Page 29 of Savage Assassin

And after that–

I’d been dancing a fine line. She was willing, up to a point. But everything we were going to do was also because wehadto, in order to not get caught. It was a blurry line between willingness and coercion, a real grey area that I was hellishly fucking uncomfortable with.

What I hadn’t expected was for her toactuallybe willing.

I’m not going to do more than I absolutely have to,I’d told her as I put my arm around her waist, touching her gently where her dress opened to reveal the bare flesh of her side, the slight curve of the side of her breast. When she’d asked what that meant, it had taken everything in me not to say things that I absolutely knew I fucking shouldn’t and had no business thinking at all.

It means I’m not going to bite your ear, even though my lips are so close to it. It means I’m not going to slide my hand up between your thighs and show you how it feels to have fingers that aren’t yours touch your clit. It means I’m not going to make you come in front of all these people, even though right now I’m having a hard fucking time remembering that any of them are here at all.

Instead, I’d pushed all those inappropriate, lewd fucking thoughts away and told her I’d go slow. That I wouldn’t hurt her. And I’d meant it.

I’d never fucking hurt her. I’d never do anything she didn’t want.

I tried to control it. I really fucking did. I didn’t want to frighten her, or make her feel violated, and I knew damned well that she’d never sat on a man’s lap and felt a hard cock pushing up against her ass before. Iknewthat. But it was fucking impossible to wrestle my body into submission. And that was just having her sitting in my lap.

I’d gone slow, both for her sake and mine, as slow as I fucking could without looking suspicious. I’d gone for bored instead, a rich fucking prick who could take his time deflowering his new acquisition because that much money didn’t mean shit to him. Andfuck, had I spent a lot of money getting her.

Ricardo Santiago was going to need a long time to recover from the blow his accounts had been dealt.

I knew I was making her feel things for the first time. Things that she wouldn’t have felt until she’d gotten married, had things shaken out the way they were supposed to for her, and maybe not even then. Whatever dried-up old asshole of a man that bargained for her hand in marriage probably wouldn’t have made her gasp by brushing a thumb over her nipple, cupping her breast in his hand.Iwas making her feel that way. Teaching her things she’d never experienced before.

I’d been so fucking hard it hurt. I knew she could feel it. I knew it by the way her eyes fluttered closed, the way she swallowed hard as I played with her nipple, drawing out the moment where I’d have to go a little further and realizing with painful arousal that it was turning her on. In this room full of things she’d never seen or experienced before, she was still experiencing arousal for the first time fromme.

It had turned me on more than it should. Apparently, innocence had a flavor that I enjoyed, and I wasn’t sure if I hated myself or not for it. I’d never had a girl so innocent in my arms before. Never fucked a virgin. Never had someone so close to me who knew so little of pleasure.

The man who’d stopped by, offering up his new pet to play with Elena while we watched, had been the only thing stopping me from doing something that would have made me hate myself later.

The sight of his new ‘pet’ covered in his cum and looking as glazed and miserable as most of the other women in the room, was a sharp and welcome reminder of where the fuck I was and what I was doing. Elena might be more willing than she knew, more receptive to these new pleasures than either of us had expected, but that didn’t change the fact that we were at an orgy comprised of bought women and the derelict pieces of shit who’d bought them, and that I shouldn’t be enjoying myself at all.

I find it’s more fun this way. Making them beg. More humiliating in the end.

Having to say that out loud, with my arm around Elena and my hands on her, had killed what was left of my arousal. Reassuring her that my refusal not to let him enjoy a show with her wouldn’t put us in danger had sunk that nail deeper into the coffin of my desire.

If only that had lasted.

Once he’d gone, I had to escalate things, at least a little. But I hadn’t expected to hear her moan just from the touch of my hand against her bare breast.

I’d seen her flush, seen how embarrassed she was. I’d seen the way she bit her lower lip as I touched her nipple, toying with it, feeling it stiff and hard and hot under my fingertips.

We had to keep going. Pushing that line. Trying to look as if I were participating in the night’s festivities without taking too much of her innocence. But I knew that a part of it was hypocrisy. I’d turned her in my lap not just for her own modesty, but because the idea of anyone else in that room seeing her bare breasts sent a surge of startling, possessive anger through me that I knew I had no fucking business feeling.

I’d had to push the thoughts in my head down, hard, when she’d straddled my lap. I knew she was wearing nothing underneath the dress. I knew she’d be shaved bare. Smooth and warm, and from the noises she’d been making as I touched her, probably wet too. All that was between her and my cock were a couple layers of fabric.

I hated myself for even thinking it. But at my core, I’m a man. A man who has always loved the pleasure of women, and as I slid my hands over the dress covering her breasts again, I’d had to fight away the desire to know what it would feel like to push myself inside of her as deeply as I could go.

The one thing that stopped me, besides the fact that I wouldn’t take her in public like this, was the knowledge that she’s a virgin.

I’d felt her breathe in as I’d pushed the dress away from her breasts, my hands skimming over her silky skin. But I hadn’t expected her reaction to my mouth on her nipple.

I hadn’t expected her to grab onto me, to arch and moan, or the way she’d come down into my lap, hips sinking against mine as the heat of her had burned through my suit trousers and into the aching flesh of my cock, it had felt like.

It had felt so fucking good.Toofucking good.

She’d moaned again when I’d sucked on her nipple, teeth grazing, and I’d felt myself hanging onto my own personal moral code by a fucking thread.

What is it about her that makes me want her so goddamned much?

It didn’t help that the whole fucking room was full of sex, escalating by the minute. The air was thick with it, hot with the scent of bodies and sweat and cum, mingled perfume and cologne, alcohol and smoke, and full of the sounds of it, too–the groans of men and the occasional moan of a woman finding a way to enjoy herself despite the situation. I hated it, all of it, the coercion and the reason all of this was happening at all, but my body reacted to it anyway. I felt it all throbbing just beneath my skin, a need waiting to burst out.

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