Page 27 of Vicious Games

“Shhh… The partition is up. He can’t see or hear a thing.”

I bit my lip. I wished I could believe him, but without my sight, there was no way to verify it.

Roman chuckled as he inched my dress up further. “Trust me, kitten. I’m not sharing even a glimpse of you with anyone.”

Trust.

There was that awful word again.

The hem of my dress bunched at my hips as my thighs were exposed.

“Roman, I…”

He hooked his fingers into the waistband of my lace panties and pulled. They stopped right at the curve of my ass. “If you don’t lift your hips up, I can always just tear them off.”

At his subtle threat, I lifted my hips.

I felt the whisper of the fabric caress my legs as he pulled the panties down and over my high-heeled shoes. He then pushed my dress higher until it pooled around my waist, exposing my ass and legs.

Roman placed his hands on my knees and spread them open wide. Despite the intimacy of the limo interior, I felt exposed and vulnerable without my sight.

The soft waves of his dark hair brushed my inner thighs as he leaned over me. He pushed his tongue between the seam of my pussy lips.

“Oh, God,” I moaned as I leaned back into the soft cushions.

Using the tip of his tongue, he flicked my clit in a steady rhythm.

My mouth fell open as my chest rose.

As he tortured me with his tongue, he pushed first one, then a second finger inside of me. He pumped them in and out of my tight hole with the same rhythm as his tongue.

My fingers clawed at the seat. My hips lifted as he increased the pressure and rhythm. I drove my fingers into his hair, pulling him closer. Losing my sight only increased my pleasure. Everything I felt was sharper and more intense. The feel of the velvet upholstery beneath my fingertips. The slight stubble on his jaw as it brushed the sensitive skin of my inner thighs. The silky feel of his hair against my palm. The sound of his steady breath next to my hesitant gasps.

A deep-throated moan escaped my lips.

“That’s my dirty little girl, moan for me. I want you to come on my tongue.”

“Fuck, oh, God!”

I shamelessly spread my legs as far as I could as I pulled his head against my pussy. The orgasm hit like an overwhelming wave. It pulled me under. I couldn’t breathe. I felt as if I were tumbling head over heels in a storm-tossed ocean.

Before I could recover, Roman grasped my hips and flipped me. My knees were on the limo floor, with my forearms resting on the seat. Then there was the unmistakable sound of his zipper lowering. I hated how excited that sound made me. It was the sound of domination, of control, of his power over me. I braced myself for his thrust.

He placed the head of his cock at my entrance. He leaned over my body. “Who owns you?”

“Roman, please…”

He slapped my ass. “Who owns you?”

“You do,” I whimpered, defeated.

He thrust in deep. My body shifted forward, burying my face in the seat. He continued to pound into me without mercy. Despite his repeated rough handling, my tight hole still burned with each entrance of his thick cock, almost as if it were the first time. With each thrust, my body had to stretch and strain to accommodate him.

His fingers dug into my hips as he pushed deeper and deeper, consuming me.

The blindfold allowed me to disconnect. I could almost pretend it was someone else’s body. That it was someone else buckling under his powerful assault to their senses. That it was another woman falling victim to his domineering touch.

That it was someone else slowly dying from his poisonous touch.

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