Page 45 of Bared Betrayal
Her green irises gleam and sparkle under the bright lights of my office. As she slowly straightens, she wipes at a lingering tear on her cheek. “I hate you.”
Fuck, she’s beautiful like this, staring at me with both loathing and desire. Every line on her exquisite face shows just how conflicted she truly is.
“Be that as it may,” I start, “if you want my cock, you’ll do exactly as I say.” I lick my lips as I allow my gaze to travel appreciatively down her body before latching on to her gaze. “Strip. Get on your knees…and beg.”
Seconds feel like eons while she stands in front of me, silent and unmoving. My guess is there’s a brutal battle going on inside her head right now, hating the fact that she wants to obey me. But just like me, she knows it’s in her blood. It’s in her fucking DNA to submit. But she’s fighting it, and unfortunately for her, I don’t have the time or the patience to wait for her while she figures it out.
“Get out,” I snap, and her cheeks flush instantly. “Close the door behind you.”
She doesn’t move, the air between us heavy with so much anticipation I can practically feel it pulse in my veins. Her jaw is clenched, and my desire flares as she starts to take off her shirt before stepping out of her pants and now ruined panties. Her bra quickly follows, and I take a moment to admire her every curve—the erotic swell of her breasts, her rosy nipples, and bare pussy. But it’s the scar across her abdomen that keeps my attention. The line of whitened flesh stretches from one side of her pelvis to the other, and I have no idea why, but it makes me want to not only get inside her body, but to get inside her head. I want to know her secrets, her past, everything that makes her who she is…this perfect little lamb who somehow has the power to make me…desperatefor her.
She takes a step toward me, but I hold up my hand, silently telling her to stop. I’m not done playing with her yet.
“Crawl,” I demand, unable to take my eyes off her. She bites her lip, the color of her eyes darkening as her brows curve into a frown. But just when I think I pushed too far, she lowers to her knees. The sight alone is enough to make me cream my pants. Kallie’s perfect, naked body in submission, about to crawl to me like I own her. God, to own her.
My cock is throbbing as she starts to crawl, her shoulder blades moving as if she’s the predator about to strike. Only, she’s not. She’s the prey, and she’s willingly surrendering to the slaughter.
I suck in a breath as she stills in front of me, kneeling so prettily between my thighs.
“Please,” she whispers.
“Please what?”
“I need you.”
“How?”
Her tongue flicks across her lips, leaving a tempting sheen behind. “I need you to…I need—”
“You have to say it, Kallie.”
“I need you to…fuck me.”
I reach out and gently take her chin between my fingers. “And?”
Her delicate throat bobs as she swallows.
“What else?”
“I need it to hurt. I need you to make the pain feel good.”
A shiver travels down my spine, and my balls tighten. “Take out my cock and prove to me you deserve it.”
Her hands shake as she unbuttons my fly and pulls it down. As soon as my hard cock is in her hand she leans up and flicks the tip of her tongue over the head, lapping up the precum. I let her explore my shaft with her mouth for a few more moments, watching her run her tongue from the base to the tip, and it’s like electricity is zapping across every inch of my skin.
God, we’re a trainwreck waiting to happen, but I have no desire to stop it. I’ll be picturing her wide green eyes looking up at me with her tongue out and on my cock every night for the rest of my life. Every night, I’ll be fantasizing about the woman my son loves licking my shaft.
What the fuck is wrong with me? Jesus, I can’t take it anymore.
Abruptly, I grab her by the hair again, yanking her off my cock. “Do you know how to use a safety signal?”
“I don’t need it.” The way she says it, I believe her.
“That’s not what I asked.” I pull her hair harder and watch as she winces then smiles. My depraved, broken doll.
“I can snap.” She demonstrates snapping two fingers together. “But I won’t.”
“Good.” I can’t wait any longer. Using her hair to guide her mouth back to my cock, I let her suck the tip for a moment, and then I thrust all the way to the back of her throat and hold her there. She is fighting her gag reflex and I’m sure her lungs are burning, frantically begging for air. I let her struggle, her throat massaging my cock, her eyes watering as she fights to take it all as my balls rest against her chin.
