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I can't help myself. She's way too into this not to want more. "Are you sure this is all you want?" I slowly push the dildo back into her pussy before adding, "You don't want my cock buried inside of you, stretching you with my girth and filling you with my length?" I push the dildo inside of her to its full length. My fingers just barely brush her wet lips, and she gasps before moaning and laying back on the desk, but she doesn't relent.

"Fuck me with that dildo, or I can finish myself. The rules have not changed." Fuck.

I have so many things I want to do to her right now. Slap her, bite her, kiss her, taste her, and fuck the sass right out of her. That last thought has me pulling my cock hard on a groan. I continue pushing in deep because, while she may have gasped from the initial intrusion, she's more than enjoying it now. "Touch your pussy, Vi. Do with your fingers what I want to do with my mouth."

I'm no stranger to going down on a woman. I want to take that sweet bundle of nerves between my teeth and suck hard as her pussy chokes my fingers while I pump her through an orgasm. I want her sweet juices covering my tongue so I can taste her after she is gone. Fuck, I'm not going to last. I've fantasized about having her spread out for me like this for months. In my dreams, I was buried balls deep, but I'll take this for now. I know the next time it will be my cock inside of her, and this pink dildo will be in that tight ass, as punishment for her obstinance now.

As her fingers rub slow, methodical circles over her clit, I notice the rise and fall of her chest slow, signaling she's on the brink. "Fuck, Tate. Don't stop. I'm close."

My god, this woman undoes me. I want to give her what she wants so bad, but I can't. Not yet, anyway. I'm doing this my way. Her eyes are closed, her cheeks flushed, and her mouth is slack when I pull out completely. Vivian's eyes quickly open, and the blaze of fury I see in them is almost palpable. Her breaths are ragged as her chest heaves before she props herself up on her elbows and says, "What the hell, Tate?"

Bringing the dildo to my mouth, I lick it from base to tip, keeping my eyes locked on hers. I know I'm being used. She said as much in the rules. She's back for Ellis, but I'm the one she's with now, and I'm going to make sure she knows it.

"So fucking good," I say as I take another lick. "You have two choices, babe: eyes on me or this pretty pussy. I may not be your man, but I'm the one making you come." Her lidded eyes stay locked on mine, but her lips give me no response, so I ask, "What's it going to be?"

"Put that back in my pussy and find out."

I can't help but squeeze my cock hard. Fuck. The challenge and fire in her eyes is enough to make me come on the spot. I can't help the slight smile that lifts the corner of my mouth, and because this is no longer just a game, I don't care that she sees it. I want her to see me so that she'll give me more of her.

With the dildo in hand, I slowly bring it back to her entrance, in zero rush for this moment to end. For now, her eyes are on mine, and I'd be lying if I said that's not where I want them to stay. I need to get behind the mask she firmly keeps in place for everyone. I'd venture to say that even Ellis doesn't know the girl behind the veil. But I'm confident her focus will be on my hand the second I push in, and I'm okay with that, especially for what I have in store.

As expected, on the first thrust, her eyes drop to her pussy and the movement of both of my hands. The one stroking my cock and the one delivering her pleasure both compete for attention, but it's my cock that wins. "Like what you see, baby? You like seeing how fucking hard you make me?"

Her hand returns to her clit where she starts rubbing those circles again, but this time, they are not slow. I pick up the pace of my own strokes as I work her over, ensuring I come with her. I need to come with her. "Yes, Tate. Fuck yes."

I see the exact second she comes. Her eyelids struggle to stay open, and her hand all but stops rubbing her clit as her orgasm takes hold of her. Suddenly her eyes flash to mine, and the second they do, I'm a goner. The softness I see there owns me, and I come undone. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," I stammer out as I come hard, shooting ropes of cum all over her pretty pussy. Then, pulling the dildo out, I rub it through her folds, mixing the evidence of our arousal before pushing it back in, needing to claim a piece for myself, and she notices.

Grabbing my wrist, she stops me. "Tate, you know what this was. Don't make it harder." Before I even get a chance to process her words, she scoots off the desk and grabs the shirt she was wearing earlier to wipe herself clean. I make quick work of tucking myself back in as I watch her take the soiled shirt and stuff it back in her bag before picking up a black top.

I've just finished buckling my pants when I look up and find that what I thought was a top isn't a shirt at all. Instead, it's a fucking skin-tight black spandex mini dress. She's rounding the desk heading my way when she stops, pats my chest, and says, "Thanks. I needed that."

