Page 34 of Degrees of Control

“You’ll pay for that,” James promised. “I’ll make you pay for biting me, bitch.”

His hands dug under her ass and faster than lightning, Charlie was on her stomach with James along her back. She pushed against him with all her strength but nothing happened. She might as well have been shoving against a warm brick wall.

Red. You can say “red” and he’ll stop.

But she didn’t want him to stop. Not yet. James manipulated her onto all fours like a doll, his hard thighs keeping hers spread apart. Charlie struggled against his grip and received a sharp slap on her ass.

“Fight me as hard as you want, darlin’, it won’t make a difference.”

He gripped her hair, pressing her face into the thick carpet and slid back inside her, the sudden penetration raw and visceral.

Charlie tried to squeeze her legs together, but he spanked her and pressed them back open. He plunged into her cunt and she shuddered around him. Where he’d tapped her G-spot before, he was battering it now, his flesh smacking into her ass and cunt and clit like she was nothing at all. Her pussy was like a flower, spreading and swelling greedily, trying to pull in more sensation. An open palm stung her left ass cheek, the pain turning into her pleasure.

“You’ll get my hand this time, girl, but you bite me like that again and I’m gonna take a belt to your ass.”

Another blow landed on her right cheek and she jerked uselessly in his grip. That same mean laugh. “You like that, don’t you? You get wetter every time, I can feel it. C’mon, sweetheart, scream for me.”

Another stinging slap, then another, then another until she was a writhing, useless mess. The pain kept her climax at bay and she was relieved when he collapsed on top of her, pressing her body into the carpet. “Good girl. Now you just lie there nice and soft, I wanna come in you.”

Desperately, she tried to squirm against him. “Please stop, I can’t, I don’t want to,please.”

“Too fucking bad.”

He ploughed into her with short, sharp thrusts, satisfying himself with her flesh. The warmth between their bodies was oppressive and her orgasm seemed to swell in the pressure, blowing out like an overheated balloon.

“Oh God, James, James,James.”

“You’re gonna cream, aren’t you, bitch?”

Charlie had never been so sure of anything. He could pull out and leave her empty and she’d still come.

James chuckled. “Even when I use you like a blow-up doll, you get off. Know why that is, Charlotte?” He whispered the words in her ear like it was a childhood secret, like a prayer. “Because you’re my whore.”

Charlie screamed so loud the sound ate up the world. James pumped, once, twice, three times, then went rigid behind her, swearing like a sailor. They shuddered like animals, riding out their climaxes until they were both completely drained.

Chapter 9

After they’d lain on the floor for about a million years, Charlie turned to look at James.

“Hi.”

“Hey.”

“That was…”

“Yeah.”

A small bead of blood studded James’ lip where she’d bitten him. She wiped it away with her thumb, slightly freaked out by her own aggressiveness. “I’m so sorry.”

“Doesn’t matter, I deserved it.”

He rolled onto his back, the muscles of his chest flexing like something out of a fantasy. She watched the thick lines of the stallion on his ribs move, dying to ask him if he knew how to ride a horse.

James stared at the ceiling. “I could use a smoke. Gave them up a few years ago but it’d be worth quitting again just to lie here and have a drag now.”

Charlie smiled.I should really clear out. It must be close to midnight and I can’t afford a taxi.But she didn’t move and neither did he. It wasn’t a smart idea, she knew. Just lying this close to James felt like a risk, like dozing beside a fully grown tiger. She didn’t know if it was the rough sex or what came before it, but she had the strangest urge to cry. There were just too many things to feel at the same time.

“Is it yoga that makes your pussy clamp up like that?” James asked, and Charlie laughed, glad for the opportunity to escape her own muddled post-sex thoughts. “I don’t know, maybe.”

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