Page 144 of Devil's Bargain

I can’t stop the moan that rings out in the morning sun. He’s a sick and twisted man, but his cock feels like fucking heaven.

“You’re wrong,” he growls, slapping my ass again, massaging the reddening cheek. “It’s quite the opposite. With my money and success, I can get any woman I want to let me slap her around and fuck her every which way.” He slams into me hard enough to make the table scrape against the porcelain slabs.

I moan again as one of the servants watches from the floor-to-ceiling window with his dick in his hand.

“What makes you worth every penny is that you don’t want it. You love every minute, but you don’t want to, and you’re fucking vocal about that fact!”

The man in the window rubs his dick faster.

I let out another mewl, clenching around the delicious cock inside me.

“Do you like him watching us?”

“I hope you crash your car when you leave!”

He groans as if the poison spewing from my lips is an aphrodisiac. “God, you’re a dangerous woman!” He clicks his finger, and the man in the window scurries into action.

As he opens the door and joins us outside, Salt and Pepper takes a seat on the patio chair. Then he guides me on top of him. My shoulders ache, and my tied hands are squished between his stomach and my back. If only he would untie me…

“Do you think she’s pretty?” he asks the servant.

The man bows low. “Very, sir!”

“You were stroking your dick just now?”

The servant clears his throat. “Yes, sir.”

Salt and Pepper wraps his hand around my throat and grips my hip with his other hand, but instead of taking my pussy, I feel him at my ass.

My eyes flutter shut as he works his thick cock inside me until I’m fully seated.

He groans through clenched teeth.

It burns deliciously. “I hate you!”

He chuckles and groans as though I’m torturing him. “What else?”

I rise up and sink back down. My ass is on fire. “I’m going to ruin you one day! You’re going to regret ever laying a finger on me!”

He starts thrusting from beneath.

The servant is watching and waiting for orders.

“Lick her pussy!” Salt and Pepper instructs the man before biting down on my shoulder.

I cry out in pain, but it soon becomes a tortured moan when his servant drops to his knees and covers me with his hot mouth.

“Look around you, sweet angel!” Salt and Pepper whispers, his breath hot on my ear. “This could be your life. The house, the cock in your ass. The servant’s lips on your pussy.”

“Fuck you!” I choke out, delirious with pleasure. “I fucking hate you!”

He lets go of my throat and palms my tits. “Watch him lick you! He’ll do it all day long if I order him.”

My eyes drop to the stranger between my legs. His cheeks glisten with my slick arousal as he eats me out like I’m the finest dessert.”

“Guess what else he’ll do?”

I roll my hips. “Stop talking!”

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