Page 18 of Broken Surrender
Her eyes fell again, and I grinned. Her dead husband must have been a fool to let her get away like that. He should have been worshipping her every night, making her beg to come.
Like I was going to do, one step at a time.
“Let me see what’s mine,” I said.
She hesitated, but then she stood, inching her jeans down her hips. But the energy inside of me built into a frenzy, threatening to tear me apart. I ripped the denim down. Her pussy was covered in hair. I ran my fingers over it. She wasn’t wearing any panties underneath her jeans.
She was bolder than I gave her credit for. I liked that.
I drank her in, my eyes heavy and hungry. Her pussy lips were swollen, her clit glistening, like she had been playing with herself, and I happened to walk in.
Sure, you’re reading, little slut,I thought.
“Your pussy is wet,” I said. “Who did this to you, Lena?” I grabbed the back of her neck. “Did you forget that you’re mine?”
Her blush crept across her skin. “But you’re training me to want this.”
“Onmyterms,” I said through gritted teeth. “Now, who touched my cunt?”
She lowered her eyes. And I knew, then. I laughed.
I yanked her hair, pulling her against me. “You can’t keep your hands off of yourself, can you, slut? You can’t follow a simple rule.”
I threw my grip then went through my bag, taking out a small clear object, shaped like a cone. Brand new and freshly washed for her.
“This bag of toys,” I said, gesturing at it, “Keep it here.” She eyed the bag. She wouldn’t be able to resist her curiosity. “Don’t you dare look inside,” I said, knowing that she would, “or I’ll punish you.”
I pried her head back, pushing the clear toy in her mouth, making her suck it. The scent of plastic permeated the air.
She squirmed, gawking at it. “What is it?”
“You know what it is.” I turned back to the bag, finding the lubricant. “Someone told me you visited Mr. Bloom.” I rubbed the lubricant over the plug. “Tried to beg for help against me.” I let out a breath. “And what did you find?”
“I—”
“I’ll tell you what.” I licked my lips. “I’ll let you decide. You can put in this anal trainer in your ass, or you can say ‘no,’ and I’ll leave. Find Mr. Bloom for you. Deliver the video. And we’ll see how it goes.” I tilted my head, my eyes focused on her. “But it’s on your terms, puppet. You either bow down to me, or you can suffer the consequences.”
Her chin trembled, the realization hitting her. She shook her head, her mouth gaping and silent. I grinned. The sweet desperation made my cock twitch. Her eyes dropped to my bulge, and her lips opened.
“Youwantme to touch you, don’t you, puppet?” I asked. “Even when it comes to your ass, the one thing you think you can’t stand, youwantme to touch you. To please you. To play with you like you want so badly. You can’t stand that I didn’t let you come last time.”
She let out a harsh breath through her nose. “You don’t know anything about me,” she snapped.
“Then why is your pussy wet?” She blushed, her eyes falling, and I stepped forward, grabbing her chin. “It’s because you like being controlled. You like knowing that I save every piece of energy inside of me, waiting to destroy you. There hasn’t been a damned day that has passed since I laid eyes on you where my dick hasn’t throbbed, thinking about what it’ll be like to squeeze my come into your pussy and ass, filling you up, and marking you as mine.” She shivered at the words, and I relished that expression. That pure anguish. I pulled her against me and she stumbled, her jeans still gripping her upper thighs. “Tell me, Lena.Whyis your cunt wet?”
“Because it’s yours,” she breathed.
I growled. “You’re fucking right it is.”
Pulling down her jeans the rest of the way, I played with her puckered hole, manipulating her clit at the same time. Then I pressed the toy inside of her ass, her eyes brightening at the entry. It was thicker than a finger, but it was small and easy to work with.
“I’m going easy on you,” I said. “As you know, my dick—” I pressed my erection against her, “—isbiggerthan this. But you’ll be ready for me. In time.”
Her chest lifted and fell. I kneeled down, spreading her ass as I stared at that toy splitting her apart. I licked around the plastic, her muscles flinching at my gentle touch, but I didn’t stop— couldn’t stop, even if I tried. I tasted her all over, licking every damned place my tongue could reach, devouring her hole, coaxing her into pleasure until I could feel her body relax. And finally, she moaned. I pressed the toy all the way, still licking her, groaning deeply as her ass stretched with it. She gasped as she squeezed around the ridge, keeping the toy in place. My dick twitched, begging for her.
I stood, sliding against her, every tremble coursing through her entire body.
“How does it feel?” I asked.
