Page 26 of Devil's Bargain

“Does it hurt yet?”

He means the belt. He pulls on it, forcing me closer to his crotch. It’s digging into my neck, but I shake my head. “No.”

He’s amused by my response. He takes another sip of his coffee before placing the mug on the desk behind him. I watch his slow movements, wishing I could pour the scalding coffee over his head and laugh in his fucking face.

His cruel smile grows impossibly wide like he’s aware of my dark thoughts. “It only makes me harder when you look at me with that fire in your eyes.”

I scoff before I can stop myself.

His gaze hardens. He pulls on the belt and shoves his fingers into my mouth. “Suck! Wrap those pretty little lips around my fingers.”

I make sure to burn him to ash with my eyes while I slowly do as he says.

His dark smile is back, and he watches me suck on his fingers as if they were his cock. My treacherous clit is in on the game now too, throbbing like a little bitch.

He cocks his head, his eyes locked on my mouth. “You really are fucking gorgeous like this, on your knees.”

And you would look amazing in pieces in an alligator-infested swamp somewhere,I think.

“Now, now, Sugar. There’s no need for that ire in your eyes.” He chuckles and rubs his wet fingers over my lips before sinking them back inside my mouth.

The gold metal of his wedding ring rubs on my tongue. He twists the belt around his hand once more. “Such a good little whore!”

Throb! Throb!

I should be appalled by his words…

He smirks. “Say it!”

I pause sucking.

He removes his fingers and fists a handful of hair at the back of my head. “Say it!”

My scalp burns. I wince, whispering, “I’m a whore.”

His muscles strain beneath his shirt as he leans down close to my face. “You’re a what?”

“I’m a whore!”

He tightens the belt. I reach up to pull it away from my throat, or try to, but it’s too tight! I can barely get my nails through the gap.

He watches me struggle. “You didn’t say it right.”

“Please.” My voice is more of a squeak than anything else.

“You’re a what?”

“I’m a good little whore!”

He leans back and loosens the belt just enough so I can drag in a shallow breath. “Take my cock out.”

My knees ache as I reach forward and lower his zipper before pushing his trousers and boxers past his thick thighs. His cock stands proud, precum glistening on the thick head. I go to touch him, but he shakes his head.

“Hands down by your sides. Open your mouth.”

My heart pounds as I follow orders. He brushes my long bangs from my face and fists his dick. He strokes it once, twice. “Are you wet, little slut?”

I clench my jaw. I really fucking am, but I won’t admit it.

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