Page 27 of Deception

Her back meets the mirror, and with a hushed whimper, she looks down between us with a skittered breath, stare pausing on the bulge tenting my shorts. For a fleeting second, I contemplate pulling away and walking out of here. However, she’s made a good point.

So far, I haven’t delivered on any of the threats I’ve made. Everything I’ve done has been part of a game to unnerve her, and while it works momentarily, it’s also given her the impression that she can control me. Nobody controls me.

Sweeping my thumb through her centre, I hold her stare. The girl snarls, blue eyes rippling like a wildfire ready to catch as I spread her arousal to the tops of her thighs before I cup her pussy. My middle finger strokes through her crease to her slit, back and forth again and again until her breaths are silent cries.

The throb of my cock is unbearable as it strains against my shorts. Still, I don’t stop, and the harder she breathes, trying to resist her body’s instinct to chase what it craves, the faster I tease her.

“Stop!” Red barks, her hands pulling at my T-shirt.

“Beg!” The hand hooked behind her knee yanks her forward so that she collapses back, the clutter on the side falling around us. “You want me to stop, Red? To have mercy?”

“Keep your mercy,” she blusters, thighs pressing to my hips as she tries to wriggle from me.

“But you want me to stop…” Her eyes widen on mine as I push her thigh to her chest, making me aware that she understands the empty threats are done. Pressing the tip of my finger inside her, I stroke her walls as her cunt clenches at the intrusion. The reaction of her body to my touch is fucking maddening. “Mercy…stopping… It’s the same thing.”

“I won’t beg.”

“I’m not stopping.”

It’s time she knows who’s in charge. Who has power over her body and her life. My chest tightens as she squirms. It’s impossible to tell whether she’s getting closer or failing to get away. When I stroke out of her pussy and round my thumb over her swollen nub, she shudders, hands dropping from my T-shirt to the edge of the vanity, gripping it as her body bows and shakes.

As I thrust two fingers deep inside, her pussy pulses tighter, sucking me in to the last knuckle. The flush on her skin deepens, and all that fight she possesses simmers, bubbling and bubbling to overflow as she tenses.

Every inch of visible skin glistens with her sweat while she writhes helplessly, right on the cusp of her release, eyes screwed shut as though she’s still trying to win this battle that only has one true victor—me. Pulling my fingers from her cunt, I drag her flush to me, pinning her thigh to her chest and holding her in place with one hand as the other frees my cock.

Using her juices on my fingers, I stroke over my length, spreading the precum over the tip before I tease it through her folds.

“Look at me, Red…” I groan. The guttural sound of my voice is almost unrecognisable to my own ears. It tears through me as I press my dick to her entrance and tell her, “Look me in the eye when I fuck you.”

Silly girl. When is she going to learn to do as she’s told? When is she going to understand that in the end my power is too much for her fight?

She doesn’t look, and I don’t ask again as I spear her in one thrust that gives me what I want. Her eyes. Her body. Her cry.

It reverberates around us even as I hold still. The feeling of being deep inside her is overwhelming. Suffocating. For a split second, it feels as though she’s the one with the control, and as her cunt pulses around me, my chest tightens. My eyes never leave hers as she goes limp beneath me, and if I don’t move, I might actually go insane.

Releasing her thigh, I lower over her, pinning her with my body as I brace my hands on the mirror above her head.

“Beg,” I tell her. “It’s the only way this ends.”

When she doesn’t respond, I inch out of her to the tip before shoving back inside her. Again and again, tearing her apart as violently as her own guilt and need. Over and over until tears well in her eyes and her pussy squeezes around my cock when I bottom out, pushing the breath from her lungs. It howls out of her with the force of my drive.

“Beg, Red!” I grunt, as my body stiffens. “Fucking beg!”

The heat between us makes it impossible to catch my breath. Her body tenses and quivers with her impending orgasm with her pained pants getting faster, lower. Desperation claws at my insides as her nails scratch over my arms.

“You only get it if you beg.” I bite out each word between clenched teeth, pulling out and pulsing back in when her body settles again.

Her frustration bows her body to mine, regardless of why she was sent to me, despite who we are. There is one thing we have in common—our need. Mine is depraved while hers is contrite. Me, a devil, and her, an angel.

Stroking inside her again, I hold still as the force of my drive aches through me. “I only stop when you beg me to,” I tell her with a hiss, dragging out to the tip and then inching slowly back inside her. Pulsing. Shallowing. “I only let you come if you beg me.”

Either way, she begs, and I win.

I have to give it to her. The girl puts up a good fight. With every stroke, I slam into her. Every thrust, I grind deep, without mercy or reprieve. Even as it pains me, I keep going, easing now and again to stave off my orgasm and edging hers. The heat is inescapable. The current crackling between us makes my muscles coil tight as I push up and pull her flush to my chest. Twisting a hand in her hair, I tip her face back so that I can get the perfect view of her faceas her lips quiver and her eyes well up.

“Don’t do this,” she gasps. Her tone is beseeching enough that I almost pause. Except beseeching isn’t begging, and I want her to. “Don’t make me do this.”

“Beg,” I reply, tugging at her hair harder as I thrust deeper and faster, and just as her body is coiling in on itself, I stop.

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