Page 35 of Vicious

That part proves to be considerably more difficult, and I struggle to stay afloat. It’s not pleasant, and it’s a good thing we started out with holding my breath underwater because I end up doing that more than I care to admit.

After a few more tries, though, we got to a point where I’m sort of floating. My legs are still half submerged and I’m not sure if it counts, but I can reliably look at the ceiling for more than a few seconds at a time.

“Good job,” Chase says when I move to standing again. “See? It wasn’t so bad. Swimming is a lot of fun.”

“It’s not bad,” I admit, letting out a little yelp as he pulls me against his body.

While I was concentrating on learning how to swim, I’d almost forgotten that we’re naked. Now, with my breasts pushed up against his chest and his cock rubbing against me, I am very aware of that fact.

“I have about ten minutes left before I need to shower,” Chase says with a lazy smile. “What should I do with that time?”

“Feed me,” I say instantly, not liking the look of that smile. I know what it means and what he wants, but I’d much rather get food than have sex.

Hell, I’d rather do a whole lot of other things than have sex, but I definitely get the feeling that he doesn’t care.

Chase laughs and moves his hands to grip my ass, the grip tight enough to hurt. “Don’t worry. I’ve got breakfast sorted. I really wouldn’t want you to starve on my watch.”

Great.

“Don’t you have to shower or something?” I ask. I try to squirm away from his touch, but he doesn’t let me go. Instead, his grasp gets tighter, and I bite my lip to keep myself from letting out a soft whimper.

He pulls my ass cheeks apart and slides one leg between both of mine. “I’m pretty sure I can be fashionably late to my breakfast meeting.”

I struggle to maintain my balance in the water with him crowding me like this, and I realize I’m clutching him for support. He takes advantage of that, leaning in to kiss me. All I can do is freeze, feeling his cock pressing firmly against my leg, and I know it’s just a matter of moments until it’s inside of me.

“I’ll give you a blowjob,” I burst out. I don’t want him fucking me. I’m still so sore, and I’d rather have more control over what he’s doing.

Chase chuckles and kisses me again. “That’s a little ambitious, don’t you think? You can barely hold your breath underwater and now you want to give me a blowjob in the pool?”

I pale at that, quickly shaking my head. “No. I mean… We can get out of the pool,” I suggest hopefully, trying to pull away from his kisses. His hand goes to fist my hair, though, keeping me close so he can continue kissing me again and again.

I realize with a start that he’s slowly pushing me toward a deeper part of the pool. I’m more submerged, and I need to stand on my toes to reach the bottom of it now. “Chase, I mean it. Let’s get out of the pool.”

“Wrap your legs around my waist,” Chase orders, completely ignoring me. “I’ll keep you safe from drowning.”

“Chase!” I swallow hard, panic rising within me as he continues. “Chase, please don’t. Please. I don’t… I can’t…” I cling to him hard, reluctant to wrap my legs around him but finding it’s the best way to keep myself above the water.

He smiles at me. “Don’t worry. I’ve got you.” His hands tighten on my ass and before I can even blink, he pulls me down onto his cock.

I gasp at the sudden penetration, shocked at how much it burns despite the fact that we’re in the water. Water isn’t a substitute for lube.

Chase’s expression stutters with pleasure once I’m fully seated on him. “Fuck, you feel amazing.”

“It doesn’t… it doesn’t feel good for me,” I say, clawing at his shoulders as I try to get him to let up on me. At the same time, I’m afraid he’ll drop me if I struggle too much, and I don’t know what to do to get him to release me.

“Yeah, keep clenching like that,” Chase says. He kisses the side of my neck, before biting down on that same spot.

I involuntarily squeeze my legs—and cunt—tighter.

To my mortification, my body is starting to produce its own natural lubricant. I don’t know how it’s possible, given my terror and the pain. A small voice in the back of my mind taunts me that maybe those are the reasons I’m getting turned on.

“P-please,” I whimper, but I don’t know if I’m wanting him to stop or continue at this point.

Chase groans and starts moving my hips up and down. It’s an awkward movement, and I cling to him, clenching tight at all the wrong times, and all that does is send more pain and pleasure ratcheting through me. He goes between kissing and biting me, too, with no pattern I can determine.

All while I’m stuck here, in the middle of the water.

I’m trapped in an ocean with a shark, I think hysterically, as more pleasure builds in my pussy.

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