Page 61 of Wrong Pawn. Right Capo.

“I’m not going to take this off simply because you say so. What the hell’s wrong with you and these d—”

I don’t finish the sentence when the towel drops from his waist.

His huge cock is standing erect, gleaming with precum and, from the looks of it, it’s straining painfully against his legs.

My thighs clench at the sight. Oh. My. God! That thing must be at least eight inches long!

He takes slow steps toward me, reaching out to grab my dress with two fingers and pulling me into him.

“I don’t take no for an answer, Principessa. You must know that by now.” Then, without warning, he turns me around so that I’m facing the bed, bends me over, and sends a thick smack over my thigh.

“Ugh!” My clit throbs violently in response.

His fingers reach in between my thighs, a satisfactory groan tearing past his lips as he swipes my yet-again-soaking pussy right through the clean lace of my fresh panties. No matter how much I despise him—or at least try to—it seems like my damn pussy can’t get enough of him!

“Take the fucking dress off, or I’ll rip it myself.”

My hands reach to take the halter off my neck, allowing the dress to slip down my legs.

“Now get on the bed.”

I climb onto his black bed as he reaches into his bedside drawer, taking out a couple of strange-looking… things.

“W-What are those?” My throat clenches in anticipation.

He turns to me, a mischievous glint in his eye. “They’re my toys.”

When he turns on a vibrator—that I do know—a groan escapes my lips. What the hell does he take me for? Then he takes a couple of collars, too, climbing onto the bed.

Why the hell does he keep collars anyway?

“Hands.”

“W-What’s going on?” My eyes widen in nervousness.

His eyes soften, something I’ve never seen before. “Do you trust me?”

No is at the tip of my tongue, but I nod my head instead.

He reaches over to grab some of his ‘toys.’ “This is a soft flogger. And these…” He pulls out what looks like pins, “…they’re nipple clamps. Tell me to put them away, and I will. But then you’ll be left wondering what it feels like to have a real man drive you to the edge of your sanity and pull you back.”

My head bobs up and down again, both curiosity and excitement, with a bit of fear, thumping in my chest. At this point, my body is at this man’s mercy, and my mind has no control over anything it does.

He takes my wrists, clamping them together with one of the collars. Lifting them above my head, he turns on the vibrator, then lifts my legs until my knees are high in the air, and he’s staring right into my dripping pussy.

“If you feel uncomfortable, just say your worst day of the week.”

I keep nodding my head even when there are a thousand and one questions I want to ask. “It’s…it’s Monday.”

“And if you love it, your best day.”

“Sunday.”

He presses the humming weight against the slick skin between my thighs, stimulating every sensitive nerve from my core to my toes. My eyes snap shut, reveling in the pleasure building up within me.

“Talk to me,” he growls, his voice heavy with need. I snap my eyes open.

“Sunday.”