Page 23 of Violent Cravings

“So, um, what happens next?” she asks.

My hand is still on her thigh, and I can tell she’s genuinely aware of my touch. The knowledge that I could fuck her right her and now is agonizing.

“If you agree to do this –”

“You know I do,” she interrupts me.

I raise an eyebrow at her.

“Impatient, are we?” I ask. “You better watch that tongue, doll.”

Her eyes narrow and she lifts her chin in a clumsy attempt at defiance.

“Make me,” she hisses.

The terrified gasp that escapes her lips when I reach for her throat is the sexiest sound I’ve ever heard. My hand closes around her dainty neck and I push her back against the cushions of the sofa, while forcing myself beneath her skirt with the other hand. She’s too perplexed to struggle, but her hands instinctively fly up to her throat, clawing at mine in a futile attempt to free herself. Her gesture is anything but convincing, especially considering that she does the exact opposite with her legs. A single pinch at the inside of her thigh suffices to beckon her to open up for me, granting me more than enough leeway to caress her soft lips through her soaked panties.

“You may not like the name, but you are a little slut, aren’t you?” I hiss, my face so close to hers that I can feel her erratic breath on my lips. “Look at you, so wet and hungry for my cock.”

She moans when I pull the fabric of her panties to the side, invading her private area with an impatient force that conveys my need for her. I part her soft lips and stroke along her wet entrance. She presses her eyes shut in shame when a slick sound reveals her arousal. Her mind is struggling, screaming for her to resist my invasion, but her body betrays her. I don’t know if she does it willingly, but her hips move forward, egging me on to fuck her with my fingers.

I laugh and shake my head.

“My, my,” I say, drawing one last desperate gasp from her by deliberately caressing her hardened clit when I withdraw my hand. “Will you be a good girl for me now, or do I need to spank you, too?”

The flicker in her eyes tells me that a spanking sounds more like a promise than a threat to her right now.

So cute.

I let go of her throat and sit back on the sofa, nonchalantly reaching for my glass to take another sip. She remains in her indecent pose, her legs partly spread, her hands absentmindedly wandering to her empty throat, and her eyes wide with wonder as she stares at the ceiling above her.

This is all new to her. Whatever she just felt, she’s never felt it before, and it scares her as much as it excites her.

What a lucky man I am.

“Will you be good from now on?” I ask her, mainly to rouse her from her dazed state.

She clears her throat and slowly sits back up, placing her arm on the backrest of the sofa as she faces me. I can tell that she wants to fix her skirt, but she resists the urge, deciding not to push me any further.

Her green eyes lock me down and I can see her vibrant mind working behind them.

“Yes, I’ll be good,” she says, still trying to catch her breath.

“Where do I sign?”

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