Page 28 of Vicious Games

As my tormented soul cried out, I begged him to thrust harder, to hurt me.

“Harder, Roman. Spank me. Oh, God, make it hurt!”

The harsh sting of his palm sharpened my pleasure and silenced the voices in my head screaming for me to run as far away as I possibly could from this man.

Roman spanked my ass again and again. He spanked me harder than he ever had before as I screamed out for more. My skin was on fire, hot needles scraping along my skin from my upper thighs to the top of my ass.

He shoved his fist into my hair and twisted it painfully, forcing my head back. “That’s it, baby girl. Take my cock. Every hard inch, like my good little whore.”

My pussy clenched at his degrading words. Fuck me, I loved when he called me his good little whore. His kinky praise made me push my hips back, meeting his punishing thrusts as yet another orgasm raged inside of me.

As my pussy gripped his cock, he whispered harshly, “Are you going to swallow my come like a good girl?”

“Yes,” I whimpered.

Using his grip on my hair, he spun me around. Without warning, he thrust his cock between my lips. I didn’t even have a chance to take a deep breath through my nose before his hot come spurted onto my tongue and down my throat, choking me. He pulled out as I coughed and sputtered before thrusting in again. I dutifully swiped my tongue around his softening cock, licking every drop of my shame. The blindfold disguised my tears.

I could feel Roman’s body shift. As he sat on the seat, he then pulled me onto his lap. He petted my hair, smoothing it off my face.

The limo pulled to a stop.

“Can I take the blindfold off now?”

“No.”

“Roman, please, you can’t take me out in public now.”

There was a cool breeze as the limo door opened. “We are here, Mr. Winterbourne.”

My only small saving grace was that I couldn’t see the expression on the driver’s face.

Roman exited the limo first. Then his hands gripped my upper arms as he lifted me out of the limo and set me on my feet, my dress falling back into place. I reached out for him, touching my hands to his chest. “Please, Roman. My dress is probably all wrinkled. People will know we had sex in the limo!”

“Good. I want them to know. I want every person who sees you to know that you are claimed by me.”

Although I couldn’t see it, I could hear the smirk in his voice.

“Can I at least take off the blindfold to check my makeup?”

He pulled me close. He placed a finger under my chin and tilted my head back. “Your lips are a kiss-swollen crimson red. Your cheeks have a delightful pink blush. Your silky hair is a glorious tangle of curls and waves. I’ve never seen you look more beautiful.”

“Do you really mean that, or do you just want me to stop fussing?”

He ran his hand down my back and over my ass. “All teasing aside, I would never allow you to be embarrassed in public, darling. There is no one around us. Your dress is only wrinkled a little around the waist and you truly are the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever laid eyes on.”

Damn him. Just when I was convinced I hated him, he went and said something charming and wonderful.

Before I could respond, he swept me up into his arms.

“What are you doing?”

“There are several stairs, and I don’t want you to trip.”

“You could just take off the blindfold.”

“Nice try.”

I could tell we’d entered a building, but it definitely didn’t sound like a restaurant. It was too quiet. The sounds of his steps echoed as he walked down some sort of hallway with me. After several minutes, he finally put me down.

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