Page 31 of Poisoned Pawn

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And like clockwork, she bolts.

Laughter rumbles up my chest and bursts free, echoing off the trees. Star’s head whips round as she startles at the sound and how close it is.

I don’t waste a second. I chase after her, and my cock strains, almost screams at me, to be set free. To find her wet cunt and bury itself inside. The pain is sublimely beautiful.

Closing the distance between us, I can taste her fear, taste her arousal.

“Are you ready for what comes next, Star?” I ask just as I wrap an arm around her and take her to the ground. She cries out as we hit, and I roll her to the side, snatching her arm and bringing it up behind her back.

“Get the fuck off me! What are you doing?” she yells, but she doesn’t struggle.

“I’m doing what I promised you I’d do. What you’ve been silently begging for since that first night at your house.” She scoffs, and I add, “Or maybe you’ve been wanting my cock again since the first night I fucked you, huh?”

“Once was enough, thanks,” she says flippantly.

“I guess we’re about to find out.” I pull her up with me as I get to my feet, pushing her back until she hits the large oak behind her.

Her eyes are on mine, wild and full of fury, and when she sees the rope in my hand, they widen, pupils dilating with lust.

“Put your hands out,” I tell her, holding my left hand out, palm up waiting.

“Fuck. You,” she spits out at me.

“Oh no, princess, that is what I’m about to do to you.” I take her hands, quickly wrapping one end of the rope round them several times like a coil, then needing to distract her, I slam my lips down on hers. Biting, sucking and fucking her mouth in an imitation of what I’ll be doing to her soon enough. Dropping her bound hands, I grab hold of her face, fusing her to me. As she melts against me, I slide a hand down her body and pop open the button of her jeans. I swallow her moan as it slips free when I reach inside and run a finger between her pussy lips. Fuck! I damn near come at how wet she is.

“Oh, Star, so fucking wet for me,” I growl against her lips. Kissing her again, I take hold of the rope and toss the loose end over the branch above us. She breaks the kiss as I catch it, but it’s too fucking late now. I have her right where I fucking want her.

Her mouth opens to protest, but nothing comes out as I rub my finger over her clit several times silencing her. I keep going, working her over until she’s bucking her hips, moaning and writhing and desperate for release. When she’s teetering on the edge, I pull my hand away and let out a laugh as she screams in frustration.

“Noooo! Fucking finish me off,” she demands, attempting to lower her hands and do it herself when she realises I’m not going to. Her lack of inhibition turns me on even more, and I remember how much she begged me to fuck her the night we met.

A quick tug on the rope binding her hands reminds her who is in charge.

“Tut, tut. Restraint remember.” I can make out her flushed cheeks as she tips her head back toward the sky, confirming her arousal, but the furious fire burning behind her eyes speaks volumes about how pissed she is to be left hanging. Literally.

With that thought in mind, I loop the loose end between her hands and over the binding coil then tug until her arms begin to stretch over her head. I keep pulling until only her tiptoes are touching the ground.

“Carter…”

“Shh, good girl,” I whisper as I tie the rope off. Then I step back and admire my work. I grab my dick through my jeans, giving it a squeeze as I look at her hanging there vulnerable and free for me to take what I want.

Star’s eyes track my every movement as I bend down and pull a knife free from my boot. She licks her lips as her thighs tense when I take a step toward her.

“Carter, what…” My name on her lips is cautious but intrigued too, and to reassure her I move in close and suck her bottom lip into my mouth while I let my fingers seek out her wet cunt again. I skip over her clit in favour of plunging my middle finger inside her. “I’ve got you. Good girl.”

“Ahhh, fuck!” she groans as I pump in and out of her.

Withdrawing my finger and eliciting another frustrated groan from her, I raise my hand and make sure she’s watching, eyelids heavy with arousal as I suck it into my mouth, licking it clean.

I swap the finger in my mouth for the handle of my blade so I can tug down her jeans and discard her shoes, leaving her lower half in nothing but her thong. Rising back up, I hold out the hem of my hoodie, levelling her with a questioning look, then I raise it up over her head and leave it resting behind her neck. Then I take the knife from my lips and trail it up her body, resting the tip in the dip of her neck.

Her gasp only heightens my need for this woman. I don’t think she has any idea of the power she holds right now, or just how much she speaks to my soul. I don’t let that thought manifest too much, and instead I cut open her polo neck, making quick work of it with my blade. By the time I’m finished, her polo neck is nothing more than ribbons. With every swipe of my blade, Star’s pants and gasps and whimpers urged me on, feeding my deep desire to ravish her. To feel her pussy wrapped around my cock as I fuck her.

Something primal, carnal, comes over me as I look at her, clothes in tatters, breasts heaving and full and begging for attention. Who am I to deny them. Or myself.

“Sweet, sweet, Star,” I drawl, twirling my blade between my fingers. I move in, flicking the button of my own jeans open, then I duck down and tuck my knife away. I can’t resist the lure of her pussy as I rise and find myself burying my head between her thighs and inhaling the heavenly scent of her arousal through her thin underwear. Her thighs part in invitation, and I take full advantage, licking a hot path with my tongue up her thinly covered slit.

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