Page 17 of One Twisted Lie

“No, I’m not.”

My mind is not kidding but other parts of me…they’re screaming for him. My ass clenches in anticipation, and I get this jittery bubbling in my stomach. Images of me bent over for him fill my head. His gigantic cock in my ass, his hands holding my hips steady, his dirty talk filling my ears.

I think I like the idea way too much.

“Really?” Carter asks skeptically. He closes his laptop and sets it to the side. “Get up.”

“Not because you said so,” I mumble, getting up and standing in front of him awkwardly. “What now?”

“I think you like being told what to do,” he says. “I think the bigking of kingssecretly wants someone to use him. I think you like being humiliated, and I think you especially like being humiliated by me.”

My neck flushes and I stutter. “I—”

“There’s no shame here, princess,” he says soothingly. “Just clear your head and listen to me.”

I bite down on my bottom lip and think it through. Would it be so bad to just turn my brain off for a minute? Listening to him, it isn’t complicated. All I have to do is do what he says, knowing I’ll get rewarded in the end.

But, because I’m me, I won’t make it easy for him. “Fine.”

“So stubborn,” he says with a roll of his eyes. “Take your pants off.”

I do as he says, not self-conscious at all because I know my body is hot as hell.

He looks at me appreciatively as I drag my underwear down and present him with my aching cock. “Turn around, bend over, and spread your cheeks so I can look at that hole.”

Now the self-consciousness hits. He wants to see my…Jesus Christ, he’s dirty. I know I have a nice ass, but I don’t manscape or anything. There’s like…hair down there. Regardless, my body complies. I turn around and lean on Magnus’s bed, reaching behind me and pulling my cheeks apart with a gulp.

A few minutes pass in pregnant silence, and it’s like I can feel his eyes looking straight into my ass. He comes up behind me and trails his finger down my crack, humming to himself as his other hand kneads my ass cheek.

“Do you want my fingers in you?” he asks, leaning over my back so he can nip at the back of my neck. “Does my dirty princess want to get finger-fucked?”

“I guess—Ow!” I give a little yelp as my body jumps quickly. He just slapped my ass.

“Try again. Say,please give me your fingers.”

“No way—Fuck! Stop hitting me!”

“Do you really want me to?” He chuckles, rubbing my sore ass before giving me another slap. “Your ass looks so nice with my handprints all over it.”

I bite down on the comforter below me—ignoring the thought of germs—and squirm. I don’t want to admit this, but fuck me, my ass is aching in all the right ways. “Maybe I like it.”

“I know you do,” he says, spanking me again. “Now, what’s the magic word?”

I swallow and hide my face. “Please…”

“Please what?”

“Please…” I squirm yet again and whine when he gives me another slap. “Please, give me your fingers.”

“Give me a second to find where Mag keeps the lube.” He disappears for a moment, and I wait with bated breath. When I feel the cool gel run through my crack, I flinch. I try to breathe out and relax when I feel him poking around back there. I suck in a sharp breath as one finger breeches me, thick and forceful. “There you go. So fucking hot. How does it feel, princess?”

I want to tell him it feels like crap. I want to tell him that we can fuck off with this experiment because nothing could feel good coming from him. I shouldn’t like it. I shouldn’t like the way his finger circles my hole before going back in again or the way he hooks it inside of me and makes me whimper.

But I’m not in control right now. “So good…”

“Give yourself over to me,” he says, running his hand up and down my back as he slips in another finger.

“Oh, fuck!”

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