Page 145 of Devil's Bargain

He chuckles. “Get to your feet, Mr?”

“Chapman, sir.”

“Strangle her!”

Chapman’s blue eyes seem uncertain before he wraps both hands around my throat, squeezing hard enough to make me moan shamelessly.

“See, Mr. Chapman. She likes it!”

“I can see that, sir.”

I gasp for air, my eyes locked on the stranger in front of me.

“Have you ever fantasized about hitting a woman, Mr. Chapman?”

Chapman looks uncertain but nods. “I’m ashamed of it, but yes, sir. Once or twice. I’ve never done it, though!” he rushes to add.

My tits bob in Salt and Pepper’s hands with his next thrust. “Now is your chance.”

The servant looks uncertainly at the crazy man behind me. “I can’t hurt her, sir.”

Salt and Pepper fists my hair. “Take a good look at her. Do you see the bruises?”

“Yes.”

“Slap her face!”

“I don’t know if I can, sir.”

Salt and Pepper circles my clit with his fingers and smiles against my ear. “Do you want him to hit you?”

“Please!” This is so fucking depraved, but I’m riding the edge right now. The psychopath behind me knows it!

Chapman smacks me. Nowhere near as hard as Salt and Pepper but hard enough to make me whimper and plead for more.

“See!” Salt and Pepper grins, pinching my clit. “You make her come when you do that.”

The man backhands me this time, and oh fuck, I’m so close! “She really likes it, sir.” He sounds surprised.

Salt and Pepper slips his dick out and frees my wrists before ordering me down on all fours. “Crawl to Mr. Chapman.”

I do. My knees scream in pain as I make my way over, but my pussy throbs in tune with my pulse.

“She’s a good girl, isn’t she, Mr. Chapman?”

His shoes come into view.

“She is!”

“Do you want me to buy her so she can play with us all the time?”

Chapman strokes his hand through my hair. “Yes, I would like that very much.”

Salt and Pepper laughs as if these games amuse him. “Suck his dick, April.”

I don’t know why he’s stopped calling me whore and started using my name, but it feels even more degrading. Despite that, Chapman’s dick is now in my hands, and my lips eagerly explore the pinkish head.

I moan, looking up at the stranger. He’s younger than Salt and Pepper, who’s old enough to be my father.

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