Page 56 of Wicked Trouble

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’ve paid everything I owe.” Cammie squirmed as Zane slid his thick fingers into her corset to pull her ID out.

He brushed the back of his hand against one beaded nipple before holding her ID up for both of them to read.

“Looks like I got the right person after all. You should have known a disguise wouldn’t work, Miss Sheppard.” With lightning-fast reflexes, Zane whipped out handcuffs then secured them over her wrists before she could blink. “You’re coming with me to lock-up. And don’t think whining to the judge about being broke will get you anywhere. We had a deal. You didn’t pay.”

“No, please no! I’ll do anything. Please!” She tried to turn but Zane had a firm grip on her binding, holding her in place. “I can’t go to jail! I’ll die in there.”

Zane leaned closer. “No, but you’ll probably wish you had.” He slipped his hand to her exposed nipples, brushing across both with his open palm. “But I suppose I’m willing to negotiate something.”

He tugged the opening of her corset, loosening it even more so both tits spilled out.

“But it’s gonna cost you.” He cupped both breasts as he kissed along the side of her neck. “I’m not a cheap man to buy, and you already owe me, sooo…”

Her legs wobbled. Her pussy throbbed. Her nipples perked up even more, aching as he rolled them roughly between his thumb and fingers.

He nipped her earlobe and she melted.

“On your knees.” He pushed her down so that she hit the floor hard then circled her, appraising her submission like she was a misbehaving animal. “What will you pay me to let you go?” He circled again. “You have no money, obviously.” He paused in front of her, his fingers on the zipper of his slacks. “Will you take my cock down your throat?”

Cammie nodded. “All the way down.”

Zane raised an eyebrow. “Oh really?” He unzipped. “I’m not sure you’re prepared for my cock.”

Cammie licked her lips as she looked up at him through her eyelashes. “I’ve got a big mouth.”

Zane’s lips quirked but he didn’t laugh. “We’ll see about that.” He opened his pants, and his cock sprang out, the tip glistening with pre-cum.

Cammie shifted forward, shuffling on her knees to get closer. She licked the dab of cum from Zane’s slit, savoring the salty tang before rubbing her tongue along his shaft then over his balls.

“Good girl.” He moaned as he slipped his fingers into her hair.

She made her way back up his shaft, licking and flicking along this crown until she was right back where she started. His cock was huge and thick, but she was sure she could take him all the way down—after all, she had before. He nudged his cock against her lips and tugged at her hair, letting her know she was wasting his time. She opened her mouth until her jaw popped then swallowed him whole. When the tip of his dick hit the back of her throat, she adjusted, tilted back a little, then welcomed him all the way.

She hummed and he groaned, his fingers digging into her scalp to hold her in place as he rocked himself back and forth, fucking her mouth and her throat as her tits swayed and her nipples brushed against the open zipper of his pants.

She thought he might spew just from her blow job, but he pulled back before his thrusts became too urgent.

“Get up,” he ordered once he’d slipped his cock from her lips.

She scrambled to do as he’d said, saliva and pre-cum dripping down her chin as she struggled to get up quickly.

“Turn around.” He grabbed her wrists once she had her back to him then unlocked one handcuff. “Put your arms in front of you.”

She did as she was told and he quickly re-cuffed her, then hoisted her arms up as he moved her backward, his face inches from hers, his eyes blasting with heat. Her ass hit the wall, followed by her shoulders. Zane hooked the cuffs above her head so she had to stretch, practically on her tiptoes.

“You’re at my mercy now.” He grinned. “I’m going to make you earn your freedom.”

He pulled the rest of the binding of her corset so it slipped from her body then fell to the floor with a thud. The cool air caressed her nipples, making them bud. She wanted Zane’s mouth to warm her up, but instead he moved out of her line of vision.

She heard the snap of leather pulling taut then felt the bite of the whip against her tits. She arched away from another strike but with nowhere to go, she really was at his mercy. The whip hit again, stinging along the top of her breasts, licking at her nipples so that they exploded with fire.

He moved in front of her, whip in hand and expression all business. “You’re going to wish you’d paid up on time before I’m done with you.”

He sank to his knees then lifted her skirt with the tip of the whip handle. She wasn’t wearing panties, of course, so she felt his hot breath against her pussy immediately.

“I know just how to torture a lady like you,” he said. “Let’s see how many times you can come in one night, shall we?”

He rubbed the whip handle along her pussy lips, poking at her clit roughly. She wiggled and squirmed, but he gripped her hip with one hand then shoved his face between her legs, rubbing his nose against her slit, then his tongue, teasing her with soft, probing caresses. She moaned when he latched onto her sensitive nub, her body contorting against the wall as he sucked her hard with his mouth and used the whip handle to fuck her pussy.

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