Page 28 of Vicious

“I might be persuaded to keep an eye on him. If you can promise to play nice.” I thumb both of her nipples and watch her face intently.

Her lips part slightly, and she takes a few seconds to respond, “What do you mean by playing nice?”

“No escape attempts,” I say, continuing to play with her nipples. “And no attempts to harm me.” I chuckle, and add, “But you’re allowed to argue and fight. That just makes it more fun.”

“That sounds entirely too reasonable,” May says, her voice catching slightly.

“I am reasonable and accommodating,” I answer. I know she doesn’t believe me, but in my line of work, I’ve learned how to find the compromise that benefits everybody—but especially me.

I let go of her and sit up to undo my belt and fly. May’s eyes track my movements, and I make a small show of pulling my half-hard cock out of my boxer briefs. I give myself a long, slow stroke.

Our eyes meet, and she quickly looks away. I laugh. “Are you suddenly shy? You’ve already gotten acquainted with my cock.”

“That doesn’t mean I want any more to do with it,” she mumbles. Her cheeks fill with color, and she bites her bottom lip. “Or with you at all.”

I move to kneel between her legs and run my hands up her thighs. “Do you want to play along right now? Or do you want to fight me? Either way, I’m going to fuck you, Ah-May.”

“I don’t ever want to give you what you want,” May says, still squirming like that’s going to make a difference at all. “What happens if I don’t do either? You told me I couldn’t try to escape or hurt you. You didn’t say I have to do anything other than lie here like a dead fish.”

“I guess if you don’t react at all, I’ll have to try to get reactions out of you.” I push her legs apart to expose her cunt to me. She’s shaved the way all the girls at Ntimacy were, but a few hairs are starting to grow back. “That could be fun, too.”

May scowls at me, trying to push her legs back together. “If you want me to fight, then you should untie my hands.”

I laugh, amused by her sass. “I’m sure you can figure out how to fight me without the use of your hands.” I line myself up and smile down at her. “Are you excited? I’m going to come inside you, sweet May. I’m going to fill you up and mark you as mine.”

Her eyes alight with sudden panic, she shakes her head vigorously. The understanding of just how I’m going to mark her has her reacting more beautifully than I could’ve hoped for.

She kicks at me, trying to dislodge me with a sudden fire. I tighten my grip on her legs, delighting in how she still tries to struggle away from me.

It doesn’t prevent me from thrusting into her tight cunt. I groan as she writhes, which only makes her convulse around me deliciously.

“No,” she whimpers, shaking her head. “I don’t— I don’t want—” She can’t kick me, and her attempts to buck me off fail miserably.

“What?” I taunt her. “You don’t want me to come inside of you?”

“No!” she says, breathless as she continues to try to fight me off.

There’s something more primal, more real about her reactions like this. I don’t think she’s pretending to fight me.

But I do feel it when the slide gets smoother, when her pussy gets wet and welcomes me in. I groan and thrust faster, doing my best to vary my thrusts and angles to keep her unable to anticipate me.

“Your body wants me,” I taunt her.

“You’re delusional,” she tells me, her fingers curling into fists as she struggles against the bindings around her wrists. “I don’t want you, my body doesn’t want you, I—” I must hit an especially pleasurable spot inside of her, because her eyes go wide again, and she lets out a surprised little sound.

I pointedly drag my cock against that spot again. Her breath hitches and her cunt tightens around me once more, sending pleasure sparking up my spine.

My hold on her left leg loosens, and she takes that opportunity to pull it away from me. She tries to knee my side, but I manage to catch it last minute with an amused laugh.

It helps that all this movement has only driven my cock further into her. It’s like she wants to milk me dry.

“Lovely May,” I say as I dig my fingers into her knee.

Even though she winces, her cunt clenches around me again—so I do it again, my nails digging into her skin to make her body react.

“Stop!” she begs, but the word is laced with a moan.

Fuck. I’d known from the first moment I’d laid eyes on her that she was perfect. She was made for me—whether she wants to believe it or not.

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