Page 31 of Vienna Bargain

Her pussy glistened with arousal. She could fake the moan, but she couldn’t fake this.

He stared down at her pussy, fighting back the urge to unfasten his pants, free his rock-hard cock, and fuck her. No more teasing and preparation, just take her hard and fast.

And maybe when he did, he wouldn’t feel so stupid. Stupid and angry and sick at what he was doing to her.

He shut those thoughts away even as he mastered the urge to free his cock. He would deny himself that, but what he could not deny himself was touching her, penetrating her. Without giving her any warning, he shoved three fingers into her pussy.

She cried out, back arched, ass lifted off the bed. She was tight around his fingers, and he wondered if it had been too much, if it hurt.

The idea made his cock throb.

Then Alena’s heels slipped off the bed, her butt hitting the mattress, unseating his fingers.

“Heels against your ass,” he commanded, breathing fast as he crouched and yanked open a drawer.

“Sir,” she moaned, “please let me…”

He rose, several rolls of black tacky medical wrap in hand.

“Heels to your ass.”

When she didn’t obey fast enough, he grabbed her leg, fingertips hooked under the chain below her knee, and yanked her leg up.

“Ouch!” She tried to pull away, but he held tight, forcing her heel to her ass.

Alena hissed and started to roll to the side. He pressed his hip against the side of the bed, between her legs, his body only centimeters from her wet pussy.

She started to wiggle again, her breathing fast, and for the first time he forced her. He forced her to hold still as he wrapped the tacky medical bandaging around her upper and lower leg, forcing them together. The tape-like open-weave wrap stuck to itself, and when he released that leg, though he saw her muscles strain, she wasn’t able to straighten the limb.

As he worked he’d been ignoring her demands that he stop, and her other foot pushing against his side and back.

Now he turned, planted his hands on either side of her waist, and leaned over.

“You think telling me to stop will work?”

Alena’s breasts heaved as she panted. Her pupils were wide, and as he looked down at her, she licked her lips.

“I think you’re a sadist, and pretending you’re not is stupid.”

He reached down and tweaked her nipple. “Mind your manners.”

She hissed at him between gritted teeth as he twisted her blood-infused nipple.

“Your pussy is wet.”

“That’s no excuse for what you’re doing to—Ah!”

He’d switched to the other nipple, twisting it hard enough to cut through her statement.

“I don’t need an excuse,” he murmured. “You’re mine. You chose this.”

“What you offered me was no real choice.”

“It was.” He pushed up and grabbed her other leg. “But you thought you could control me.”

“I didn’t think that. I thought you were—”

He found perverse pleasure in not letting her finish a sentence. This time it was a swipe of his thumb across her clit that stopped her words.

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