Page 49 of Wicked Little Game
“On your knees for me, Ruby,”
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SAMUEL
I’m still so goddamn angry; so jealous, even though I don’t like to admit that. It’s too easy to turn Ruby on. I just have to snarl at her, to rough her up and tell her what a dirty little thing she is, but the problem is that it turns me on, too.
She’s soaking wet, and I know it’s not because of him. She even told me it’s not because of him and still, something dangerous and possessive roars inside of me.
With every little one of her actions, she’s lighting a fire that will burn both of us alive.
I try to tell myself that it doesn’t matter. Even if she was so wet for him, she was squirming on my fingers just a second ago, and not on his.
If he thinks she’d ever spread her legs for him, I’m going to break every single one of his fingers before I do the same with the rest of his bones.
She’s still not on her knees and I don’t know what exactly about my order was too complicated for her. I need to make her regret her petty act.
Whatever it is, something inside of her seems to force her to provoke me until I snap. As if she has to taste my anger inthe air until she gets me to a point where I have to wreck her perfect body.
She needs it like the air she breathes. Crossing every possible line until someone finally shows her boundaries and enforces them, and I wish I was a better man. One with more self-restraint, one that knows when to leave a situation instead of entertaining it further.
But I’m not.
“I won’t ask you a second time,” I say, and she glares at me.
“But—”
“I don’t care. You’re gonna get down on your fucking knees right now and apologize for behaving like that.”
She scoffs as she gets down. The floor must be uncomfortable against her bare skin. Good. She’s pissed that things don’t go her way right now. I can see it in her eyes, right alongside her desperate want. Not surprisingly, after I wouldn’t let her come.
My cock is rock hard in my pants, twitching against the fabric as I look down at her. Ruby is always a sight to behold, but right now as she kneels there so submissively, her cheeks flushed, slightly trembling—fuck.I’m going to finish in my pants if I keep looking at her.
A grin dances over her lips and by now I’m sure that she can read my thoughts.
“Is that how you apologize? By looking at me like a dirty little slut?”
Her eyes widen in fake shock, but the way her breathing fastens deceives her. Her soft hair feels nice in my hand as I shove her head towards my crotch. She groans something in protest, but I don’t care. I know she’s just acting up because I feel her mouthing at my cock through the fabric.
Greedy little thing.
I wonder how much it takes for her to drop the attitude. Probably have to fuck her senseless before that happens.
Somehow, she must have opened my pants while I was busy putting her in every possible position in my mind, and a low groan leaves me as she takes my cock in her mouth.
I won’t last long, not with the way she twirls her tongue around the tip. She smiles, looking up at me as she licks straight from base to tip, her eyes getting teary as she tries to take my cock down her throat.
“Who knew you could be such a good girl?” I growl, and she moans around my cock in response. I feel my release approaching, my fist still firm in her hair as I force her to look at me.
“Don’t swallow until I tell you to.”
She nods, stroking me with one hand while her mouth is still on me, her tongue trailing along the underside of my cock.
I wish I could come all over her face, but instead, I just make sure to not shove my cock too deep into her mouth as I come. A few drops of cum run down her chin as I yank her up and I wipe them away with my thumb before I press against her cheeks so that she opens her mouth for me.
Ruby seems to be able to obey orders after all, as long as I give them to her with my cock in her mouth. I push my middle and index finger down on her tongue, swiping up some of my cum.
“Swallow,” I order, and she does as she’s told. Maybe I really found her magic switch.
