrists out, like she expected me to secure her hands together.
Cute.
“Turn around.”
If she questioned it, it didn’t show.
When she was on her stomach I secured her arms and legs in the spreader, leaving her in a deep doggystyle position.
Such a perfect view.
I knew that ass was perfect for the kit. The first thing I grabbed was the plug with the ridges.
“You said you did anal before right?”
“Y-yeah. Yes. But, I didn’t really like it.”
