Page 23 of Branches of Betrayal

“I want it rough. I want you to fuck me hard, to leave me with marks and bruises from the woman I love to erase the ones from anyone else who’s touched me.” She licked her lips, already desperate for Hadina’s touch. “I want you to help me release the rage beneath my skin so that I come undone with your name on my lips.”

“Como quieras, mi amor.”

Hadina crashed her lips against Peyton’s, her fingers tightening in Peyton’s hair. With her free hand, Hadina got to work and began to tease Peyton’s nipples, twisting and flicking the sensitive points with delicate cruelty.

Peyton groaned as Hadina bit down on her lip hard, drawing blood as a metallic tang laced their desperate kisses. She reached out to touch Hadina, her hands fumbling to remove her clothes. Hadina laughed against her before she looked down and ripped her shirt open in one tug, buttons flying across the room.

“So messy,” Peyton admonished.

“Just like you’re about to be,” Hadina retorted.

Peyton grabbed at Hadina’s breasts through the lace of her bra, relishing in being able to touch her like this again. She roamed her fingers across Hadina’s beautiful skin, all smooth contours and beautiful curves.

She was so enamored that she let out a soft gasp when Hadina’s fingers brushed her aching pussy through the thin material of her panties. She knew she wouldn’t last long under Hadina’s expert touches and perfect teasing. The woman was a master at giving orgasms.

“God, I’ve missed touching you,” Hadina said on a whisper, almost like she hadn’t meant to say it aloud.

Climbing off her, Hadina flipped Peyton onto her stomach. Her hand connected with Peyton’s ass in a hard slap, causing her to shriek as a wave of pleasure rolled over her. Obviously pleased with her response, Hadina slapped her other ass cheek, hard enough that Peyton could feel the welt of her handprint. Her pussy weeped as she moaned, shoving her ass back in a desperate attempt to make Hadina slap her again. Hadina happily complied.

She could feel herself starting to lose control, all her pent up anger seeping out as Hadina touched her, claimed her. It was what she’d wanted and more—Hadina never failed to deliver.

“More!” Peyton cried out, begging to be used.

Hadina’s answering laugh was a dark, twisted thing that sent shivers up Peyton’s spine in excitement. She felt a hand wrap around her throat, pulling her up onto her knees. Hadina’s fingers tightened around her column and Peyton’s breasts heaved heavily. She began to work them herself, twisting and tugging at her nipples and massaging aching skin.

“That’s it, baby. Play with those gorgeous tits while I pay some attention to this glorious pussy,” Hadina groaned into her ear.

Slipping a finger between her folds, Hadina began to slowly—punishingly so—work her. Instead of trying to tease and stretch her out like she normally did, Hadina thrust two fingers inside her straight away and Peyton cried out in blissful satisfaction. Hadina pressed her thumb against Peyton’s clit, working it hard as she thrust her fingers in and out of her pussy in tandem.

Peyton threw her back against Hadina’s shoulders as she rolled her hips, creating a delicious friction and riding Hadina’s fingers as they pumped into her. Hadina responded by tightening her grip on her throat, pressing just enough to make it harder for Peyton to breathe. The combination had her almost ready to fall off the edge.

“I didn’t tell you to stop touching yourself. You wouldn’t want me to have to stop since you’re being naughty and not listening to my instructions, would you? Do as you’re told,tentadora.”

Peyton bit down on her lip at the menacing edge to Hadina’s voice, though she could hear Hadina’s own breathlessness. She was getting off on this as much as Peyton.

Doing as she was told—because there was absolutely no fucking way she’d let Hadina stop now—Peyton went back to massaging her tits, digging her fingernails into the soft skin as Hadina added a third finger to her rigorous treatment of her pussy.

“That’s my good girl. Look at how well you do what I tell you. Are you ready to come for me?” Hadina asked.

Peyton nodded, her voice catching in the back of her throat.

“Use your words.”

“Fuck, God, yes! Hadina,please!” Peyton begged, her voice catching as her breathing constricted under Hadina’s grip on her throat. “Make me scream!”

Tears slipped down her cheeks as waves of pleasure rolled over her, her whole body trembling and aching for release. Hadina chuckled at her wheezing begs and pressed a kiss to the side of her neck.

“Don’t forget—I’mthe only one who gets to mark this pretty skin,” she whispered in her ear before biting down and sucking on Peyton’s shoulder.

The combination of pain and pleasure was too much for Peyton to bear and she cracked, diving off the deep end. She screamed out, Hadina’s name falling out of her lips like some sort of chant as she soared higher, ecstasy enveloping her entirely.

Hadina loosened her grip on her throat and used that hand to tilt Peyton’s face to the side. She captured her lips in a rough, messy kiss as she continued to pump her fingers into Peyton’s soaking pussy until she had ridden her orgasm out completely. When she eventually pulled her fingers free, Peyton wanted to weep at the lack of them inside her.

She must have made a noise of protest because Hadina laughed against her lips, before she brought her hand to her mouth and licked Peyton’s juices clean off her.

“Don’t worry, baby,” Hadina said, grinning at her, “That was just round one. You wanted rough and messy and to get your rage out? I’ll have you screaming all night until you don’t have any voice left.”

Peyton shivered and let her body fall back against Hadina.

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