Page 67 of Broken Princess

That misplaced sense of ownership unlocks my tongue. “It’s my pussy, I can pass it out like party favors if I want to.”

Why did I say that? This time my fight-or-flight response kicks in, and I try to dart past him to get to the door. He jumps in my path, snatching me by the back of my shirt, hauling me against his chest.

“I was gonna take it easy on you.” He growls against my ear. “Now I’m glad you wanted to do this the hard way, because I’m gonna have fun breaking you.”

“If you think I’m gonna let you fuck me, you’re sadly mistaken.”

“Who said anything about fucking?”

He picks me up, carrying me over to the bed and drops me in the center of it. I bounce once and scramble to my knees, trying to crawl over to the side. He grabs my ankle, dragging me back into place. A pair of silk ropes seem to appear out of thin air. “Get your hoe props off of me.” I screech as he slips the knot over my wrist.

“You wanna act like a hoe, you win hoe prizes.”

“Did you just call me a hoe?”

“Did you fuck, Noel?”

My chin juts out. I’m not answering on principle.

“Stubborn as ever.” He leans forward, pressing his lips to mine, but I refuse to kiss him back. I realize he’s removed my boots and socks when cool air hits the bottom of my feet. His thumb digs into the arch of my foot, as his fingers close over my toes. The massage feels heavenly and I moan into his mouth, realizing too late, the game he was playing. The moment I do, his tongue invades my mouth, tasting and teasing me. Stealing my breath. Hunting for whatever else he can take.

My feet are tingling. The warmth of his hand moves up to my chest. He pushes my sweater up over the swell of my breasts and yanks my bra down. The pull and twist of my nipples, send shockwaves of pain and pleasure, straight to my core. And still he kisses me. I press my legs together seeking friction. His leg hooks around mine keeping my them apart. My hips lift off the bed when he finally releases me from his kiss only to latch onto my hardened nipple, pulling it deep into his mouth.

He alternates between his mouth and his hand, going from one nipple to the other. My skin is hot, my breath’s uneven, as he continues the torture all while ignoring the aching spot between my legs.

With my hands secured to the bedpost behind me, I’m unable to touch myself, and Logan avoids my lower half. Still, I rock my hips against the air.

“Mmm. What’s wrong, baby? You need something, more?”

I whimper, closing my eyes, imaging that I can feel pressure.

“Too bad you didn’t want to play nice. I could be slipping inside you right now.”

I said I wouldn’t let him fuck me, now he’s trying to make me regret that decision. But I don’t. Last year he took everything from me, and it feels good to be in control. Though present circumstances may suggest I’m not.

He returns to his game of kissing me and playing with my nipples. His hands never travel lower than my stomach. I close my eyes to the onslaught of sensations as I struggle against my binds.

He’s got me at his mercy, but not for long. This time when he kisses me, I relax into it. Kissing him back. Tasting him. When we break apart, I slide my tongue up his neck, capturing his ear in my mouth, swirling my tongue around the shell of his ear. Moving back down, I feast on his neck, kissing and sucking. The whole time he’s playing with my tits. I lean my head back, groaning when his teeth scrape across my sensitive peak.

“Did you fuck him?”

I still refuse to answer, knowing it’s torturing him, the way he’s trying to torture me. I meet his eyes, biting my lower lip before closing my eyes, letting my imagination take over. He snatches my pants off my legs, discarding them next to the bed.

The cool air sends my senses into overdrive. I press my drenched pussy against the mattress, when he flips me onto my stomach, shivering from finally having something against it.

“No, you don’t.” He says, pulling my hips away from the bed. “You won’t be coming until you answer me.”

“You wanna bet?” I hiss.

In this position, I pretend he’s behind me, fucking me, and I rock my hips back and forth. “Jordy…”

I ignore the bite of his voice and close my eyes, imagining that I’m being pounded from behind. His hand cracks across my ass, causing my eyes to fly open. He does it again, the force of it making my hips lurch forward. His other hand anchors me in place.

“I told you this ismypussy.” Whack. “That no one else will ever touch it.” Whack. “And you refuse to tell me if you defied me.” Whack, whack. “Now answer me.”

I laugh. I’m not sure how I manage it, but I do, which only seems to set him off even more. I’m playing with the devil, and in the back of my mind, I know I’m about to get burned. He wrenches my panties to the side, the pressure from the front panel digs against my clit.

“You’re so wet.” He groans, sliding the head of his cock up and down my folds. Just a little more, and he’ll give me what I want. His hand fists my hair as he leans over, growling against my ear, “Why do you keep fucking pushing me, Jordy? Just tell me.”

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