Page 15 of Unholy Night

I whimpered as he pulled my tank top all the way down to my waist. “Fuck. I also knew you’d have the prettiest pink nipples.” He rolled his thumb over each one and all the hairs on the back of my neck prickled. The pressure he applied was soft while the pads of his fingers were rough.

I released his thumb with a pop. “I don’t usually do stuff like this…”

He wrapped his hand around my throat. “That’s why you’re wound so tight, darlin’. But I’m gonna get you nice and relaxed. Now take off your pajama bottoms so I can get a good long look at your sweet pussy.”

My heart was bobbing between my throat and my stomach. I had just cum multiple times from two different dudes, but I was a greedy bitch and I wanted Roman to make me cum too. I was worse than an addict. I was a fiend.

With trembling fingers, I took off my boots and slid my pajamas down to my ankles. I rested my hand on Roman’s shoulder as I stepped out of each leg.

“Turn around in a circle for me,” he rasped.

I did so without hesitating, relishing in the fact that he was ogling my naked body like I was his to own.

“Good. Now get down on all fours.”

I did, not caring if any of the others were watching. I secretly hoped they were. The bolder I got, the more depravity I craved.

He ran the tips of his fingers gently across my back. “Spread your legs farther apart.”

As I widened my stance, my knees started to ache against the hard wooden floor. The pain only added to my arousal. “Roman…” I begged.

“Shhh. Relax.” He walked behind me and slid his hands up the back of my thighs. “You look good on your knees. Good enough to eat.”

My pulse kicked into high gear at the tickle of his fingertips sliding down my ass crack. “This is torture,” I whispered.

He laughed. “I’m a masochist.” He pulled my ass cheeks apart and I yelped as he pressed his hot tongue against my hole. He flicked the tip inside, sending shivers over every inch of me. No one had ever been back there before. No one.

“You like that. Good.” He stood up again and walked around me twice more. “Let’s see what else you like.”

Before I could protest, he slid a black bag over my head. Panic spread through my veins. “Roman, I can’t see. What the fuck?”

He rubbed my back gently. “That’s the point, darlin’. Now get lower for me. Spread those legs wider.”

As I lowered myself, spreading my legs as far as they’d go, my knees burned from digging into the wood. And then I felt the rope wrap around my wrists and tighten, binding them together. I tugged against them and began to thrash when I realized I couldn’t get away. “This hurts, Roman,” I whimpered.

“Shh. The pleasure will be worth the pain.” He shoved my head down to the floor, holding it firmly in place with one hand while grabbing a fistful of my ass with the other. “You’re a feral animal, Easton. Like a wild horse that needs to be broken.”

He wedged a thick finger inside my asshole, sending a deep spasm of pleasure to my core. He pumped it in and out slowly while shoving another finger inside my pussy. “You look like a filthy fucking whore. So fucking sexy. You’re taking it so well for me.”

I couldn’t see what was happening. My wrists and knees were no doubt marked and bruised. I couldn’t scream for help even if I wanted to. And a part of me wanted to. But not because I was scared of Roman. It was because I was scared of myself. This fantasy I had… it was wrong and sick. “Let me go. I don’t want to do this anymore.”

I bucked as a hard slap came down on my ass and his fingers inched deeper inside both of my holes. My clit throbbed with need and ache. “But you’re so fucking wet, darlin’. And I’m just getting started.”

Oh, dear god. What have I gotten myself into?

Another slap came down against my tender flesh, but the stinging only made my clit throb for more. “I’ve been wanting to teach you a lesson ever since you opened your filthy mouth.”

I moaned at his words. Why is this turning me on?

“Mmm, still want me to stop, darlin’?” he asked as he see-sawed his fingers back and forth between my ass and my pussy.

My body was shaking, trembling, sweating with pure carnal lust. I was about to collapse. “Fuck… I can’t… I don’t… know.”

Without warning, he withdrew his fingers, untied my ropes, and ripped the bag off of my head. “Get on your back.”

I flipped over, grateful to have the pressure off my knees. My belly knotted as I looked up to see the crazed look in his eyes, the menacing snarl on his lips. “Please…”

“Are you begging me to stop or to keep going?”

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