Page 30 of Dollface

Sabbath shook his head. “That’s a different question, Rosie. I already gave you a free one.” He winked.

“Oh, come on. You didn’t even technically answer my first question.” He shrugged and flexed his pecs. “Ugh. Fine.” I looked down and mumbled to myself as I painted another tattoo. “Should’ve known you’d find a way to fucking cheat.”

Sabbath laughed as I finished. “It’s not cheating. You asked a new question.” I rolled my eyes and pointed to the painted tattoo. “Fine. It’s a risk to the father, because if my mother birthed a daughter, then his family would take control. Not many men wanted that kind of sudden responsibility. Power? Yes. But the burden that came with it? No. Whereas if she birthed a son, then she would remain in control until the son was of age.” His religion sounded so ridiculously complicated. “Eventually, she found someone dumb enough to impregnate her, and soon, Foster was born. All her fears and worries disappeared the moment he took his first breath, and the Sequoya name retained its sacred position.” He sounded bitter.

“Sequoya? But you said that was your mother’s maiden name. Wouldn’t Foster inherit his father’s name?” Sabbath tapped his chest. “Oh, fuck this!” I grabbed a small tray of paint and dumped it all over his chest before using my hands to smear the paint in every direction. “There! Your entire chest is painted! Now, answer my question.”

Sabbath stood, and the paint dripped down his torso. He picked me up and slammed me down on the workshop table across from him. My body knocked over paint in every direction, and the birdhouses shook from the impact. I surprised myself at how much I enjoyed it. His hair brushed my face as he toweredover me. “Who’s cheating now?” I pushed him away and sat up as he laughed. “Oh, relax.” He turned around and pointed to Tabitha’s birdhouse. “Aha! This must be the artist behind your cute little dinosaur.” I touched my cheek. “Interesting. The dinosaurs look just like the tattoo on your thigh.”

What?I looked down, but the tattoo was hidden beneath my shorts.How the hell did he know that? I got this dinosaur tattoo maybe a year ago, and the only way he would have seen it is if I lifted my shorts.

“How did you—” My face went white. “No.” Sabbath grinned as if he read my mind. “It was just a dream. We didn’t—I didn’t—” Oh fuck.

Sabbath pushed me back onto the woodshop table and held me down by my neck. I kicked my feet and tried to wiggle free, but I only made his smile grow and made a bigger mess. Paint soaked my uniform, hair, and skin. “You always did like it rough.” Sabbath’s eyes twinkled, and he wiped the paint from his pec to reveal the distinct marks I had left during our night together. I couldn’t believe I didn’t notice them sooner. “I’m going to wear you out, spitfire.” He grinned, and I went from being freaked out to just pissed off.

“You know,” I grunted. “I’m getting really tired of you thinking you can do whatever you want to me.” My fingers clawed at his hand. “I’m not some fucking toy.”

Sabbath raised a brow and licked his lips. “Oh? But I can.” He leaned closer and licked my cheek. “Because you are a toy.Mytoy. And I’m going to play with you as much as I fucking want.” I clenched my teeth and shot my legs high. They wrapped around his neck as I clenched my thighs and held him hostage. “Rosie,” he groaned. “You think this is going to make me stop?” He laughed through struggled breathing. “You know I like it when you choke me. And this is only making me harder.” I squeezed tighter, and he tried to breathe. “Rosie.”

I grinned as I clenched my teeth and watched him struggle. His grip around my neck was loose, and I took advantage to free it from his hand. I gasped as his fingers slipped from my throat. “I’m not a fucking toy.” I squeezed my thighs tighter and slowly pushed his body back. “And I think it’s time you figured that out.”

Sabbath’s face quickly began to change colors, and I knew he was unable to really breathe. “Rosie,” he strained and gasped. “As fun as this is, it’s a bit much, don’t you think?”

My thighs burned as I tightened them around his neck. “Not for me,” I growled. Sabbath’s eyes fluttered, and he slumped forward.

