Page 146 of Devil's Bargain

“Is she doing a good job?”

Chapman’s eyes are glued to my mouth as he says, “She’s doing a fantastic job!”

“What do you really want to do to her? If you had permission to do anything right now. Anything! What would you do?”

Chapman swallows thickly. “I would push her down and fuck her pussy while she fights me.”

“Is that a fantasy of yours? To force yourself on someone?”

Chapman looks ashamed, whispering, “Yes.”

I suck him deeper as my arousal seeps down my thighs.

“Well, April can be an outstanding actress, can’t you, sweet angel?” Salt and Pepper taunts as he comes to stand next to Chapman. He strokes my hair in a soft caress, but there is something much darker in the depths of his eyes. “You’re a very good girl! Aren’t you, April.”

There it is. My name.

I nod, my eyes on Salt and Pepper as I swirl my tongue over the thick head.

“Mr. Chapman here will fuck you now, and you’re going to pretend you don’t want it. You’re going to fight him like your life depends on it.” His eyes pierce mine. “Do you understand?”

I moan and take the cock deeper into my mouth. God, just a little bit more!

Salt and Pepper pulls me back by my hair. “Do you understand?!”

“Yes.” My chin is wet with drool.

He claps the servant’s shoulder and takes a seat in the patio chair, his ankle on his knee. “Enjoy yourself, Mr. Chapman.”

The servant looks unsure but then sends me flying to the ground with a hard smack. The game is on. I’m here to put on a performance, so I jump to my feet and run toward the grass, past the fountain but don’t get far before he’s on me. We go crashing to the ground.

When he flips me over, I slap his face, kicking and screaming like this is real. All the while, my pussy throbs like a needy bitch.

Tears wet my hairline as he grabs my wrists, forcing them over my head. He’s struggling. It’s not easy to fuck someone who fights back. But he soon overpowers me, his cock buried to the hilt inside me, his hand clamped over my mouth to muffle my loud screams.

God,his dick…I want to moan and beg him to fuck me deeper. I’m so fucking close, but I know the score.

Instead of moaning, I buck my hips to try and force him off me as I continue screaming beneath his palm.

He grunts, pumping his hips like he can’t fuck me hard enough. I bet this is like Christmas morning for him. “Fuck! he hisses when I bite his hand, then slaps my face so hard I see stars. “Fucking whore!”

His hand is back on my mouth. Because I like it there, I don’t bite him again.

“You want it!” he taunts, pumping his hips harder as I shake my head and pretend I don’t.

Salt and Pepper sips his whisky while watching us with an amused smile on his lips. This is all a game to him.

Somehow, I fight Chapman off and crawl a good few feet before he’s on me again, pounding into me from behind like an animal. I have grass in my mouth and mud smeared over my face. For a seemingly humble servant who was so unsure earlier, he’s a fucking beast, and I don’t dare think about what kind of a monster Salt and Pepper has let loose. But that monster is making me come and writhe on the grass with my ass arched high in the air despite my orders to pretend I hate this. The tower of cards comes down as he covers my mouth and nose with his hand and snarls in my ear, “You better watch out, April. He might pay good money for you, but I’m always around, and next time I’m going to fuck your sweet ass.”

That’s it. I come…

I come so fucking hard!

He’s not far behind. Three more slams of his hips before he pulls out and milks his dick over my ass. The smell of grass in my nose is sickly as his hot cum lands on my skin.

When he’s done, he pushes off me. Then he tucks himself away and walks over to Salt and Pepper.

He bows low and asks, “Permission to return to my duties, sir?”

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