Page 82 of Speak

She grins and throws her head back in a silent laugh as I set her on the four-poster king-size antique bed. She touches the scar on her neck that has her bio-tracker and then, unwraps her towel, opens her legs, and spreads her pussy lips with two fingers. I know exactly what she’s telling me. But still, her hands come up.

You’re psycho like me, Doctor. Your love is crazy like mine. I have allowed everything you’ve done to me because you’re mine as much as I’m yours. You own me as much as I own you.

I arch an eyebrow. “Keep flashing me your pussy like that, and I’ll show you crazy. I’ll show you who exactly owns whom, belle oiseau.”Pretty bird.

Her eyes flash, defiance burning bright as she leans back in her elbows and she spreads her thighs all over again.

“Well, well, well.” Jonas chuckles. “What do we have here?”

“It seems our girl is feeling… rebellious.”

Raven’s eyes widen.

“Oh, yes, Raven. Remember what I said the day in your dorm room?”

She almost pouts. Her hands fly up. I didn’t disobey. There are no consequences.

“But you did. Was flashing me your pussy after I warned you being a good girl and obeying me?”

Her eyebrows knit together, crossing her arms.

“Raven?”

That’s not my name.

“That is your name.”

No. My name is baby or Raven baby or doll or little bird or pretty bird or- her hands stop moving.

“Or?”

She blushes and turns away.

“Baby? What’s your name? Hmm?” Jonas asks. He crawls on the bed beside her and starts kissing up her leg and up her thigh. “Teach me how to sign your name, baby. What is it? Show me.” He spreads her thighs open and her resolve falters when he licks her bare pussy lips. “Spread them further baby, let me see you.”

She obeys him and I roll my eyes.

“Fuck, I could eat you all day. C’mon baby. Show me your name.”

She shakes her head.

Jonas pulls her down to him, shoving her legs farther apart. She makes the sign for a kiss. He winks at her, “I know that one. How’s this, you tell the good doctor every letter of your name… and I’ll spell it in cursive with my tongue?”

And so we begin the game.

S-I-C-K

I grow harder with each letter, unwrapping the towel from my body and letting it fall to the ground.

L-I-T-T-L-E

Her legs tremble, and Jonas flips her around, pulling her up on all fours aggressively, spreads her cheeks apart and dives in. She keeps one hand up to continue signing.

S-L-U-T

“Fuck yes you are my sick little slut.” He rims her ass with a finger, pushing it until the last knuckle, spitting on it and adding another finger. “Damon, get over here.”

I do and lay on the bed. He maneuvers her over me. I angle my cock to her entrance and she sinks down on me. I tilt my head back at the tight pressure around my cock. Fucking heaven.

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