Page 124 of Devil's Bargain

He rolls his head, glancing at my smeared lipstick and mascara streaks. “Are you going to see him?”

I stare at the ceiling. “I told you. I have to.”

He slaps me again, making me moan and rub my thighs together. “Wrong answer!”

“Please, Rick!”

“Roll over!”

I try to, but it’s not easy with my arms tied above my head. When I’m on my stomach, he yanks my boxers down and smacks my ass. The loud noise is matched only by my cry.

“Are you going to see him again?”

“Please, Rick!”

“Are you going to fucking see him again?!”

“Yes.”

Smack!

I bite the navy sheet. He’s not holding back at all.

He kneads the burning skin and groans. Then his hand lands on my ass with another stinging slap.

I grip the belt and shift, rocking my pussy against the bed to ease the ache. “Please…”

“Are you going to see him again?”

“I have to, Rick.”

Smack!

I nearly come!

“Wrong fucking answer! You’re not going anywhere!” He climbs off the bed.

I push up on my knees and watch him over my shoulder as he leaves the room. He returns with a beer and takes a seat on his desk chair.

“Rick?”

He pops the lid, his eyes on my reddened ass as he takes a sip. “Don’t move!”

My legs are trembling. It’s an effort to hold myself up this way.

He picks up his phone off the desk and snaps a photo of me before taking a swig of beer and walking over to the bed. He takes another photograph, then fists my hair and snaps a final one.

“What are you doing?” I ask when he walks back over to the desk. “Please. Let me come.”

He lowers himself down on the desk chair. His frame is too big for the room, or that’s what it feels like. “Do you want me to fuck your pussy?”

Liquid fire shoots down to my core. “Please!”

“I don’t fucking think so!”

I pull on the restraints again. A trickle of blood is trailing a path down to my elbow.

“It’s secure. You’re not going anywhere.”

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