Page 7 of Broken Saint

It all had an expiration date, and it was coming sooner than I thought possible. Five years had sounded like an eternity when I was eighteen, but in reality, it had flown by.

So, I reminded myself again to keep my thoughts to myself. Because otherwise my confession would be far worse. I didn't just want him anymore.

I needed him.

And because of that, I would lie.

Even if it was a lie of omission.

When I didn't respond right away, I felt the subtle shift in his posture. The straightening of his body, the tightening of muscles. Without warning, he shoved my dress up over my hips.

I gasped as his fingers rubbed between my legs. Despite the panties that separated his skin from mine, he scorched me with a trail of heat at the subtle friction he created. My hips bucked, already desperate for more.

"Do you enjoy defying my requests?" He grabbed the edge of my panties and pulled, forcing the fabric tight between my lower lips.

"No, I—"

"That's fine. Here is as good a place as any to show you how that makes me feel."

The slight edge of panic filtered into my mind at what he was suggesting, but the beginning sparks of pleasure wiped away any fear or hesitation as he pulled harder on my now damp panties. The friction against my clit was both painful and so much more.

He reached between us, unzipped his pants, and pulled the heavy length of his cock out. I didn't know how to react. Part of me wanted to turn and drop to my knees and take him into my mouth so I could suck on him until he came, while the other part of me prayed he would bend me over and fuck me right where we stood.

"Good girls do as they're told. Don't they?"

I nodded my head, the frantic feeling inside me rising as sharply as my pending orgasm. I might have questioned how quickly he got me like this, but I wasn't that naive. He exuded power that called to the woman inside of me.

"But you aren't a good girl anymore, are you little one?" He pressed his dick hard against my panties, and if not for that thin strip of silk preventing him entry, he would have split me in half in one solid thrust. The emptiness, instead, made my legs tremble and sweat break out across my skin.

I needed him inside me so bad.

"Please, Sir."

His finger returned to my chin as he fed his thumb through my lips. "Oh, I know what you want, dirty girl. I just haven't decided if you've earned it yet or not."

By some miracle, I kept the needy beg from my lips, but make no mistake, it was in my eyes, and I know he saw it. He seemed to see everything when it came to me. At least the important parts.

"I could fuck you right here. Would you like that?"

I frantically nodded, touching my tongue to his thumb.

His eyes widened and his hips bucked against me. For better or worse I knew I had him. He was powerful, but that did not make me powerless. Quite the opposite.

He could make all the demands he wanted, but it was always my choice whether to obey.

A second later, he dropped his hands, leaving me to cry out in my displeasure. I needed him to keep touching me. Especially when I was this close.

"Sir?" I asked.

"All right. Prove it, then. If you want that orgasm you’re chasing, then remove that dress where you stand, bend over, and grab the railing in front of you. Only then will I give you what you want."

I glanced around at the many nearby hotels that were as high as The Sinclair or higher. The streets below us were filled with people, as were the buildings that surrounded us. Anyone would be able to watch. It was dark and shadowy, but it didn't make us invisible.

"It's your choice, dirty girl. I'll give you what you want, and more, but only when you follow my rules. Since you have continued to break them, this is your punishment and your pleasure. Take it or leave it."

My stomach flipped and twirled. Neither punishment nor public sex should have me this excited, but this man did things to me I didn't know how to explain. And nothing he ever did seemed like enough. I always wanted more.

I slowly reached for the hem of my short dress, which he'd already half removed, and lifted it over my head. He grabbed it from me and tossed it on the chair. Thank God I'd changed. If he'd just thrown one of my originals as carelessly as that off-the-rack dress, I might have died.

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