Page 23 of Rawest Venom

“I just wanted to get to know you before we…” Moving past him, I let a painted fingernail drag along his chest before wiggling my hips as I glide inside.

“If you don’t want it in your ass, you better stop shakin’ it at me.”

Ugh! The only reason I put a hard stop to something with Rainier is because Iknewhe wouldn’t be able to respect a boundary. It’s a test. Plus, I just don’t think I can stomach his average penis in my asshole. Butt sex isn’t my favorite.

Turning around, my breasts jiggle as I wait for him to approach. When he does, I pull his shirt out of his pants and slowly undo the buttons one at a time. Gazing into his eyes, I ask, “I bet you have to defend the fields a lot.”

He grunts, then takes a thumb and pulls down my corset enough to expose one nipple. Brushing it gingerly, it hardens under his touch. “You want to role playintruder, is that it? We sometimes get them from the south gates. You want to be a Southie chick? They’re nice and slutty, like you.”

“Yeah…big guy. Where do I enter from?” Peeling off his shirt, he stops my hands before I can undo his belt. His arms wrap around my waist and loosen the stays along my back. Finally, I can breathe.

“From this one big oak. I’ve caught a few men there, but never a hottie like you.” Done with my top, he tugs it down my body, freeing my breasts. “And now you need your punishment.” The jingle of the metal buckle on his belt makes me nervous, not fully trusting that he will stop if I tell him to. Sliding the leather out of his pants loops, he folds it in half and snaps it a few times in front of me, the sound making my pussy salivate like Pavlov’s dog. Just conditioning. Walking past me, he stands next to the side of the bed and beckons me with a nod. “Come bend over and let me show you what we do to thieves.”

My thighs brush together as I waltz toward him and fold onto the bed with my butt up to the sky, palms spreading out to clutch the plastic sheet covering the mattress. His fingers roughly lift my mini skirt but leave my lacy black thong. The first slap of the belt is shocking, causing my legs to quiver. An exaggerated yelp leaves my lips.

His husky voice looms over me. “How many do you deserve, you think?”

“I-I don’t know, sir. How many do you usually give to trespassers?”

A warm palm grips my back cheek roughly wherehe’d just swatted before he gives me another on the opposite side. “Hmm, I don’t normally spank them, but your ass is too fine to leave white. Can’t wait to mark it all red, then stick my dick inside.”

My head whips to look at him. “I said no anal.”

“Right, right. I forgot.” With another swat, I gasp for a breath before blowing it out through puffed cheeks. He’s definitely not playing around.

After a few more, grunting from deep within his barrel chest with each smack, his big finger digs around my panties, pulling the crotch aside to fumble around my slit. “Fuck!You’re wet as a river. You love pain, huh?” But before I can answer, he slides some of the evidence of my arousal from my pussy to my back hole and presses there.

Clenching my cheeks together, I yell, “Hey!”

My disgruntled exclamation is met with an open-handed smack on my ass cheek as his waist pushes into me, holding me on the bed. “Relax, relax.” Shuffling his clothes off, his hard dick lines up with my entrance.

I try to scramble away, but he holds me with his arm. “I also said you needed to wear a condom.”

His hot breath lands in pulses on my back as he chuckles. “I thought you said you wanted me to put a few babies inside you.”

Whipping my head around, my mouth gapes at him. “Not now!”

“I’m clean. Everyone here is. Had to get tested to become a member.Relax.” His dick wiggles up against my entrance once more, but my torso twists out of his grip.

“No. Wear a fucking condom or nothing.”

“Jesus. You’re more than a brat; you’re a fucking headache. I should tie you up, use the crop, and take that ass. Maybe then you’d calm down.” Despite the protest, he reaches for a bowl of rubbers on the side table.

“I’m done.Turgid. No, thank you. Have a great time by yourself.” Lowering my skirt, I stoop to gather my corset, but his large palm grips my bicep before I can.

My hair catches in his grasp, and I have to turn to look in his hate-filled eyes. Spittle flies from the corners of his mouth as he asks, “Where the fuck do you think you’re going?”

“I said the safe word. I don’t want to play with you anymore.” My eyes dance over his thick digits still clutching my bare arm. The tightness of his squeeze will surely leave bruises tomorrow.

His expression darkens as he smirks at me. “You love pain so much I guess I gotta force you into this, don’t I? Is that what you want?” My face screws up in disgust. He’s so gross. Part of mehopeshe’ll try something.

“No. I’m telling you no. And if you try to make me, you’ll regret it.”

With a challenge in his glare, he snags me around the waist, tossing my body across the room and onto the bed before he makes a giant leap to land on top of me. His sweat smells like Old Spice, which only makes the nausea of being around him that much worse.

Locking my thighs around his waist, I roll to get on guard before he can steady himself on the cushion of the mattress. Using the heels of my palms, I thrust bothinto his eye sockets with quick jabs as he cries out, trying to stop me by gripping my wrists. My knee jams into his groin, and I jump up to a stand and kick his nose in with the toe of my boot until blood spurts and he spits it out.

Rainier curls up on his side and sobs in agony. Hopefully, I didn’t get any of his blood on my skin. I don’t need his sort of infection.

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