Page 89 of Queen Of WildCards

“Nowhere’s what’s going to happen,Ace,”Idrawled, the gun waving around to punctuate the words spilling from my mouth. “You’regoing to sit still and take it like the good dog you are, andI’mgoing to show you what it feels like to have your choice taken from you.Tobe held at literal gunpoint while your body betrays you.I’llmake you desperate for a reprieve while your body rushes headlong toward a release you don’t want.”Itapped his cheek with the barrel of my gun when he looked away and grumbled under his breath, bringing his eyes back to me. “Ifyou behave, maybeI’lleven let you get off.”

Hiseyes were blown, pupils dilated, and his breathing erratic as he leered at me, jaw tight and body rigid. “Soyou’re going to rape me, is that it,MissStanton?”

Ismiled at him and slipped my shorts down my legs, letting them pool on the floor, not a care in the world to whether or not they’d be wearable whenIgot done here. “Youcan’t rape the willing,Ace.Youtaught me that.”

Isaw the defeat and resignation slide into his eyes the second his own words slammed into his head.Likea boomerang coming home, those words hit different when you weren’t the one saying them.

“Fuckyou,” he spat, his eyes drawn to my legs even as his shirt fell over my thighs and hid everything from view.

“Youwill, soon enough,”Ireturned, a smile on my lips and a laugh bubbling in my throat. “Andyou’ll love every fucking minute of it.”

Hispants were tight across his obvious erection, andItook pity on him, freeing the fucker from the confines of his slacks with a flick of my wrist.Thatcock sprang free, and he hissed as the cool air hit it, my eyes widening as it throbbed against my hand.

Hislips thinned as he stared me down, much like a cobra preparing to strike, whose fangs had already been removed.Heheld no bite, andIwasn’t afraid of him anymore.Temporarybravery, but bravery nonetheless.

Hisshoulders tightened as my free hand caressed his thigh through the soft fabric of his pants, earning a responsive, eager jerk from his member and a moan between pursed lips.Hewas fighting this, but we both knew he wouldn’t win.

AndIdeserved every fucking minute of his eventual surrender.

Mybody fell flush against his asIstraddled his waist and sat down, lips curling upward as his cock brushed against my folds, still twitching and eager, though he pretended he wasn’t.Butthis wasn’t about to be over that easily–he hadn’t made it easy on me, soIwasn’t about to make it easy on him.

“Doesn’tfeel like you’re fighting me,Ace,”Iwhispered, lips at his earlobe asInipped at the cartilage there, rocking my hips against him as he bit back a groan.Prideswelled in me–Iwas about to bring the leader of this group to his knees for me, and all it was going to take was one good ride. “Goahead, fight me.Iwant you to resist.”

Hiseyes never left mine any time they were within view, and the fire burning in his steely gaze had my pussy clenching on air, desperate for his particular kind of beast to break free and ravage me.

Theothers were fun, no doubt about it, butJokerwas sweet,Spadewas fast and rough,BlackJack–well,Iwasn’t sure what he was, butIhad the feeling he’d be the soft one.Acestruck me as a man whose body could bend you until you broke, pleading for the privilege and thanking him for the abuse.Hehad a sinful mouth and a rabid stare that reminded me of being chased by a dangerous animal, andIwanted to be caught.

Ineeded to be caught.Somethingin me, something broken, needed to know that even the beast could lose control.ThatIhad some semblance of power.

Weboth knew any imagined power was nothing more than an illusion, but it was an illusion that would serve my psyche well.

“Youwant this, don’t you,Ace?”Itaunted, arching my back as my tits pressed against his chest and my hair cascaded over my shoulders and down my back. “Toostubborn to admit it.”

Hisanswering growl had me wetter than a fucking water hose. “Idon’t want you,” he snapped, eyes narrowed near to slits, lips curled in a snarl. “WhenIget free–”

Itrailed a finger down the side of his neck, the gun barrel mirroring the move on the opposite side. “Whenyou get free,I’msure there will be hell to pay, but for now,I’llhave some fun, and who knows?MaybewhenI’mdone, you’ll forget all about punishing me and stop denying what we both know to be true.”

“Youshrinks are all alike,” he groaned, his hips rocking up into mine despite him. “Thinkingyou know what’s in my head just because you’ve got a fancy license.”

Imoaned wantonly as his thick cock slipped between my folds and teased at the juncture of my thighs beneath the shield of his tee. “Fuck,Ace, if fucking me isn’t what’s on your mind now, you’re a terrible liar.”

Hedidn’t answer that one, too busy fighting the obvious truths that played out across his face–his eyelids drifted shut as his head fell back, and he groaned at the feeling, the deep rumble doing things to my insidesIwasn’t even prepared for.Hisshoulders strained the belt’s leather as he fought to put his hands on me, and a tiny part of me reveled in his state of constraint.

Itwas a fitting comparison for the way he’d held me in contempt, in check, sinceIfirst arrived here.

Irocked forward and lifted my hips just so, letting his cock notch against my opening, teasing myself asIlet just the head of him slip inside my eager, waiting channel.

“F-f-fuck,” he whispered asItook another blissful inch, then pulled back, leaving him dangling right there, a mere hair’s breadth away from heaven.

“Admityou want this,”Ipanted, needing him inside me like yesterday.Iwas torturing both of us now, there was no avoiding it, but it didn’t meanIliked it. “Givein and tell me you want me, and it’ll all be over.”

“Goto hell,” he spat in reply, though whenIrepeated the motion, some very broken and confusing sounds ripped from his throat.Somewherebetween a moan and a laugh, the musical timbre skated across my nerve endings and had me wanting nothing more than to make him make it again.

“Alreadythere,”Iground out, taking another inch of him, pleased when the vein on his neck popped out as he struggled against his bonds. “AndI’mtaking you down with me.”

Whenmy hips rolled once more, his groan ended with a gasp.Sweatbeaded on his forehead as he struggled to maintain his image of self-control, but his hips told another story as they damn near lifted the chair from the ground in his search to bury himself in me.

Hisbody had given up the fight;Ijust needed to hear him say it.

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