Page 4 of House Rules
Through the slats, I catch glimpses—her bare skin, the pierce of silver flashing between her thighs.
I wince.That had to hurt.
She’s spread wide for him, laid out like an offering.
I don’t mean to look, but I can’t look away.
He flicks the clit piercing, and she jumps. Then he slams his hand down hard on her ass, leaving a red handprint.
“That’s for not sucking my cock right. If you want to ever see the inside of this room again, you will learn to deep throat, and you will learn to love it.”
His hand comes down on her again, and she cries out in a mix of pain and pleasure. With each slap, my body responds, wanting him. Wishing I was the woman on that bed.
He rips off his shirt, tossing it to the side as he lowers his pants a few inches, just below his perfectly shaped ass. Then he puts his hand between her legs, running his fingers up and down her slit.
“You said you’re desperate for my cock, but you clearly aren’t.”
With one hand on her body, Con pulls a metallic wrapper from next to them on the bed.
When did he get a condom? Did he plan on this before bringing her here?
“Maybe I don’t like it when men shove their dicks down my throat,” the girl talks back.
What the hell is she doing? I don’t understand how she’s lucky enough to be in this situation and stupid enough not to appreciate it. These men might go through women like water, but only the best of the best get to see their rooms. Only the prettiest girlsget to be used by these men, and I don’t understand why she is arguing with him.
He lets out a low, dark laugh, then slaps her ass again. The condom is rolled down his cock when he uses the sheathed head and smacks it against her skin.
“You’ll learn to love it,” he says before spitting on her slit and using his cock to rub his saliva around, making her wet.
It’s vulgar and crude. I should be disgusted, but again, I’m not.
She spreads her knees for him, arching her back harder and laying her head on the bed. I wince. Mistake. It’s an invitation, one that he deserves, but she’s not ready for. I saw how big he is, and men like Con don’t make love. They are not gentle, and they’re not slow.
Sure enough, he slams into her with no further preparation, and she lets out a choked-off scream.
I watch as he pumps into her, harder and harder with each thrust, her cries growing louder with each one.
Maybe I shouldn’t be jealous of her, of the sounds that she’s making. I can’t tell if she’s loving it or hating it. His thrusts are brutal, bordering on violent. I can’t stop staring, though, fascinated and so turned on that my body aches to know what that feels like.
I’m woman enough to admit that I’m also a little intimidated. Con went a little easier on me, probably because it was both our first times.
Without conscious direction, my hands move to my body, one hand under my shirt to cup my breast.The plastic of the dry cleaning bags murmurs softly as I run my thumb back and forth across my hardened nipple, but Con doesn’t falter. My other hand goes to my inner thigh under my skirt, my thumb brushing at the seam of my soaking panties.
I should feel shame. I don’t. The only thing I feel is need, and want, and desperation. Con was mine once. This girl doesn’t deserve him.
“Please,” the girl cries, and I sink my teeth into my bottom lip.
“You said you wanted this,” he growled. “You told me you would do anything for my cock, so take it.”
“I—” she says something, but her words are drowned out by the sounds of him fucking into her.
“If you want me to stop, just say the word, but the second I pull out of your cunt—you’re gone. I will toss your skinny, bony ass into the hallway without a second thought, and you will never get a chance with any of the other Titans.”
I bite my lip harder as the girl cries out again.
“No, I can take it. I can?—”
“Then shut the fuck up and take it.”