And without another word, she walks out.

Chapter 5

The Viper

Sebastian followed me home after he saw me grabbing coffee with Tate last Friday. I saw him watching me from across the street. I knew it would only be a matter of time before he figured out what I was up to with Blush. Hell, the place is only a few blocks over from Covet. It wasn't a coincidence that he just happened to be sitting there. Looking back, his coffee date was probably intentionally planned as well. I didn't leave the shop that night because I felt scared or threatened. I left because I wasn't going to let him cow me into believing I'm not worthy of Ellis simply because he saw me having coffee with another man.

After he found me on the pool deck, he threw me into my room, took away my ability to reach the outside world, and locked the door. I spent the last week living off a box of granola bars I just happened to have in my closet and tap water from my bathroom sink.

The first day of confinement was quiet, but it wasn't anything I wasn't used to. However, experiencing that type of treatment as an adult threatened to send me into a panic attack. I left home and cut off all ties with my past to never be in this position again. That first day I tried to distract myself so the walls didn't feel like they were closing in on me. I reorganized my closet, hung up all my clothes, and straightened up my room and the bathroom. On day two, my anxiety spiked, and I lay curled up in a ball in the center of my bed, refusing to believe I was confined to four walls once more. But by that evening, the dynamic changed. I was no longer subjected to silence; my nights were suddenly filled with delicious moans and tantalizing cries as I listened to Sebastian fuck women against the door and on the floor for what felt like hours. Every smack I heard him land on a woman's ass made my thighs clench.

On the third day, my afternoon was once more spent in solitude. It was during that afternoon, as I thought of more ways to busy my mind and keep my demons at bay, that I discovered what game Sebastian was playing. When I sat in front of my nightstand to straighten it out, I found Pink Petey wasn't in his case, hidden in the back of my drawer. No, he was lying right on top of my journal, and I know I wouldn't have left him out like that. He is cleaned after every use and tucked back away. I may not be the best at hanging my clothes or putting my makeup back in its bag, but Petey gets the VIP treatment. That's when I knew I was being set up.

As I stared at Pink Petey, it dawned on me that I was being watched. Closing the drawer, I got up and went to the bathroom, into the toilet room, specifically to think of my next move. It was clear he was trying to set me up. He wanted to catch me masturbating.

Masturbating alone isn't a big deal; that wouldn't bother Ellis but doing it to the sound of his brother fucking outside my door might. Sebastian could spin that story in so many damn ways. But that's not even the worst of it. What hurt was wanting to. What hurt was wanting to be that girl. What hurts more is feeling like I'm no better off now than when I'd left. Knowing I wanted to be fucked hard by my boyfriend's brother didn't sit right with me. However, stumbling upon his plan strengthened my spirit. My days were no longer spent living in the crippling shadows of my past. Instead, they were used to plot my scornful revenge.

When I found the door to my room unlocked this morning, I didn't expect to find my phone and computer on the kitchen island waiting for me. I have no doubt Sebastian went through them in great detail, trying to dig up any skeletons to get me gone. I don't like knowing that he could potentially have pieces of me that I don't share with anyone else, and a part of me can't help but wonder if he unlocked that door because of something he found on my computer. But I dismissed the thought as soon as it came. I'm not that girl anymore. This week proved it.

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Sometimes being alone with your thoughts is the worst place to be, and other times, it's precisely what you need. Like today, when I get to enact my well-thought-out revenge. Sebastian's car not being in the garage when I left meant there was a high probability that he would be exactly where I need him to be tonight.

Driving in to Blush, I had to stop and grab McDonald's. I don't typically eat fast food. Don't get me wrong; I'm all about cheat meals, but I've found that for myself, I have to eat certain foods that fuel my body and give me the energy and strength I need to show up in the gym every day. But today was about eating all the calories and making up for a week of near starvation.

I could kill Sebastian for what he did to me this week. Locking me in my room: eh, whatever, not that bad. Starving sucked, but still, I could take it. No contact with the outside world when I just started this massive project: major problem. I already have to work harder just to overcome a stigma, and this fucker set me back what feels like ten years by taking away my ability to speak with my contractor. I considered giving in to what he wanted just to see if he'd let me go sooner. I thought if I gave him the show he was hoping for, that door would magically unlock, but the risk was too great. Sebastian has no idea what kind of fire he's dealing with. If he thought he was going to get a spark, he was wrong. He's going to get the whole damn flame.

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