Page 44 of The Biting Bargain

"Tell me what you want, dove," he says dreamily, squeezing another torturous finger into my dripping pussy and causing me to actually squeal. "What is it you secretly crave when you’re all alone with yourself?"

My mind is still reeling from the last orgasm and I watch mesmerized as his fingers sliding in and out of me?

"What…" I swallow. "What do you mean?"

"Tell me what it is you crave," he growls.

"…ah!" I squirm, arching my back into his touch as he slides deeper into me, his fingers rubbing that spot again that lets me hear the angels sing.

I stare at him, eyes burning, clawing for a little shred of my self-control. He dives up from my thighs, a wicked, lopsided grin on his face. All I can do is nod.

"Here’s the thing," he says, leaning in, changing the angle of his fingers inside me slightly, the heel of his hand squeezing against my clit and I convulse with a gasp. "You made it very clear that this is a bite-only event. Yet here I am, knuckles deep inside your wet and willing pussy with you telling me to give you more. This tells me you’ve been entertaining this little scenario for a while, haven’t you?"

I stare back, clenching my teeth. "You’re evil…"

"And still you want me to fuck you."

I press my lips together.

"I can’t hear you, dove," he says, his wicked grin widening.

He’s increasing the pace of his fingers and the friction is short-circuiting what’s left of my filters.

"Fine! I want you to fuck me," I blurt out.

"Go on." He adds his thumb to the mix, flattening my clit and I gasp. Everything is too much, too good — his touch, his blunt fingers spreading me wide, the feeling of being crowded, exposed, pinned down and interrogated.

"I want you to bend me over and fuck me from behind…" Everything is starting to spill out of me. Like he’s tapped that dark and dirty part of my subconscious that’s usually quiet and neatly stowed in the basement of my mind. Everything I was told was depraved and not suitable for someone like me.

Everything I should be ashamed of comes tumbling out of my mouth, and I’m unable to hold it back.

I gasp. "I want you to hurt me…"

"Hurt you?" Vincent’s expression changes into surprised interest. His free hand roams my upper body, cupping my right breast and squeezes. My nipples are rock-hard under the fabric, bristling against the palm of his hand. I gasp, arching myself into his touch.

"You like a little pain?" he asks, sounding slightly amused, but I can’t really tell because the desire inside me reaches an entire new level and I’m finally losing it.

"Please," I whimper as the rest of my defenses crumble underneath his wolfish grin. "Please, fuck me already, please, oh god…"

Somewhere along the line the movie stops. There’s too much sensation and my brain probably shuts down. I convulse violently around his fingers as I come for a third and devastating time. My voice is gone, only a silent scream is ripped from somewhere deep inside me and then my body is done taking. I just crash into the bliss that is swallowing me, and the last clear thought spiraling away is that’s it’s probably better he hasn’t really gotten around to actually fucking me — before I pass out.

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Next thing I know,I'm waking in the bed in my room in Vincent's mansion. The room lies in a dim semi-darkness. My head feels like it's filled with cotton, and it takes me a while to realize that it's my legs propped up on a pile of pillows. There’s an IV in my arm again. A tube leads up to a plastic bag from which a clear liquid is trickling down.

I watch it, fascinated.

Drip - drip - drip.

"That's just NaCl. You were pretty dehydrated."

I sit up, which only results in the world undulating some more. A little farther from the bed, Vincent sits in a cone of light at a desk, his broad back turned toward me. A faint clacking sound tells me he's typing away on his laptop.

"What now?" I ask, confused.

"Sodium chloride," he replies. "Saline solution. Stabilizes the electrolyte balance in the human body."

"Why..." I start, then remember what happened on the backseat of his limo. Shutting my mouth, my cheeks burning, I sink back into the pillows.

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