Page 100 of Devil's Bargain

I’m going to be sick. I stare through the passenger window, watching my mom struggle to unlock the door. She’s drunk again.

Jared reverses out, and we drive in silence for a while. I try not to think of them with my mom. I want to believe it’s a lie, but Jared has already been with my mom at least once. This shit is beyond fucking sick.

As the gates to the big brick house slide open, I press my face up against the glass. I don’t know how to feel. I’m scared but heat sinks to my clit in anticipation.

“You’re panting already!” Scott chuckles, eyeing me over his shoulder.

“You’re just fucking jealous!” I snap, watching them exchange a glance.

“Yeah, little slut? Why’s that?”

Jared exits the car and opens my door.

I scoot forward and look over my shoulder at Scott. “He fucks me better than you!”

The best place to strike a man is always his ego.

I hop out and let Jared drag me over to the large doors. Like last time, the overdressed butler lets us in and leads the way to the same room as before while Scott mutters under his breath. I get a small sense of satisfaction to have riled him up with my comment.

They lock me inside, and I stare at the closed door for a short moment before turning and sweeping my eyes over the large room. Everything is spotless.

I walk the length of it, dragging my fingers along the wall. The black sheets on the bed are neatly tucked in at the corners.

I turn as the door opens.

Salt and Pepper enters the room without acknowledging me. He’s on the phone. “I’ll be back tomorrow.”

I retreat a step, having the sudden urge to blend in with the surroundings.

“You know what these business trips are like.” His eyes flick up to me.

My blood runs cold, and my calves connect with the couch as I take another step back.

He watches me plop down. “I’ll try to be there, but I have business to attend to now. I’ll give you a call tomorrow.” He hangs up.

I sit there like a deer caught in the headlights.

“Strip naked.” He puts the phone down on a side table.

When I don’t move, he walks over and lifts my chin with a finger. Liquid fire shoots down to my core at the dark look in his eyes. “Do we have a problem?”

I eye his black leather belt. “Yes.”

He chuckles as if my reply delights him. “Remove my belt.”

I reach up with trembling fingers, struggling at first, but I finally get the clasp undone.

He watches me pull it through the loops. “Where do you want it? Around your throat? Wrists?”

I don’t hesitate. “Smack me with it.”

He takes a seat next to me and guides me over his lap with a firm hand on my back. “I knew as soon as you left the other day that I would need to see you again.” My leather skirt and panties are yanked down, and he grabs a handful of the creamy globe, squeezing too hard. “This fucking ass!”

Like a shameless little slut, I moan.

He chuckles and kneads my other cheek, giving it the same rough treatment. “So eager for pain!”

“Please hurt me!”

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