Page 56 of Degrading Her

“You are so damn hot,” he said. And those words made me forget my shame. “Dripping for me. Taking my belt. Letting me do whatever I want to you.” He stepped closer, sliding his hands around me, letting the lazy touch of the leather belt tickle my skin even more. “Doing whatever I want to you is fair, isn’t it, plaything?”

I strained closer to him. “Yes,” I whispered. “Yes, Sawyer.”

Shock pulsed through me; I was so close to saying thosetwo words. I bit my inner lip until I tasted copper. He grinned, clearly catching myalmost-slip-up too. As he stepped back, I stumbled, holding myself up on the rails.

“I would say ‘eyes forward,’ but I enjoy watching your reaction.” He swiftly swung back his belt, it smacked my pussy, everything inside of me blazing. My breath was stolen from me.

Yet it was tender. Sensitive. Electric.

And incredible.

He came forward, rubbing his fingers along my wet pussy lips, and I melted, unable to hide it anymore.

“That’s it,” he whispered, his body brushing against mine. “You did so well, taking that punishment for me. So fucking good, baby.” He spun me around, moving his thigh between my legs, staring straight into my soul with need in his eyes. It was like he had transformed into a madman as soon as he felt my pussy with his fingertips, as if I had the ability to make him kneel. I rubbed my slit against his trousers. “You are dirty. Absolutely filthy,” he growled. “And I’m going to fuck you for it.”

He hoisted me up by the hips, wrapping my legs around his body, then carried me to a long, metal table. Sitting with my bare ass on top of the cool surface, his blue-gray eyes held me—full of hunger and need, hunting me, like I was a piece of meat he was going to rip apart. It would have been frightening if it wasn’t so hot.

He tore off his pants and boxers, his cock hanging free and heavy and thick against his thigh, and I gulped, licking my lips. Once his shirt was unbuttoned, those hard abs intimidating me, he pinched my chin, making me look into his eyes.

“My girl wants to play with my dick. Is that it?” he said. “You want to suck my cock, baby?”

“Yes, Sawyer,” I moaned.

He swooped an arm around me. “I’d love to feel your warm mouth, baby, but right now—” he licked my neck, “—all I want is your pussy.”

His cock impaled me, and I choked out a moan, stunned by his length. He thrust in again.

“Sawyer,” I gasped.No,I thought.Don’t say it.

He plowed into me, pounding my cervix, each thrust concentrated. Deliberate.Slow.My walls trembling around him as if he was ripping me apart.

“What, baby?” he whispered. “What? Tell me what you want.”

“Harder,” I cried. “Faster.”

“The magic word?”

I bit my tongue.Thisdidn’t count. Those two words weren’t together. I was only saying one of the words. He couldn’t win like this.

So I let it come out: “Please,” I cried. Satisfied, he growled and pumped into me, my pussy surging with hot pleasure, edging over to that abyss. The bruises from the belt throbbed, the pain changing into pleasure, our bodies slick with sweat. He grabbed my hair, pulling it back until my throat was taut, then he licked the column of my neck and braced a hand around it. I cried, my pussy gripping around him, the overwhelming sensation conquering me. I came, my entire body tingling with pins and needles, and his cock stayed inside of me, ramming into me even harder, making it hurt.

He pulled out, his come marking me in hot gushes on my red thighs. Without thinking, I dipped my hand into it and licked it up. Even as his cock’s last twitch released, his eyes glued to me, his cock thickening again.

He scooped the rest of his come, shoving it across myface, painting me with the depravity, and I licked it up like a hungry slut, knowing how much he liked it, never leaving his eye contact.

“You are so hot,” he said, and I moaned, pleased with myself, trying not to overthink it. This was better than being fired. Better than court or jail. I could let myself off of the hook for enjoying this. There was no true alternative.

Because yes, I liked being at his mercy.

He suddenly straightened, adjusting his shirt until it was buttoned again, then tossed me my clothes. Like I was a laundry hamper. My heart sank. A switch had gone off in him again. What had changed?

“Don’t mistake this for affection,” he said. He switched the cameras off. “You were trespassing, Fiona, and that was my insurance.”

My stomach dropped. I had forgotten about the cameras. Was he blackmailing me, then? With sex tapes?

“I don’t understand,” I said. “You were hard. You came. You enjoyed it.”

“Who wouldn’t enjoy fucking a beautiful, intelligent woman into submission?”

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