Page 52 of Bully

Tonight, we were playing for control.

And I happily intended to let her win.

Finally, she gave into my needs and deepened the kiss, moaning when I instantly met her moves with my own eagerness. Her fingers moved back to my throat and tightened, pushing my head back into the cushions as she dropped her lips to my neck, biting and licking a trail down to my chest.

“Why did I enjoy that so fucking much?” She hissed, tightening her hand on my throat, restricting my air, and I grinned.

She could kill me exactly like this, and I’d still smile as I crossed the threshold into death for good.

“Because it’s me.” I teased, and she bit my ear hard enough to draw blood. She was playing with fire, though, because I loved every burning touch she graced me with. “I’m quite irresistible.”

“I know.” She groaned, “I’ve heard the rumors.”

A sour taste filled my mouth with the conflict I heard in her voice as I remembered the lie I told her earlier.

“I never slept with your friend.” I said, and she paused, leaning back to look at me skeptically.

After a moment of silent contemplation, she asked, “Why would you lie about that?”

“To make you mad.” I replied plainly, “So you’d turn your energy from fear to anger, and use it to help me.”

She swallowed, but didn’t say anything right away. Finally, she broke the silence. “Why would you think that sleeping with other people would anger me?” The quick shift of her amber eyes to the side spoke volumes, revealing a hidden truth I chose to ignore. “We’re not together. You can sleep with whoever you want to.”

I didn’t believe her words, but rather than call her on them, I admitted something. “Because I know how it makes me feel every time, you tell me about the other men you’ve let touch you since I fucked you the first time.”

Should I have shown my cards like that? No.

Was I hoping that maybe, just maybe, there’d be some sort of benefit to come from the admission.

Sitting up to her full height, she stared down at me with her hand on my throat, scowling. I dropped my hands back to her hips, anticipating her throwing herself from my lap at my pathetic admission. Finally, she cocked her head to the side and glared at me, “Don’t ever lie to me again, Tamen Bryce. Especially about other women.” She reached between our bodies and pulled my aching cock free of my pants and fisted it as I fought the urge to thrust up into her hand. “Promise me that.”

Licking my lips and fighting the lack of blood flow to my brain, I gave her what she wanted. “Yes, Ma’am.”

Sloane moaned and tightened her hand around both my neck and dick in sync, before shoving herself off my lap in my distraction, even as I grabbed for her, but she avoided me. “In the name of honesty, I have something to admit.” She walked away from me to where her purse laid on the counter and fished something out of it. At first I was afraid she was leaving, going to walk out and leave me hard and aching for her as a punishment for my deception.

I would have deserved it for sure, but damn, that would be cold.

As she walked back across the space on the balls of her feet like a dancer, my shirt swaying and open down the center of her body, I caught the flicker of something gold in her hand.

“I lied to you.” She said, drawing my eyes back from her hand to her face as she stood between my legs once again. “But from now on, I’m going to be honest with you, as long as you return it.”

“About what?” I demanded, anxiety crawling up my neck as I tried to remember everything she had ever said to me.

But thinking got hard as she slid my shirt off her body and gracefully sank to her knees between mine. Pulling on the waistband of my pants she removed them until we were both bare and then she ran her nails up the length of my tattooed thighs, barely avoiding the space where my secrets hid, as she gripped my dick and stroked me with both hands.

“There are no others.” She whispered, staring up at me with her mystic golden eyes as she stuck her tongue out and twirled it around the tip before sucking the head into her mouth and letting it pop free. “Not since before the night we met. I lied about letting others have me to rile you up.”

“Minx.” I hissed as she sucked my dick back into her mouth. Bloody hell, she was a magical being with skills unmatched. “Diabolical, really.”

She hummed with a smirk and pulled back, licking her puffy lips as she flashed the golden Magnum condom she got from her purse, slowly rolling it onto my dick.

“Like knows like.” Sloane purred, straddling me again and sliding directly down onto my dick. I was fighting to keep my eyes from crossing, and she was riding me hands free like a master. She was so far out of my league it was comical. “Mmh, I thought if I was in control, it’d feel normal. And then I’d be able to get over this infatuation with you.” She cracked her neck, letting her eyelids flutter closed as she gave into the pleasure as she slowly rode me, rolling her hips rather than thrusting herself on and off of it. I couldn’t care less what motion she used, so long as she let me stay buried inside of her heavenly body.

“There’s nothing normal about me, Rainbow.” I replied, before sucking one of her nipples into my mouth and drawing a breathy cry of pleasure from her lips. “This isn’t normal.”

“Maybe it’s that adage that we all want what we can’t have. Maybe that’s why it’s hotter.” She said and then grabbed both of my wrists in her hands and pinned them to the chair by my head. My shoulder burned as she stretched my flesh around the staples she mutilated me with, but I didn’t stop her. My cock throbbed harder as she restrained me as she rode me. I could have easily overpowered her, flipping the script and pinning her down as I fucked her hard, but she wanted to be in control.

She wanted proof that this differed from anything she shared with anyone else.

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