Page 87 of Devil's Bargain

As she lies back on the bed, I climb on after her and settle between her spread legs. Her tits strain against the straps. They’re so huge that I can barely cover them with my hands.

She moans as I cup one and knead it.

“Did he hit you?”

“Yes, he did. But I wanted it, Rick. I liked it!”

April enjoyed it…

I grab Maddie’s throat too tight and grind my cock against her pussy.

“Rick!” she chokes out, clawing at my wrist, so I let her go and crush my lips to hers. What would April have done? I can’t imagine that she would’ve complained. I’ve seen her bruises.

I break away from Maddie’s lips. Leaning on my elbow, I grip her jaw hard. “Do you want me to fuck you?”

It’s weird. It’s almost as if I’m trying it out to see howIfeel about treating her this way. I’m not surprised when Maddie tears her jaw out of my grip and gives me a questioning look. What does surprise me is the jolt I feel in my cock when I slap her across the cheek. Not as hard as I know April would want it, but hard enough that Maddie scrambles back on the bed and clutches her reddening skin.

“What the fuck, Rick?!”

I roll over on my back and stare at the ceiling. What is April doing to me?

“Is that the shit you’re into?”

“I don’t know.”

“You don’t know?” She sounds incredulous.

My cock has never been harder. “That’s what I said, didn’t I?”

She’s quiet for a moment before the bed shifts, and she straddles my lap. “Do you want to do it again?”

I squeeze my eyes shut and grab her hips. “Yes.”

“It’s sick, Rick!”

My cock throbs as I grind into her. Pink hair is all I see behind my closed lids. “I know.”

“Then do it.” She takes my hand and puts it around her neck.

My eyes fly open. “Why?” This is a fucking trap! She’s only letting me do this because she has an end goal, and that goal is me as her boyfriend. She doesn’t care what degrading acts she must do to get there. But even as the truth stares me in the eye, I find myself flipping us over and slapping her across the face.

Jesus fucking Christ, my cock throbs! Even more so when she whimpers with barely restrained fear.

“More, Rick!”

I chuckle, but it’s not an amused laugh. This woman is unbelievable! April lets men do this shit to her because she enjoys it and gets off on it. Maddie allows me to do it because she wants a trophy boyfriend to show off to her friends and family. I could be anyone.

I unzip my jeans, free my dick, and slide her panties aside. She doesn’t deserve foreplay. I plant my hand over her mouth so I won’t hear her whimpers as I take her in one thrust.

“Fuck!” I groan, burying my head in her neck. She’s so tight it fucking hurts.

I lift my head when I feel wet tears on my hands. But instead of taking my hand off her mouth, I slam into her again, watching her cry. This is what April gets off on. I imagine it’s her pink hair on the pillow, her tight pussy wrapped around my dick. “Is this what you want?”

Surprisingly she nods, but we both know she’s lying. She wants hearts and flowers. She wants to entrap me and seduce me with her new underwear. She wants to be the one in power.

“Yeah? You want me to hurt you?”

Her tears soak my hand, and a sob rips through her as she nods again.

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