Page 25 of Once Upon A Sale

“I don’t think I ca—” She squeals when I push my fingers inside her again, roughly thrusting them in and out, then hooking them and pressing that sweet spot. She tilts her head back, resting it against my chest, giving me full access to her beautiful long neck.

I bite and lick away the pain again, then pull my fingers out of her pussy and bring them to her mouth.

Growling in frustration, she nips my fingers while she sucks them clean.

“Make me come, please.” She turns to face me after a deep breath to steady herself, the lust in her eyes giving her away. She may be on edge, ready to burst at any moment, but she fucking loves it.

“After.” Turning her back to face the sink, I link my fingers over and through hers and we pick up the first plate.

The whole time we spend washing dishes, I’m gently grinding into her from behind, and every now and then, I make sure to remind her pussy that I’m here by pushing my fingers inside.

The last dirty dish is now clean and we empty the sink of water together, our hands still joined.

“Now can you make me come, God dammit, Rhett? My pussy is fucking throbbing. It hurts. Please.”

Ophelia begging me to make her come is being secured safely in my spank bank material.

“Oh, Kitten.” I kiss the side of her neck, pushing her against the now-empty sink, and slide my hands up her arms to her biceps then across to her perfect tits.

I pinch her nipples, pulling at them through the shirt, and again, she begins to relax back into me, her moans music to my fucking ears.

Then I stop again, ready to play this game with her all day. She’ll soon learn not to be a total brat. Well…hopefully not, because she’s so much fun to play with.

“Oh, you know what? Fuck this.” Ophelia spins to face me once more, then presses her palms against my bare chest and pushes me backward. Right before she tries to take matters into her own hands, leaping up onto the kitchen work surface.

Spreading her legs open wide, she pushes her fingers into her pretty pink pussy and oh, no…this is not okay. I narrow my eyes at her, pushing every ounce of dominance I possess into my growl.

“Oh, Ophelia. You don’t know what you’ve just done.”

Chapter Eleven

Ophelia

“So, what? You’re just going to leave me here?” My words are accompanied by a low growl and I swear to fuck if I could throat punch him right now, I would.

Problem is, I’m handcuffed to the wooden railing on the balcony attached to the loft bedroom. On the plus side, the view is fucking breathtaking. May in Michigan is definitely on a whole different scale than May in Miami. Although, I could definitely enjoy the novelty of cold weather if I weren’t naked and literally freezing my ass off. All I can do to avoid losing my mind is admire the beauty of nature up north. The greens and blues and browns are like a painting or the background of a high definition television, but what’s really taking up all my mental space is what’s happening behind me.

“What would be the fun in that, Kitten?”

I don’t know him well enough to figure any of his shit out. Does he seem like someone who could get off on watching me for hours while I lose my fucking mind tied to a balcony? Heabsolutely does. In fact, I bet he has in the past. Like a deviant dominant who gets off on controlling a woman’s every move.

“I have no idea. I don’t speak sociopath.” Okay, so I may be exaggerating just a tiny bit, but I can’t help it, he brings out this wild, untamed side of me. My entire life, I’ve been able to keep my mouth under wraps, knowing when to speak freely and when to shut the fuck up. With Rhett, though? It’s like he’s got me drugged with true-self serum.

“Well, that’s just hurtful. Have I done anything that’s on your hard limits list?” He knows damn well he hasn’t, fucking prick.

Then it hits. He’s enjoying this. The push and pull, the dynamic I’m setting up that has him learning a lot more about me than I am about him. Yeah, that’s not going to work for me. It’s time for me to be a good girl and let him tell me the story of who he is, for once.

Spreading my legs as wide as I can without feeling uncomfortable, I lean over the railing and give him my bare ass. After all, he pulled me up here by my fucking hair—bastard—and pushed me into the railing with the front of his body against the back of mine. Every inch of him is hard. His chest and pecs, his abs with rolling waves of muscles, the dark trail of hair that peeks out from beneath his boxer briefs are all a prelude to that massive fucking hard on he’s been sporting since I came down to the kitchen earlier.

I know all too well that it’s not padding. His dick is just that big. That thick. That talented.

“I don’t know what you’re thinking about, Kitten, but I suggest you don’t stop.” I smirk at his words, knowing I won’t be telling him that my wet pussy is all due to his big dick energy. Well, not just the energy. The actual cock certainly doesn’t hurt.

Instead of speaking, I give my ass a little shake and earn a slap and back hand, respectively, from one cheek to the other. I don’t scream or cry, I moan long and hard, and to be honest, I’m notsure which is worse. Maybe if he thought he was hurting me, he’d ignore the fact that every fucking thing he does to me feels like Heaven on a silver platter.

“Look at you, begging for this.” Yes, I’m ready for another fuck. I’ve had my fair share of sexual encounters in the most exciting places, but never on the second floor of an isolated cabin in the woods facing a calm, soothing lake with blue skies for miles. Never thought it was on my bucket list, yet I’m crossing it off all the same.

Except a fuck isn’t what I’m getting right now.

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