“Sawyer, no.Please.”
“You don’t have to pretend you don’t like it. I know you do.”
“It’s too much.” She whines and rubs her heel against me in a hopeless attempt to push me away.
“It’s never too much.”
“Sawyer!”
She gasps as I plunge three fingers inside of her, lifting until she spreads her knees apart on her own. I pump until I feel like she could fit another, then I force my pinky inside, making her squeak in a breath.
Nowit’s too much.
She stays perfectly still, her mouth finally zipped shut. She doesn’t ask me to stop as I work her, each movement slow and controlled. She stretches around my hand, her walls trying hard to keep me out.
“Have you ever been fisted?” I ask, my tone level. Even. As if my cock isn’t raging right now.
“N-no,” she whispers. Fear is thick in her voice, a sweet drop of liquid sugar in the barrel of acid she’s been spewing.
“Do you want to know what it feels like?”
“No,” she’s quick to say. Her breath shakes as she quiets. “No. Please no.”
The smell of fear sours the room, fear that wasn’t here before. Because shewas, in fact, trying to play me.
Now… Not so much.
“You don’t have to be afraid.” I pull my hand from her clit to caress along her lower back. “I hear it can feel great.”
“S-S-S…” she begins, but as I push in deeper. All sound cuts off before her pretty lips can say my name.
Shame.
“I like you, beautiful. I really, really do. That’s why I forgive you for going back on our deal. You were overconfident, and people do silly things when they’re overconfident. I get it.”
She exhales as I pull out, like she was holding her breath. She shouldn’t do that.
“That’s also why I want to be kind to you. And gentle. But you aren’t letting me.”
“I—” Her mouth slams shut as I push in again, squeezing a groan through her closed lips.
“I’m gonna try one more time, Luna. Okay? I really think you have it in you to survive, and we need to bring those instincts out before you go and get yourself killed… Because you like options, and because I’m so nice, I’m going to give you some. I know you like pain, so this should be an easy one for you. You ready to hear it?”
Her head slowly moves up and down, but I don’t accept it as an answer. I shift my thumb to her ass and grip until she cringes. “Yes … sir. I—Please tell me.”
“I’m going to make you come again, but you get to decide how.”
She breathes heavily as she listens. I wait for snark, my chest loosening when none comes.
“Fist or cock, sweet girl… What do you think?”
“Cock.” She spits the word out like it’s spoiled fruit and writhes on the bench as I move inside her.
“Cock?” I hum. “I thought you liked pain.”
“I don’t.”
Go figure.
