Page 63 of Dark Ink

Fear reached her eyes before she turned her back on me. She’d do whatever I told her to tonight just to stop me from committing murder. I wasn’t a good enough man not to take advantage of this.

Her hands trembled as she found the edge of the desk, her knees wobbled as she bent over.

I stalked over to her. Her breath hitched as I neared, my footsteps echoing in the silent art room.

I kicked her feet out wide so that her thighs were forced to part. “Whores don’t close their legs. Don’t you dare close them again. Understand?”

She let out a small moan. Fuck, I could smell her pussy, ripe and juicy and I hadn’t even touched her yet. I bet she was already wet just at my words.

I grabbed her hair and pulled back, just enough to cause her to whimper. I bent over to growl in her ear. “Do you understand?”

“Y-yes…sir.”

My cock swelled.

I let go of her hair and she sagged against the desk.

“Good girl.”

I straightened and reached down between her legs to touch her pussy—my pussy. Fuck, she wasn’t just wet, she was dripping like paint all over the floor. I rumbled with approval. “You little whore. Your greedy little cunt is already soaked for me.”

I ran my fingers along her slit, eliciting moans from her, her hips arching back toward me, begging for more. I rubbed her juices back and forth bringing more of it back toward her asshole. She didn’t know it yet, but I was going to fill both her holes. And she was going to love it.

When I touched her puckered hole, she flinched, her thighs threatening to snap together if it weren’t for the boot I had between them.

I brought my palm down on her ass with a loud crack.

She yelped then let out a moan.

“What did I say about closing your legs?”

She widened her legs, but not as wide as they were before.

“Wider.” I punctuated my admonishment with another smack, this time just a little too hard.

She hissed. But she did what I demanded.

I brushed my fingers lightly over the red mark I’d made on her ass, a reward. Before running them along her crack again and circling her asshole. She tensed.

“Breathe, Eithne. I promise, you’ll fucking love this.”

I felt her inhale then as she relaxed, giving herself to me, her complete trust rushing through my veins like cocaine.

I massaged her asshole with the fingers of one hand, circling her clit with the fingers of the other, until she was pushing back and moaning. I grinned to myself. “Such a good little whore.”

I pulled my hands off her only to strip myself of clothes.

She moaned. “Rian, please… I need…”

“I’m right here, baby.”

I snatched a paintbrush from a pot hanging on an easel, the smooth handle was about the width of a thumb. Perfect.

I kneeled behind her and rubbed the handle end along her pussy, coating it until it was wet enough to slide inside her. She moaned and bucked back.

“Fuck, yes. More.”

“Such a greedy slut,” I breathed against her folds before I licked a long line all the way back and up.

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