Page 118 of Cruel Riches

I let out a sob as heat flooded through me again. “You wanted to catch a monster so badly that you became one yourself.”

Nate laughed. “How profound.”

I let out another sob, and he smirked as he looked down at the pathetic wild creature I’d become. I rocked back and forth as much as I could in my restrained position, trying to get some friction somewhere to relieve my lusty mania.

“Please,” I begged. “Untie my hands. Just for a minute.”

His eyes turned stormy, and he ignored me and moved behind me again. I was caught off guard by a hard smack on my ass, followed by several more blows in quick succession.

I cried out, but not because of the stinging pain. The mere touch of Nate’s hand on my skin made stars supernova in my vision as my tightly-wound nerve endings exploded with pleasure. I wanted more. Needed more.

“Do you want more?” Nate asked in a low voice, somehow knowing exactly what I was thinking.

I gasped and quivered, oozing with need. “I—”

Before I could blurt out ‘yes’, I cut myself off. I couldn’t agree to it. Couldn’t degrade myself like this. I’d promised myself I would never beg this man for anything, and I’d also promised myself I wouldn’t have sex with him.

Almost immediately, I started rationalizing things in my lust-fogged brain.

This wasn’t sex. It was just a slap. Or a few slaps. It was fine. It didn’t have to lead to anything else, and it helped to scratch the unbearable itch inside me.

I pushed my ass back, seeking out Nate’s touch like an animal in heat. “Please,” I whispered. “Do it again.”

He brought his hand down on my ass, and a moan bubbled up my throat.

“More!” I gasped, cheeks flooding with heat.

Nate smacked me again, harder this time. “You’re not going to come from this,” he said.

It wasn’t an order. It was just a statement, and he was right. It wasn’t enough.

“Please, Nate,” I whimpered. “Help me.”

One hand moved between my legs, stroking my wet folds. When he pressed a finger right up to my soaking entrance, I quivered. As much as I didn’t want any part of him inside me, my body was demanding it. Screaming for it.

“You know what you have to do,” Nate said, his voice sinfully low. “It has to be your choice.”

“No. Don’t make me do it,” I begged. “Please.”

“I won’t make you do anything. It’s all up to you,” he replied, dragging his finger away from my entrance and trailing it down my thigh.

Another voice whispered through my core. More rationalization. Nate’s fingers inside me didn’t count. It wasn’t proper penetrative sex.

“Touch me,” I murmured, dropping my eyes to the floor in shame.

“Like this?”

The finger returned to my entrance, and I gasped as my blood boiled with lusty need. “Yes!”

Nate slipped the digit inside me, followed by another. My eyes squeezed shut as they moved in and out, painstakingly slowly. Torturing me. I was so wet, so desperate, so empty.

“You need more, don’t you?” Nate said, curling the fingers inside me until I jolted and gasped.

A sob wrenched itself from my mouth as I considered it. Yes, I needed more. But I couldn’t give in all the way. Couldn’t admit how badly I wanted to be fucked. I wanted it so much, and I felt like I might die if it didn’t happen, but I would lose every last shred of my dignity if I did.

You already slept with him once,a dark voice whispered in the back of my mind, trying to rationalize things yet again. What’s one more time?

“Yes,” I finally mumbled.

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