Page 47 of Sinful Deception

“Don’t say a single fucking word.” I press a knee to the mattress between her legs and groan when, of course, she opens her mouth to speak. “I said,” I crush my hand to her face, covering her mouth, her nose, and partially her eyes. “Not a fucking word.”

“Archer!”

My name is a garbled mess that cuts off when I shove her to her back and pinch her lips closed. Then I cover her nose, too, cutting off her air and drawing a surprised, somewhat terrified, look to her eyes. “Rethinking your request now, Minnnka?” I spread her legs and growl when a whimper of pain rolls along her chest. But fuck, it’s pleasure, too.

I know every sound she makes. Every reaction to my touch. Every fucking muscle spasm she’s ever had was mine to document and log away for future dissection. “I need you more than I need for you to breathe.” So I yank her back until her ass sits on the tops of my thighs and her pussy is open and inviting. Waiting. Tempting. Then I move up to my knees and slam deep into her core and thrill in her scream of pain.

She desperately searches for air, twisting under my hand and biting my palm when she can’t get her way, but I rock deep into her pussy and follow her up the bed when my thrust moves her along.

“You wanted me to act like I didn’t love you.” I release her face, but then I grab her throat and smirk when her eyes turn wide like saucers. I dig my fingers in just enough to restrict her air, but fuck, there’s no situation, no mood, no level of desperation I could be stuck within that would put her at risk.

Though I didn’t know that just five minutes ago when she was asking for this.

“Ever been fucked while unconscious, Minnnka?” I shove forward and bury my cock to the hilt, groaning when her eyes roll into the back of her head and a moan feathers across her lips. “And I don’t mean when I wake you up from sleeping and make love to you before work. I mean the kind of unconscious where I put you to sleep with my hand around your throat, then bring you back, then I put you to sleep again, and keep doing that until you have no fight left in your body?”

Her heart hammers in her chest, nerves and excitement and bone-deep need warring in her veins until her pulse becomes a runaway staccato that won’t be brought under control.

“I could put you out and keep you out until I’m finished.” I pull out of her pussy, surprising her with my swift exit and cutting my pleasure off before I’m done, but then I flip her to her knees and crush her chest and face to the mattress. Then I shove forward and take more. So much fucking more. “I could get all my pleasure while you’re too oxygen deprived to enjoy it.” I reach out with my free hand and wrap it in her hair, only to jerk her to the side and smirk when she desperately drags fresh air in. “You asked for me to treat you in a way that says I don’t give a fuck about you.” I smack her ass until, instantly, my palm print marks her perfect flesh.

I might regret it tomorrow, when she’s bruised and sore and maybe even a little extra tired because of what I’ve done. But for now, regret is an emotion that sits far and away from where I am.

“This is how I fuck when I don’t worry about the person I’m with.” I open her ass cheeks wide and slap her between until she screams and her puckered asshole contracts. “Hitting is how I turn myself on. And marking your body is how I make myself come.”

I ride her like a mongrel dog rides a bitch in heat. No finesse. No care given. I don’t cross any lines, and I won’t hurt her more than a few handprints marking her skin tomorrow, but fuck if there isn’t a part of my brain reveling in the idea of coming without getting her to the same finish line.

Because that’s what men do when they don’t give a fuck about the other person.

“Archer—”

“Shhhh. Don’t say my fucking name.” I crush her face into the mattress again and groan when her pussy flutters andsqueezes my cock. “You don’t know my name. We’ve never met before.”

“God,” she moans, the word muffled by the bed.

“I’m gonna use you up till there’s nothing left.” I slip my thumb into her ass and hold my breath when she screams, because my nuts are ready to finish, but I’m not ready to make this go away. “Is my thumb too much for you?” I spit on her ass and use the moisture to smooth our way. But when she nods—it’s too much—I growl and pull it out. Only to enter her again, but with two fingers instead. “You’ll learn, Minnnka. Whatever hurts you, I’m gonna do it more. And whatever you ask for, I’m gonna give you something else.”

I almost lose myself when I consider replacing my fingers with my cock. Taking all of her and blaming it on the ‘you told me to hurt you’ thing. But burying my cock in her asshole takes patience. It means preparation and slow going.

Neither of us is ready for slow tonight, and I’m not willing to give up what I’ve got.

“You want more of this?” I grit my teeth and shove forward until her head bounces against the headboard. “You want me to make you cry? Where’s that toy?”

“What?” Surprised, she wrenches her head up while I lean to the left and open the drawers of her bedside table. “Archer?”

“The one I got you at Thanksgiving.” I close the drawer, open the next, and hit the jackpot. I snag the eight-inch toy and straighten out again to study my impulse buy. It was a joke, almost, and went along with the flimsy underwear as my way of sayingthanks. But now I have a new idea and permission to do whatever the fuck I want.

“Wait. Archer?—”

“Not gonna wait.” I pull out of her throbbing pussy and push the toy in instead, not nearly as careful as I should be, but it’s not as thick as I am, and when she cries out, it’s with pleasure, notpain. “I like using this on you. It’s kinda fun fucking you without fucking you.”

She fists the blankets in her hand. “It’s too much.”

“We’re not even close to done.” I work the toy and go as deep as the rubber will allow, ensuring to coat it liberally with her own lubrication until it slides easily. And because I’m an asshole, I continue with my fingers in her ass. “God was good to us when he put two holes so close together, don’t you think?” I pull the rubber cock out and slap her with it until her pleasure coats her thigh. Then I slide it in again and taunt her. “That was surely on purpose, don’t you think? To tempt us to test out what happens when we fill both at the same time.”

“Too much,” she weeps, scrunching the blankets and choking for air. “It’s too big, Archer.”

“Nah, it’s not.” I pump my fingers and tease a third. Though I don’t stretch her any further. Not tonight. I’m not a complete asshole. But then I slide the toy into her cunt and stop only when the base protrudes, then I fist my cock and work the tip in beside the toy. I won’t stretch her asshole tonight, but I’ll stretch her pussy until she begs for no more. “This is gonna be a tight fit, Mayet. Get ready.”

“Wait!” She tries to skitter away, but I grab her hair and hold her down again. Just like she asked. “Archer! That’s not gonna?—”

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