Page 115 of Pretty Little Thing

“I’ll push you until you break…” He readies his hand again. “And then, just when you think you can’t take anymore…” The belt swings down and they both strike us again. “I’ll fuck you as hard as I can.”

I cry out in painful ecstasy but Clive slaps his hand over my mouth to cut off the sound.

“Shh,” he scolds. “Bad girl.”

He quickens his thrusts, pounding harder. I moan into his hand, unable to help myself as pleasure spurs in my sex.

“Is that what you want?” he growls in my ear. “To be my bad girl? Do you want me to punish you? Is that it?”

I shake my head as my body betrays me by shoving me toward the edge.

“Don’t come,”he says. “Only good girls get to come.”

I hold back, clenching every muscle in my body to try and quell the relief begging to undo me. “Please…” I beg.

He continues with quick, steady thrusts. “Please what?”

“Please let me come, Mr. Snow,” I whisper.

“If I do…” He draws my chin back. “Then, you have to do something for me.”

I nod. “Yes.”

Clive taps my lips. “If you come, then you have to let me come in your mouth,” he says. “And you’re not allowed to swallow me until we leave this place.” He kisses the corner of my mouth. “Do you understand?”

I shudder, completely taken in. “Yes, Mr. Snow.”

He holds me tighter. “After you, Ms. Payne.”

I dig my nails into the wall along the mirror. Clive moves in me, fucking and grinding me until I’m almost screaming through his hand.

I look through the glass and watch that couple. He’s released his sub from her restraints and he’s holding her the same way Clive held me after. She’s shaking but his tender touch brings warmth to her eyes. I think of that release and how good it felt to be loved in that way. To be held and respected and cared for.

I come hard in Clive’s arms. Every muscle twitches and his solid grip never loosens on me. It’s so safe and secure. I never want to leave his arms.

He kisses the edge of my mouth again. “Kneel,” he whispers.

I fall to my knees, using all of my strength to lift my head and present my tongue to him.

Clive takes hold of his cock and strokes himself. He lays his other hand beneath my chin to tilt me into place.

He comes quickly and my tongue twitches the instant his semen touches my taste buds. I catch every drop of it, forcing myself not to swallow. I wrap my lips around his tip, sucking him clean as he brushes the hair out of my face.

“Good girl,” he says.

He extends his hand to help me off my knees. I pick up my panties and quickly slide them back on as he tucks himself back into his pants. There’s a feeling of urgency. Anyone could walk in here. We’ve done the hard part. Now we just have to get out.

Clive leads me back to the stairwell. We rush down with light feet but voices coming our way bring us pause. I hold my jaw clenched, tasting more of his sweetness with every flinch of my tongue. He pulls me into a dark corner behind the stairs and we wait silently for the employees to wander by.

Once they’re gone, Clive guides me to the back exit again.

We burst out into the alleyway and he instantly holds up a finger to me.

“Wait…” he says. “Show me.”

I carefully open my mouth to prove I’ve been good.

He smiles. “You can swallow now.”

I close my mouth and force it back, feeling it tingle all the way down my throat.

“Thank you, Mr. Snow,” I say.

Clive pulls me in and kisses my wet lips. “Let’s go back to your place,” he says.

I bite my inner cheek. It’s not what I was hoping for but I can’t say no, either.

I take his hand and we rush out of the alley, quickly blending into the crowd.

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