Page 45 of Deviant

So I let her do her thing and unlatch my grip on her neck yet again, leaning back onto the couch to give her more room to play with.

After discreetly positioning my phone, I pick up a beer and take a sip, pretending her little dance doesn’t affect me in any way.

The hardening of my cock, though, tells a different story.

“I’m bored. Take off your sweater,” I order as she shimmies up and down my girth.

“It’s not a sweater. It’s a cardigan,” she explains, her breathing starting to emerge in spurts.

“I don’t care what it is. Just take off this pink monstrosity.”

She gives me the evil eye but does as she’s told.

I find myself momentarily entranced as she unbuttons her cardigan, one button at a time, revealing a summer dress underneath—likely chosen with the sole purpose of projecting an image of the sweet, good girl everyone believes her to be.

My jaw clenches when she peels it off her bare shoulders, revealing smooth skin that goes on for days. The fact that the sweater is no longer covering her chest puts a smile on my lips. Two small studs, like fine-cut diamonds, peek through the flimsy material, attesting that little Rowen is more turned on than she wants to let on.

“Faster,” I order, gaining a little sigh from her.

She speeds up her thrusts, the heat of her hot pussy almost scorching my cock through my jeans. My jaw ticks as I imagine her using that delicate hand of hers to unzip my pants and pull out my cock. If my intention is to debase and humiliate her, then there is no way that’s happening. I’m not going to risk coming like some punk the minute she puts my cock in her hand. That would be giving her too much power. And I’m the only one who should have all the control in this scenario.

“I said faster, Rowen,” I demand through gritted teeth, losing my patience.

“If you want it so bad, you do it,” she spits out breathlessly.

I grip her throat again, forcing a little moan to drip from her pouty lips.

“You really don’t want me to take over. Believe me.”

“What are you going to do? Hurt me?”

“Don’t tempt me, Roe. You have no idea what I am capable of.”

“I’m not scared of you. You want to hurt me? Then hurt me.”

I let out a growl, hating that she actually thinks she can bait me into losing control. Though the thought of hurting her consumes me on the daily, I want to degrade her even more.

So, instead of falling for her trap, I lean in and whisper in her ear, “You’re such a stupid girl, aren’t you? You think you’re the one calling the shots? Look behind me, Rowen,” her eyes flicker behind my head to find my phone on the windowsill pointed in our direction, filming her dance on my lap. “I’m the one in control here. If you don’t make me come in the next five minutes, I’m going to send this video to your daddy and everyone else in this wretched town.”

Her eyes widen at the threat, knowing that I mean every word.

I can’t help but chuckle as she stares at my phone in panic, thinking I’ll have a recording of tonight’s little game for posterity, able to use and abuse as I see fit.

Little does she know that the fucking thing isn’t even recording.

Mind games are so much more fun this way.

“You can’t send that video to my father,” she says frantically.

“I can and I will. Unless you change my mind.”

“I hate you,” she says with little heat behind it.

“That makes two of us, sweetheart.” I grip her chin, my nails digging into her tender flesh. “Now show me that hate and make me fucking believe it.”

With steel determination, she wraps her arms around my neck and starts fucking me with her clothes on. My knee-jerk reaction is to pull her fucking arms off me, uncomfortable with her touching me. Still, my disgust falls to the sideline from how her pussy is grinding all over my cock as if it wants to know its every secret.

“You think that Mackenzie is doing this to your boyfriend right now? Grinding all over his cock until he jizzes in his pants?” I ask, wanting to think about anything else than the way the scent of our combined arousal hits my nostrils.

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