Page 4 of Dead Bled Ringer
I swung the rake, connecting with my husband’s shoulder.
He hissed in displeasure.
“Stop that! You are going to hurt yourself.”
“Come stop me then!” I taunted, gripping the rake firmly in my hands.
How long would Henry play with me?
He was such an impatient, cold man, but now his eyes seemed to spark fire at me.
“Angelise.”
The way he said my full name in that deep, gravelly voice, had my skin tingling with excitement.
I swung the rake again, but this time he caught it, ripping it from my hands and breaking it across his knee with a thrillingsnap.
My panties were so soaked with heat it was dripping down my legs, and I gasped in shock.
“Get away from me!” I cried in delight, but he only flicked open a sharp knife that glistened in the moonlight.
“Open that door and get in the shed,” he ordered. “Or I’ll slash that pretty little throat of yours.”
I hadn’t been this turned on in a long time as I fumbled for the door and pulled it open.
The shed smelled like clean soap and wood shavings, and I only made it one step in when I felt a prick at the back of my throat and the cold steel of his knife.
“I’m going to fuck this pussy so shut up and take my cock.”
I swallowed theyes pleasethat wanted to spill from me and went back to the script we had discussed with the therapist ahead of time.
“No, please! Let me go!”
“No. Now turn around.”
When I obeyed my husband, feeling the whisper of the knife past my skin, he reached in his pocket and I saw the glint of a condom pack.
But, feeling emboldened beyond anything, I slapped it out of his hand. He had a vasectomy anyways, and as a recommended part of the therapy sessions he’d gotten an STD test.
Henry’s eyes glinted at me, and I was transfixed by the heat blazing from that hypnotic amber eye. He had always had a humiliating amount of power over me, ever since we’d met at a work conference. I was an office assistant for a rival company, and for a man like Henry Santerre it was easy to seduce me. I’d never met a man like him before. Handsome, harsh, intense, and domineering.
Without another word, Henry shoved me back onto the work table, a hand on my jaw and sliding down to my throat.
For a moment, I tensed as he ripped down my silky pajama bottoms and panties.
My body was so embarrassing, and my husband sometimes made comments about it. Like,what was I doing all day? Why didn’t I just go to the gym more? Why had I let myself go?
Then with a clink of his belt he had his cock in his hand, the large size and heft making my pussy clench with desire.
Surely he could feel how dripping wet I was, how close I was to coming before he even put his cock inside me.
He lined the thick length up at my entrance, and I kicked out at his massive thigh, feeling the adrenaline surge through my body.
The anticipation had me weak inside, my pussy soaked and ready, my fingers curling into the wood of the table.
The way he had his hands on me was fucking phenomenal, his fingers loosely caged around my throat so I could feel every beat of my heart in his palm.
“I was going to go easy on you, but not if you’re going to be a brat,” he growled, his eyes shining darkly at me through the slits in the mask, and he snapped his hips forward and buried his cock inside me.
