Page 15 of For a Price

My pussy.

“STOP!” I erupt and thrash on the floor, jerking left and right to fend him off.

He simply grins wider and holds me down with one hand. His other shoves its way between my thighs and cups my pussy through my denim jeans.

“Mmmm,” he hums, the sound thick and husky. “Is this the kitty that’s purring? Does she want to be fed?”

“Nononono!”

“I will give you a choice, devochka, my little kitty cat. I want to feel this pussy,” he growls, bending closer, hovering over me as if about to kiss me. “Tell me you want me to. Or I will call up the sovietnik and tell him to come get you.”

You asshole…

The choice isn’t really a choice. He’s well aware as I peer up into those amused, glittering sapphires.

Yet my pussy throbs. My pussy’s responding to his depraved threat.

I’m pretty sure I’m wet. Ugh.

“Asshole.”

“What was that, devochka? A yes… or no?” he asks, his palm still groping my pussy.

“YES!” I yell bitterly from behind the duct tape.

He chuckles. “I thought so. This will be fun for both of us.”

My body tenses up as he holds my gaze and slips his hand down the front of my jeans.

Inside my panties.

His fingertips pause on the fuzzy patch of hair I have on my mons pubis.

He feels the coarse little hairs as if intrigued and aroused all at once, still staring at my face unblinkingly.

Startlingly.

Then his fingers slip lower to my pussy lips.

I watch the muscle in his jaw tic… and heat burns me up from the inside.

Why does this feel so intimate? Why does it feel strangely tender that we’re staring into each other’s eyes as he feels my pussy while I’m bound and gagged?

He runs his fingers along my labia and I almost cringe from shame. Awareness dawns even in the subtlest ways in his expression. The knowledge that I’mwet.

Not just wet.

I’m soaked.

Clit-throbbing, thigh-clenching, flushed-skin kind of soaked.

“Devochka,” he says in his deep voice, speaking the term almost like a musical note. “You are wet for me. My little cat is purring just like I thought.”

I bow up off the ground as he slips a finger inside me. My eyes round and my heartbeat doubles.

He continues watching my face in fascination, like he’s captivated by every detail about me. I can’t help giving him more.

My pussy walls flutter around his finger. More flush breaks out on my already burning skin. Pleasure must flicker across my face and my chest shudders out a shaky breath.

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