Page 26 of Violent Delights

Chapter 17

Joseph

She explodes on my hands with such a force that it looks as if she might lose consciousness again. I know how to get a girl off, but every time I do, I’m met with the same accusing look that she’s casting at me now. This face of indignation and confusion that tells me only one thing: you’re not supposed to be this good.

But very few have been as responsive as Ruby. She was glistening wet before I even touched her between her legs, and she began quivering as soon as I started fingering her. Bending my finger inside of her was all it took to send her over the edge, finding that magic spot that seems to be a myth to other men, and to most women, as well. And yet it works so well.

I can feel her tension squeezing around me, her tight pussy clenching around my fingers as she’s overtaken by waves of pleasure, arching and straightening her back, while her hands dig deeply into the sheets, grasping them for dear life.

Her breath only calms down slowly, and I can see a single drop of sweat traveling down the side of her left temple. I withdraw my fingers and make sure that she’s watching when I lick them clean, relishing the taste of her juices. Of course, she blushes at the sight and casts me another exasperated look.

“You’re sick,” she breathes, but her eyes are passing right through me as she says it. Those words could be directed at herself just as much as at me.

“You’re delicious,” I retort, making her squirm with shame.

She tries to gather the towel around herself to cover her body and shield it from my hungry eyes, but I hold her back by grabbing her wrist.

“I didn’t say you could do that, did I?”

She frowns at me.

“Of course,” she whispers. “You’re not done with me, are you?”

I laugh at her words.

“I won’t be done with you for a long time,” I say. “We’re just getting started.”

I let go of her wrist and get back up on my feet, now looking down at her, as she’s sprawled out in front of me, completely naked except for the collar around her neck.

She looks up at me, fighting the urge to shield herself from my gaze. I can see her arms and legs twitching, moving ever so slightly, but never daring to cover herself up.

“Did you enjoy that?” I ask her. The question is redundant, but I need her to confront her pleasure. I need to see how honest she is.

She shakes her head. “No, I didn’t.”

I raise my eyebrows, cocking my head from one side to the other.

“I think you’re lying to me,” I say. “Your body is more honest than your mind.”

“You tricked me,” she hisses.

I laugh. “Tricked you? How?”

Little Ruby blushes, unsure what to say. She looks like a young virgin who just had her first orgasm. This lady set her mind on playing a certain character, and she sticks to it no matter what. She’s so convincing at conveying her role that I would even consider giving her a raise. She’s far too good to be nothing but an elaborate prostitute.

“With… that,” she says, waving me off. “Whatever you did there.”

She flinches when I climb on top of her, forcing her to lay back as I hover above her, placing my hands next to her pretty face as I lean down close enough for our noses to touch. She freezes, her gray-blue eyes sparkling with fear and curiosity alike, as they lock onto mine.

“I made you come,” I whisper in her face. “And you loved it. Stop lying to me.”

She inhales audibly, objection dancing on the tip of her tongue.

“You liked to be touched like this, you liked to be ordered around, you liked my tongue on your greedy pussy,” I continue. “And you were begging for so much more, clenching around my fingers, yearning to have my big cock inside you. Weren’t you?”

Her chest heaves under me as her breathing accelerates and her cheeks glow with pink heat. She slowly shakes her head, biting her lower lip as if to prevent herself from saying something stupid.

“What will you do to me now?” she asks instead of answering my question.

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