Page 74 of Degrees of Control

“Yes, Mr. Hunter.”

James climbed on top of her, rubbing the tip of his cock between her folds. Charlie bucked up, trying to draw him in deeper, and received a sharp slap on the thigh.

“No, you don’t. You’re not using any of your pussy tricks on me tonight, girl. You’ll get dick when I decide to give it to you.”

“Yes, Mr. Hunter.”

James’ smile was malicious, his gaze heavier than a tonne of bricks. One big hand rose up to clamp itself around her neck, not hard but firm. “So the secret goes like this, darlin’. I heard there’s a pretty girl with big blue eyes who’s been slumming up the sheets with one of the Midwest’s finest. Do you happen to know who this pretty girl is?”

She stiffened underneath him. How the hell did he know about Travis? And why did he think they’d slept together?

“You’re taking your sweet old time responding, darlin’, so I’ll give you a hint.” He tapped his cock on her swollen clit and she moaned. “Officer Bartel is the man who’s getting fucked. In the mysterious case of ‘Who’s fuckin’ Officer Bartel’ you are the number one suspect. So I’m gonna ask you again, are you that pretty girl?”

He stared at her, eyes blazing, erect cock still stroking her pussy. He was getting off on this, she realized. Someone had told him Travis was taking her to Sophia’s wedding and he wanted to remind her of his power. That shark-like smile was saying ‘you can go to all the weddings with all the men you like, honey, I still own you.’ What was sad and downright painful was that he was probably right.

“Charlotte.” James’ voice was dangerously low. “If you don’t speak in the next ten seconds, I’m gonna turn you over and beat your ass blue. Then I’m going to fuck it till you can’t walk.”

She shivered. “I like men in uniform,” she said, knowing he liked it when she played the brat.

James snarled and drove himself inside her with one powerful thrust. She cried out at the sudden penetration, straining against the bonds around her wrists. “James!”

“That’s enough. Now you’ll tell me the truth, girl, you fucked him? You fucked this cop?”

Charlie’s skin burned. Her invisible boyfriend, the one James was always stealing her off, finally had a face and a name and a job. It added a kind of strange intensity to the feeling of coercion. “Yeah, I screwed him.”

James’ eyes went black. His bottom lip twisted into a sneer. “I thought as much, you’ve always been greedy, haven’t you, girl? How’d he want you? On top? You ride his dick?”

“From behind.”

“Well isn’t that perfect.” He chuckled into her neck and for some reason the sound terrified her.Say red if you want it to stop, say red.

But she didn’t and James titled his hips and began pounding deep inside her with palpable single-minded fury. “Your new man got a big cock?”

Charlie nodded, biting the insides of her cheeks to keep from screaming. She’d learned by now that screaming meant James would pull out and spank her. “You like it?”

He was working ferociously now, stroking over her G-spot, grating up against her clit.

“I asked you a question, girl, did you like it? Did you come?” Charlie shook her head. “Why not?”

“He came first.”

James laugh sounded unhinged. “He lick you?”

“He wanted to but I left.”

“So you came crawling over here to get what you want from me.” He gave another deranged-sounding chuckle. “Ain’t I special, sweetheart?”

Wasn’t that the point? That no one in the known universe could make her feel the way James did? Wasn’t that the very reason they played these games?

His sweat blended with the oil on her abdomen until they were both slippery, but James didn’t stop to get a towel. He fucked her like a god taking an insignificant mortal, like he didn’t care if he tore her apart. His callousness was deeper, more pronounced than it had ever been, and that fact, processed though her twisted masochistic brain, sent her hurtling toward orgasm. It felt like her pussy was melting and freezing at once. She couldn’t take much more of this. “James, please, I’m so close, please.”

“Not what you call me when I’m inside you, is it, girl?”

“No, Mr. Hunter.”

Every pulse was delicious, she wanted him deeper, deeper, deeper. He could fuck his way into her throat for all she cared, she just needed to come.

“You wanna finish?” James snarled. “You wanna gush all over my cock? Tell me how I feel, keep talking.”

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