Page 41 of Degrading Her

It was almost a request.

“All you have to do is ask,” I said, stroking her ear like a pet.

“Please,” she whispered, her whole body curling inside itself, like she couldn’t believe she was actually asking me.

She had figured it out, then. Saying ‘please’ would get her what she wanted, but saying ‘Mr. Feldman’ would stop me.

“Good girl,” I said. I reached down, pressing my fingertip into her slit, but not inside of her yet. She was sopping wet. “Look at how desperate you are for my cock,” I growled. “Tell me, little pet. What would you do for me to slide inside of you right now?”

She stammered, unable to find the words, her pussy grinding on my finger, eager for the penetration.

I chuckled; I knew she wouldn’t be able to answer.

“Such a wet little slut,” I said, finally coaxing my finger in and out of her, her walls tightening, begging for me. “You want more, don’t you?”

“Yes, please,” she murmured. I abruptly stopped, pulling the diamond-encrusted clamp from my pocket, the jewels shining in the light. Two small chains dangled from it withweighted dice, diamonds in place of the dots. Fiona’s eyes flickered to it, then stopped in a daze. Perfect for yanking off of her tender clit.

Her pupils dilated, rounding out. I opened and closed the clamp on her clit. She sucked in a breath but kept writhing on the couch, her pussy soaking the cushion.

“Look at the mess you made on the sofa,” I laughed. She momentarily froze. I waved her on. “Don’t stop, slut. You can’t help but stain my couch, can you? It’s so hot. What will the cleaning staff think when I tell them what you did?”

“Sawyer—” she moaned right as I pinched her nipples, twisting them hard between my fingers.

“I love the way you say my name,” I growled.

I picked her up, her wet pussy straddling me as I gripped her ass, carrying her to the desk. I swiped the contents off of it, then sat her on top, spreading her legs as far as they would go. Her pretty pink folds were splayed out on my desk, her juices already gathering on the surface. I kneeled down, my face closer to her pussy. The jeweled clamp on her clit, swollen and red, glistening with arousal.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” I murmured.

“Please,” she whimpered.

I ignored her, playing with her folds, inching her forward until I could press a finger inside of her. Her tight walls gripped around me.

“Please,” she moaned, louder this time, “Fuck me.”

Her words were close. I could win the game and make her surrender to me: all she had to do was put those two words—please, Sawyer—together.

“Say those two words for me and I’m yours,” I said in a low voice.

Her lips pressed together, her eyes flicking back andforth like she couldn’t decide what she wanted to do. She wanted to prove herself, wanted to win, wanted her library more than she wanted to give in to me.

But it was tempting her.

“My stubborn little slut,” I said, grinning. “Kneel.”

She stuttered, unable to move, so I picked her off of the desk, moving her to her knees, forcing her head down.

“Good girls get fucked in the pussy,” I said, unzipping my trousers, my cock springing from my boxers. “Bad girls get their mouths used.” I shoved my dick down her throat until her nose was against my skin. She pushed back, but I kept her head in place. “Lick my balls. Show me how badly you want to be good.” She stilled, but like a good plaything, she stuck out her tongue, trying to reach my sack, gagging herself as she did.

I growled, grabbing her cheeks as I rammed into her mouth. “Touch yourself,” I commanded. “Show me you’re my good little slut.” She cried out, her moans muffled by my cock, but she fucked her fingers. And when I could see that final twitch bucking inside of her, I removed my cock and ripped the clamp from her hood, the blood rushing back to her clit and intensifying her orgasm. She vibrated, her moans bursting out, and I shoved my cock back in her mouth.

She was so damn hot. I came, filling her throat.

My phone vibrated again. Two more missed messages from Wilder. Fiona sighed, the redness in her cheeks deepening as she covered her chest with her arms, as if that could shield her from the depravity. I pulled her arms until she was showing her tits to me.

Still on her knees. Messed up hair. Red, tender skin. Puffy lips.

She was a gorgeous sight.

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