Page 20 of Tricked By Jack
“Please,” I beg. “Caleb needs help.”
The Trickster
Without a word, I push her backward, not stopping until her back connects with the wall. A softoomphflows from her mouth. But instead of giving my Bride-to-be time to recover, I use my arm to pin her in place.
Though she can’t see my eyes through the mask, I feel as though she knows I’m peering into her storm-gray irises. Both her orbs are blown wide as she watches me remove the glove on my free hand, using only my teeth.
I drag my bare fingers along her cheek, savoring the feel of her clammy flesh. She doesn’t speak or move. She’s frozen in… not fear. It’s more like she’s suspended; held there between instinct and something darker.
When I researched her back in February, I never found any hints of Eve being attracted to darkness. But it seems my Little Bride has changed since losing her office space.
Not only is she fucking the likes of Caleb, which disgusts me, but she’s no longer working. Instead she spends her time doing whatever she wants whenever she wants to. It seems my intended punishment has turned out to be more of a reward.
“Who are you?” she asks, her tone unsure, but I still don’t sense any fear in her.
I trace my finger from her cheek to her sternum, following the soft centerline of her body like I’m reading it in braille.
When I find the swell of her breasts, I don’t grope or squeeze. I just skim down the valley between them, letting my fingers drag tension in their wake. Lower. Slower. Until I reach the waistband of her pants. Before she can react, I slip beneath the latex.
“What… no. Stop…” Her voice is thin, cracking in places. “Stop it,” she cries, thrashing like she actually thinks she can throw me off.
I already threw her boyfriend down the stairs like a deadweight. She’s got no chance. She swings at me, and I laugh. Then I catch both her wrists and pin them above her head.
When I press my palm against her pussy, I’m surprised to find her wet. Not just a little, oh no, my Bride’s fucking leaking for me like she’s already mine. The sound I let out isn’t quite a growl, but it’s close. The mask distorts it, making it mechanical and hungry.
“You’re wet.”
“N-no,” she whimpers, lying to me.
I press against her clit in slow, exact circles. “Lying is bad,” I rasp. “Are you a bad girl, Eve?”
Knowing she’s turned on makes my cock throb, thick and straining against my thigh, and I’m tempted to rut against her like a fucking animal. But I grind my teeth together, forcing myself to stay in control.
This is the perfect chance to learn how her body betrays her. And I’m not wasting the gift she doesn’t even know she’s offering.
“I said stop,” she whispers, but her voice has collapsed. There’s no authority in it.
I tilt my head. “You did,” I reply just as I push two fingers into her cunt.She moans quietly, and the sound vibrates down my spine, pooling hot and sharp at the head of my cock. “Louder,” I command. “Moan louder.”
“W-what?” she gasps, hips betraying her as they move into my hand.
I curl my fingers inside her, dragging along the top wall. “I want him to hear how good I make you feel. Sing for me.”
She shakes her head and keeps her mouth shut. Her body though? Her hips keep rolling.
I slam her wrists against the wall. “Don’t fucking disobey me,” I snarl. “I want him to know exactly what I’m doing to you. Scream for him.”
When she still refuses with a stubborn tilt of her lips, I fuck her harder with my fingers.
“Say it,” I growl. “Say how good I make you feel. Scream it loud enough for Caleb to choke on it.”
“F-fuck,” she cries. “Please…”
“No begging. Only moaning. Let him hear how your cunt welcomes me. Let him know I own it now.”
This time she moans prettily for me. And she does it loud enough for the sound to echo, undoubtedly reaching Caleb. Fuck, I hope he’s conscious. I hope he hears the slick sounds her cunt makes for me while she creams all over my hand.
“Oh, God,” she cries. Her pussy clenches around my fingers like it’s trying to drag them deeper—like it knows they’re just a stand-in for what should be there instead.