Oh shit.

I waited a second before I loosened my legs and realized he’d fainted. A loud exhale exited my mouth, and I relaxed my legs in relief.

I’m no one’s fucking toy. Not even yours, Sabbath.

I tried to move, but his dead weight had me pinned. “Fuck.” I looked up and noticed how Sabbath’s unconscious body was pressed against mine, and a wicked little thought popped into my head. “I’ll show you what it’s like to be a toy,” I whispered. My fingers weaved through his long black hair, and I cautiously adjusted myself as I curled my legs around his torso just right. My center ached from the perfect pressure of his chest against my pelvis and I was already weirdly turned on from being slammed down on the table.

Why not take what I want? Why not enjoy myself for once?

I pulled him closer and I began to slowly grind against him.

Faint moans dripped from my gaped mouth while I rocked against him. God, he felt so good against me. My body ached to be touched, so I moved faster and harder. “Yes,” I whimpered. I closed my eyes as my legs tightened around him. “Yes.”

God, this is so wrong, but I don’t fucking care. I just want to come.

Something hot brushed against my center, and I cried out at the pleasant feeling. I didn’t know what it was, but it felt fucking phenomenal, so, I leaned into it. No, I embraced it and begged for it to continue. I wanted more. Needed more. A low, vibration shot through my body, and I realized Sabbath’s hands had slowly wrapped around my waist. My eyes snapped open, and he was staring straight at me with the naughtiest grin. “Don’t stop now, spitfire.” He breathed against me. “Fucking use me.” He burrowed his face against my shorts and bit my skin through the thin material. My back arched, and I screamed at the painful pleasure I felt. I couldn’t stop myself from enjoying how his hot breath felt against me, or how the pressure of his face and body made me drip with excitement. My body was devouring him. He felt so fucking good. “That’s right,” he growled against me. “Use me. Make that pussy weep for me, Rosie.”

God, why did he have to say that!

My body tightened and twisted, and within seconds, I began to come. “Fuck!” I cried out. My back arched so high my spine ached, and I felt my walls contracting and pulsing. Sabbath squeezed my thighs and yanked my body further until it slammed fiercely against his pelvis and hardened bulge. His mouth found mine, and he took it prisoner as he swallowed my moans. I struggled to breathe and focus, but that didn’t stop him from sliding his hand under my shorts and finding my swollen clit. “No,” I whimpered as he touched me. I was already feeling the wave of my orgasm and couldn't handle the way he massaged me. The way he knew would make me wet and cry out until my lungs burned from screaming so loudly. He was going to torture me.

Sabbath gently circled my overly sensitive clit some more before slipping his fingers past my folds. He glided along mywetness as he used it to enter my body. “Hell. You’re so fucking wet,” he whimpered. Without hesitation, I grabbed his arm and rubbed against his hand while he fingered the hell out of me. I couldn’t stop myself. He felt too damn good.

“Oh fuck,” I moaned. I knew my lingering orgasm would quickly return, and as much as I liked what we were doing, I wanted it to be on my terms. And I wanted to make him suffer. “Sabbath.” His eyes lit up as I whispered his name. “Stop.” My pussy squeezed around his fingers, and he moaned. “Please,” I whimpered. Sabbath thrusted his fingers deeper and grunted as he ignored me. I knew he was probably hard as a fucking rock, which would make what I planned to do even more fun. “Please, Sabbath.” I needed him to stop before I came again. “Please, stop.”

He reluctantly slid his fingers from my body as he kissed my abdomen. “Are you sure?” His tongue glided along my paint stained skin. “You’re having so much fun. And your pussy is aching to be served.” His hand raised my leg, and he kissed my inner thigh. “Let me worship you, Rosie.”

My body rolled against him. “No,” I whispered. “I can’t.”

Sabbath growled and grabbed my face. “Why not?”

I laughed at his sexual aggression, knowing he was exactly where I wanted him. “Because.” I slapped his hand away. “I’m in control.”

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