Page 47 of Rat Race

My face heated. Cam sure knew how to push my fucking buttons. But I had a reputation. As turned on as I was, I couldn’t just bend to their every command. I might have felt like a bitch in heat, but I didn’t need to act like one.

“As if you could,” I seethed. “You’re clumsy and probably don’t even know how to?—”

“Now, darlin’, we both know that ain’t true.”

They reached between my legs, their arm still pushing on my throat. My head was getting lighter and lighter, but that only intensified the feeling of their hand coming into contact with my clothed cunt.

They let out a groan that had electricity zapping up my spine.

“You’re downright sinful, you know that? A temptation I should never give into.”

“Yet here you fucking are,” I said, my breathing getting heavier. “You think your god will forgive you for giving in? Or maybe you’re tooscared.”

Their eyes flashed. Oh fuck. I should use the god thing more often.

“My own fucking ruin,” they whispered, and the words that were supposed to cut into me like knives felt more like hot, open-mouthed kisses. “Maybe going to hell will be worth it.”

Their fingers ran down my folds. There was no teasing anymore. They were touching me. Taking what they wanted. I spread my legs for them, but they just stood there. Staring.

“Are you just going to stand there or are you?—”

“Safe word is bubble gum,” they hissed. “Now say it so I know you can still breathe.”

I gritted my teeth, not wanting to take any direction from them. Pings were going off on my tracker. I could just hear them over the racing of my heart.

It reminded me just how exposed I was. I imagined their eyes roaming my body. Their hands running down their bodies as they watched me get fucked with a fervor they’d never felt before.

“That’s the stupidest fucking—” I was cut off with a gasp as they pulled down my shorts before ripping off my stockings and underwear. Their movements were fast, sure. Their fingers pushed through my folds with ease.

This is really happening.

I needed more. Their teasing was driving me insane. I needed them totakeand take hard.

“Say it.”

Their command had my cunt fluttering. My mouth dried up, and it took great effort to swallow against the pressure of their arm on my throat.

“You’re so wet.Achin’, aren’t you?” they asked, their tone more like a purr. “Just say it, and I'll relieve that ache for you.”

I’m more than aching.My body was absolutely vibrating with need. The feel of their fingertips against my folds had me quickly turning into the wanton version of myself I showed on the internet.

But this time it’s real.

Cam had somehow turned my body into putty, and I was too glad to be used by them.

My hand loosened around the bat, and, just as it was about to fall, Cam grabbed it from me. I whined at the removal of their fingers from my cunt. I had forgotten I even had the bat and cursed myself for not dropping it sooner.

They held it up for me to see.

“We aren’t doing this again,” they warned. “No more killing. Be a good girl. Listen to me, and I'll reward you. Okay?”

Good girl.I was far from that and had never been called it in my life. There was something so sinful in the way it fell from their lips and felt like more of a curse than a praise.

I clamped my mouth shut to stop whatever noise was about to force itself out. My body wasn’t listening to me. It wanted more, and with one wrong move, I would make a fool of myself in front of millions.

A smirk pulled at their lips like they could read every thought that passed through my mind. Like they knew just how much my body wanted to give in, but how my mind wouldn’t let it. They put the end of the bat to my neck, trailing it down my body.

“I’m in control here. You can try to fight it, but you won’t win.Now say it.”

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