Page 41 of Devil's Bargain

As if he knows I’m close, he slaps my cheek again and grips my chin, forcing me to look at him. “What are you?” When I don’t reply, he jostles me. “Answer me!”

I push up on my heels so I can take him deeper. “I’m a whore!”

“Good girl.”

I can’t keep it off any longer. I throw my head back on the pillow, climaxing with a scream as every muscle in my body tenses.

Scott is not far behind. His chest rumbles with a deep groan as he comes inside my ass. Then, when he’s calmed down enough to catch his breath, he sweeps his eyes over my face.

My make-up is smeared, and my cheek is bright red from when he hit me earlier.

He climbs off without another word, leaving me tied to the bed while he walks into the bathroom. Soon the shower runs.

I blink, lifting my head off the pillow, staring at the bathroom door.

What the fuck?

I test the restraints while cum seeps out of my ass.

My eyes sting with emotion. How long is he going to leave me here like this? I roll over on the bed and manage to get up on my knees. Beads of blood decorate my wrists like bracelets.

“Oh god!” I whimper, and tug on the leather. I can’t undo the belt and it hurts to pull on it. The door slams shut behind me, causing me to jump and let out a frightened cry.

Scott walks out stark naked, scrubbing his damp hair with a towel. “It’s pointless trying!” he drawls.

I don’t like to have my back to him, so I shift on the bed. The only problem is that now my arms are suspended above and below my head. “Are you going to let me go?”

He throws the towel down on the floor, picks up his packet of cigarettes off the desk, and lights one up. Smoke swirls in the dim streetlight inside the room. “Stop talking!”

I test the restraints again, but all it does is make my tits jiggle. “You fucking shit! You can’t keep me here!”

He takes another deep drag. “You’re going to stay here for as long as I fucking like.”

“I don’t belong to you!”

He stubs out the cigarette on the desk and stands up. His dick is hardening again. “See something you like?” he taunts, stroking his thick length.

I pull on the belt again as he stops in front of me and fondles my breasts.

“Get your hands off me!” I hiss.

He climbs on the bed and kneels in front of me with his dick in my face. Brushing my damp hair from my eyes, he drags his fingers over the redness on my cheek. “Tell me again how much you don’t want my hands on you.”

He strokes his thick length and rubs the bulbous head over my lips. “Tell me again how much you don’t want to choke on my cock.”

Liquid fire shoots straight down to my core.

He fists my hair and angles my head back, so I’m forced to look him in the eyes.

I wrap my lips around his engorged head, moaning low in my throat.

He grins darkly and tightens his grip on my hair, his fingers tangled in the strands. “That’s it, all the way in!”

The belt on my wrists pulls taught as he hits the back of my throat. My instinctive reaction is to push him away, but I’m trapped.

“Good girl!” he grunts when my gagging subsides. I relax my throat, my lips brushing against his base as I take him deeper.

When I pull back, I’m met with his phone camera. He smirks, running his hand through my hair.

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