Page 31 of Slaughter

I close my eyes tightly. “That means if I tell you to meet me at the fucking door on your knees when I come home, you are naked and waiting, ready to suck my cock. If I tell you to be naked lying in bed with your ass up in the air, that means be ready to get fucked in the ass.” My body trembles as he removes his fingers before pushing them in again. Slowly. Taunting me. “That means if I tell you no, you shut the fuck up. Do you understand?”

He removes his fingers, and I wait for them to enter me again, but instead, I hear the sound of him unclasping his belt.

It’s so loud, it’s deafening in the silent dining room.

Then he hits me with it on my bare ass.

I cry out, fighting against his hand holding my face down while standing up on my tiptoes as it slaps my sensitive skin. The bite feels like a thousand bee stings.

“Fucking answer me!” he roars, hitting me again.

I knew that one was coming, so I managed to swallow the sob that comes up, but I can’t hold back the tears that spill down the side of my face and onto the table. And I hate that I like them. I hate that my pussy is wet.

“Yes,” I croak out.

He slams the belt down on the table beside me, and then his hand is back between my legs. And I close my eyes tightly, embarrassed that I like the way he is treating me. Like a cheap whore. Just as he said I was.

“That’s my good, Bunny,” he whispers when those fingers enter me again, spreading me. “You’re so fucking wet,” he growls.

I rise on my tiptoes, letting out a strangled moan while he roughly works them in and out of me. My heart is pounding, cheek throbbing, and my breath quickening.

“You’re just full of surprises.”

His hand tightens on the back of my neck, and his fingers pick up their pace. The tears continue to slowly fall, but my hips start to move back and forth with his fingers, needing more. The table digs into my hips, bruises already forming, but I don’t care. That feeling that I’ve been missing for so long is building. No matter how many guys I’ve slept with, none of them ever made me come like him.

Fuck!

He removes his fingers quickly, and I whimper in protest. He picks the belt up and lets go of my neck with his other hand. I think he’s gonna spank me again, but instead, he grabs my hands and pulls them behind my back. Quickly, he wraps the leather around my upper arms, pulling them together tightly. Arching my back, I bite my lip to keep from crying out from the pain.

He ties it off and then his free hand goes back to holding the side of my face down against the table. I swallow as wetness pools between my legs. I’m so wet I can feel it running down my inner thigh.

He steps back into me, and I hear his zipper being lowered. I suck in a breath when I feel the head of his cock press against my soaked entrance.

“Tell me to stop, Bunny,” he whispers roughly.

And I know he’s fighting the same internal battle that I am.

I hate him!

He hates me!

But right here, right now, we both want what we’ve been missing for years.

“You have to say the words,” he growls, getting impatient.

No matter how many times he wants to slap me around, he would never cross this line. He would never fuck me unless I allowed it. And I fucking want it.

“Fuck me,” I whisper, pressing my ass into him. “Please, Avery …”

I whimper when he spreads my wet lips open to accommodate his large size, my words trailing off.

I expect him to shove his cock into me and take me rough and fast like he did with his fingers. Instead, he surprises me by slowly sliding inside me like he did the other night. And that makes it worse.

New tears come to my eyes at the feel of him, and it takes what little breath I have away.

“Fuck, Bunny.” He breathes pulling his hips back, and I whimper. “I almost forgot how good your cunt feels.”

I never forgot how good you felt.

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