Selling fear for the sake of my empathy—empathy she’d claim I didn’t have?
“Please.”
I could laugh.
Instead, I smile sadly while trailing her hair line with my thumb. We’re two con artists caught in a game of survival—one of us with twenty extra years of experience. It’s so unfair, it feels wrong to be having fun. “Please what, sweetheart? What do you think I’m going to do?”
She blinks but doesn’t answer, just keeps that puppy dog look on her face. Slowly, I pull my hand away and stand. The girl whimpers as I pull her legs apart to situate myself on the end of the bench, resting her knees on my thighs.
I put pressure on her calves until her knees bend and her hips shift forward. Her pinned body digs into the cushion.
“Is it such a horrible thing to make you come?” I run my knuckles up the backs of her thighs before working two fingers inside her clenched pussy, tight with tension butwarm,her earlier arousal smoothing my stroke. “Am I so cruel?”
“Yes.”
“Yes?” My fingers pump a few times before pulling out to swirl moisture around her clit. She tenses, and her legs try to press together. I dig my hand into her thigh. “Don’t you think there are worse things in this world?”
“No.”
The certainty in her tone makes me pause. I let out a chuckle before continuing to rub.
“You think just because you aren’t hitting me, this isn’t torture. But I can take pain. I’d prefer you hurt me.”
She’d prefer I hurt her.
I seriously doubt that.
“Unfortunately for you, I’m not abusive.”
She barks out a laugh while shifting her hips, trying to get away as I work my hand between her legs to fuck her with my fingers. She’s breathless and angry when she speaks. “You’re as delusional as the women you’ve brainwashed.”
I hum and pretend to let the comment roll off me, quickening my strokes ever so slightly.
But it doesn’t roll off. They never have. My life has become this endless defense against accusations and misunderstandings from people who believe they knowmylife andmyfriends or “victims” better than I do.
Maybe they’re right. Maybe I’m delusional.
Frankly, it’s too late to matter.
She lets out a growl that could be a mewl as I pump my fingers faster, harder. Her back jerks against the straps holding her down, and her hips wiggle earnestly, searching for escape.
My cock thickens.
“What’s the point in struggling, beautiful? What do you think you’re going to accomplish?”
I fit a third finger inside. My skin heats as blood pumps faster through my body. My cock bulges through my shorts until it’s painful, but I don’t dare give it a moment’s attention. I keep all my focus on the girl.
She doesn’t answer me. I hope it’s because she can’t.
Her mouth opens with a moan as her legs part a centimeter, then another. Her body slowly betrays her, winding up until it can’t wind anymore.
“It’s okay to come,” I say, my voice breathy. “Come for me, Luna.”
She clamps her lips shut, but she can’t stop herself from doing as I command. Her hips tremble as a deep moan tries to free itself from her mouth. Her pussy clenches my fingers as my hand wets, Luna’s rich scent carrying into my nose.
I don’t smile as I breathe in. Don’t even close my heavy eyes. I don’t feel smug or satisfied. I feel … blank. My mind—for once—goes quiet, raw need clawing at my chest, straining my cock. More animal than man.
Clearing my throat, I try to collect myself. Wait a beat. Then use my middle finger to push her hood up, finding her clit once again.
