Page 110 of Dark Horse

His hand goes over my mouth.

“Not Grant, sweetheart. The devil. The one who’s about to tie you up and have you every way he wants to punish you for disobeying the rules.”

My throat bobs on the hard swallow I make, and he sees it, his tongue darting out and licking a trail up my neck. It sends goosebumps down my body in its wake. I’ve never been so turned on in my life.

“Your safe word?” He pulls his hand away from my mouth to give me the opportunity to say it.

“Avarice,” I reply softly.

“You need it, you use it. Understood?”

“Yes.”

“Lie back down on your stomach,” he orders, and I do as he asks. He grabs a second pillow and shoves it under my hips. His fingers trace a line down my spine and between my cheeks, curving down until he can test how wet I am. He slips two of them inside me, and I rock back against them, seeking some kind of relief.

“Don’t move,” he demands.

“Please. I’m so fucking desperate to come,” I beg as I press my face into the pillow.

He kneels on the bed behind me, and his hands come up to palm my ass cheeks, grabbing a handful and squeezing hard. I hear the sound of his breathing as he works his belt loose and pulls his zipper down. The sound of his clothing sliding over his skin is like music to my ears.

“You don’t know desperate until you have to ride homefrom the airport in a car full of men while your girl sends you half-naked pictures and tells you how much she wants you to fuck her.”

“Your girl?” I ask, surprised he uses it so freely. It just sends another wave of want through my body to hear it.

He leans down over me, grabbing a fistful of my hair and forces me to arch my back as he pulls. His cock slips between my cheeks, teasing my ass before he nudges my entrance, hesitating for half a second before he slams into me. I cry out his name, and his hand wraps around my hip, holding me steady as he takes me hard and fast.

“Feels like you’re mine right now, doesn’t it? The way this cunt’s clinging to my cock for dear fucking life.”

“Yes.”

“Yes, Daddy,” he demands.

“Yes, Daddy.” I repeat it back to him.

“That’s my girl.” He says it with admiration in his voice, and his thumb swipes back and forth over my hip. “Listen to how fucking wet you are for me. So fucking perfect and ready. Turns you on to get fucked by a stranger in the dark, doesn’t it?”

“Yes, Daddy.” I’m so close to coming; I can taste it.

“You want to come for me?” he asks like he can hear my thoughts.

“So much. I need you. Please,” I plead with him, reaching for my toy like a request.

“Turn it on, and hand it to me.”

I do as he asks, and he slips it between my legs.

“Oh fuck!” I cry out, starting to moan as he turns it up.

“I want to hear you. Let the whole fucking house hear you come all over my cock while I fuck you full. I want them to know this cunt’s full of me when we go back out there.”

I’m already a mess. Moaning and cursing, so getting a littlelouder for him isn’t a stretch. It feels like I need it after the day I had and then him giving me this fantasy on top of it. My brain can barely process that it’s really him and not some overactive specter of my imagination.

He groans out his own release, and I can feel him coming inside me, hot and heavy. When he pulls out, it drips down my thighs, and he stays kneeling, watching it for a moment before his fingers slip up the inside of my thigh. He catches it with his fingertips and slips them back inside me.

“Fuck me. I’ll never get over the sight of me leaking out of you like that,” he murmurs before he collapses next to me on the bed.

I climb on top of him, wrapping my arms around him and burying my head under his chin.

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