Page 124 of For a Price

I would be mimicking what they did to me by putting a wig on.

But Roman’s taken one look at me and he can’t keep his hands to himself.

Another shudder rolls through me as he tugs off my t-shirt and then I tug off his. We’re both shirtless as our hands fumble for other pieces of clothing. He drags my leggings off one leg at a time and then impatiently nudges my panties to the side to make room for his thick fingers.

I gasp at the sudden intrusion.

His fingers on my pussy.

His mouth’s kissed its way up my throat, across my jawline ’til he’s reached my ears.

“Such a slick pussy,” he growls, nipping at my ear. “Fuck, kitty cat. I missed touching you like this.”

Roman circles my clit with expertise, his touch light yet effective. My lips part for a moan, the rest of me caught up in the tingles that spread.

And then the present disappears for moments that have remained stuck in my head for days now…

“I want you to pleasure yourself. Don’t be shy.”

The words echo in my head while Roman rubs my clit and then kisses my jaw. “You’re so wet, kitty cat. This pussy is about to be wrapped around my cock.”

“Now,” the smooth voice says from the darkness of my blindfold.

I’ve gone stiff as a board.

My hand creeps between my thighs after seconds go by and I realize if I don’t do it, he will.

Or he’ll punish me.

Roman slides two thick fingers inside my pussy and returns to my mouth for more kisses. His lips that only seconds ago felt so addictive now leave me feeling numb.

“Mmm…” I fake moan, hoping it sounds real.

But the man who’s purchased me slams down his drink and gets up out of his chair. He comes closer, his shoes thudding on the wooden floorboards.

“You are pretending,” he says, standing over the bed. Then he grabs my wrist to pry my hand from between my thighs. He replaces my hand with his own. “There will be no pretending.”

I’m paralyzed in place as his fingers explore my folds.

His fingers press down on my clit and the tingly sensations build…

No.

No!

NO!

“I SAID NO!” I scream suddenly like a feral cat. I launch my hand at Roman, sharp nails slashing at his face.

He staggers half a step back in total shock.

We’ve gone from passionately kissing and fondling each other to me clawing at him. My nails have left three deep scratch marks on his cheek.

For a startled second, we both heave air into our lungs and gape at each other in echoing silence. I’m speechless from how I’ve lashed out. He’s speechless from being on the receiving end of it.

He slowly touches the cheek I’ve clawed, the expression on his face one I’ve never seen before. He’s truly thrown off by my reaction.

I force my gaze away and blink back the sudden onslaught of tears. “I’m… I’m so sorry, Roman. I just… I was just thinking…”

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