Page 166 of Rage

I winced at the pain of fabric tearing against my hip before the sharp sting of a slap on my ass made me yelp.

“Quid pro Quo, lovely,” he said again, and I shuddered.

It was the most depraved thing I had ever experienced. And my body loved it.

“Read!” He commanded, just as I heard him unzip himself with one hand, while the other teased at my entrance, spreading my juices along my folds.

Despite my better judgment - judgment that had apparently been left somewhere upstairs in the Grand’s ornate restaurant - I didactuallytry to read the contract.

Much of it was standard. The price, the sale, the rights…

My eyes blurred when I felt the tip of his cock at my entrance, the smooth round head bobbed, demanding admittance.

“You have until I’m satisfied to sign it, otherwise…” He leaned down, his arm reached around my waist so that his forearm crossed up, his hand reaching to cup a breast under my blouse. “The offer will expire and need to be re-negotiated.”

“That’s not…ah!” I felt his cock spread me wide, pushing me apart from the inside as the sting of his abrupt entrance. “Fuck!”

He was bigger than I thought. My fists clenched, wrinkling the page beneath it as I screamed at the agony and pleasure of being so filled.

“It’s not what, Lovely?” He teased, his hand caressing my exposed cheek, before landing another spank. “That’s for slapping my face, darling. In truth, I don’t mind the sting, but in future, for every strike you land, I will place one on these beautiful things.”

He cupped my ass cheeks, massaging them with his thumbs.

My pussy clenched at the feel of his threat, my fuzzy mind focusing on onlyonething. The fact that he was talking about a future. That he already wanted to do this again.

And so did I.

“Read, love,” he whispered, and I obeyed, trying to focus on the words on the pages before me, but I couldn’t.

I couldn’t because he wasstillpushing inside me. I hadn’t felt his hips against my bare ass because there was still more to go.

He leaned down, taking the shell of my ear in his teeth, as he picked up the pen on the desk, uncapped it with his thumb, and put it in my trembling hand.

“Sign it,” he commanded.

I didn’t. I kept on trying to read, even moving my finger along the words, mouthing it to myself… anything to distract me from the stretch of my cunt around his throbbing, thick cock.

I whimpered, when his tip bottomed out inside me. I dropped the pen, the ink staining the paper beneath it. He wasn’t fucking human. I wasn’t going to survive this…

“Quid pro Quo, Lovely,” he whispered against my skin.

“This isn’t how…” I whimpered, as I finally felt the gentle heat of his skin and the rough cold metal of his zipper against my ass. “This isn’t how quid pro quo works!”

“Doesn’t it?” He said with a laugh that told me he knew it. He just didn’t care. “Explain it to me, then. Explain it slowly, and…” He thrust hard inside me, and I screamed with a sudden, intense climax, “thoroughly.”

Chapter Six

Kieran

Propositioning her to exchange sex for the docs was afucking stroke of genius.

A twenty million dollar loss, but worth every fucking dollar. All I had to do was glance at her perfect round ass, slim waist and trembling fingers, and I was enraptured. Her screams of pleasure was a song I didn’t know I needed to hear.

She was the kind of woman I could tie to my bed, and ravage all weekend and still not get enough.

I watched as she continued to read… or tried to.

Each time she wrapped her mind around a phrase, I pulled out until all I had was the tip inside her and thrust in hard, scrambling her thoughts. It was a fun little game.

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