Page 86 of The Sadist and the Brat

She let out a breathless laugh and wiggled, trying to get comfortable. She was still swollen from her earlier orgasms, making his dick feel impossibly, deliciously thick inside her. “That’s not a warning,” she told him, and, delighted with the opportunity, rubbed her breasts into the fur on his chest.

“Want me to stop?” he asked and began to lift her off his invading length.

“Don’t you dare,” she said, and dug her nails into the back of his neck in warning.

“None of that,” he warned. “Or I’ll take you to the bedroom, tie you to the bed…”

She sank her nails a little deeper into his skin. “I like it so far.”

“…and fuck you so slow it’ll be midnight before you come again.”

“Bastard,” she managed and, swallowing a laugh, pulled her hands from around his neck and tucked them behind her, pinning them between her back and the wall. “There. Satisfied?”

“Getting there,” he said, eyes gleaming as he looked down. Her breasts were thrust up by the position, the nipples hard and pink. “Keep your hands behind you,” he ordered and bent his head.

Her sigh held both delight and disappointment. Delight, because his mouth on her breasts felt amazing, sucking and nipping with just the right amount of pressure and sting. Disappointment because when he bent over to suck and nibble, his hips shifted back and his dick slipped out of her. “No, come back.”

“In a minute.” He released her nipple, sliding down the slope of her breast to the tender underside. He nuzzled, then bit down, making her squeal. “Busy, here.”

Frustrated, she started to pull her hands from behind her back, intending to grab his head and…well, she wasn’t sure what she was planning to do, but as soon as she shifted, his head came up.

“Ah-ah-ah,” he warned, eyes narrowed. “Keep those hands behind your back, or I’ll cuff you to the wall.”

“It’s glass tile,” she scoffed, though she kept her hands behind her back, just in case.

He merely smiled his cartoon-villain smile. “Didn’t notice the rings, did you?”

“What rings?” she demanded and followed his gaze up the wall to the steel rings mounted in the tile two feet above her head.

“Oh. Those rings.” She swallowed. “Jesus, Jack, who puts hard points in their shower?”

“Who doesn’t?” he asked and shoved his dick back into her.

She had a snappy come back all ready, but then he started fucking her and she didn’t care anymore. It hurt when he banged into her bruised pussy, but it felt good, too, the friction and penetration perfect.

But after a few moments, it wasn’t enough.

“Can you go a little faster?” she asked, trying not to let her head bang back against the tile.

His pace didn’t vary. “If I fuck you any faster, you’re going to get a concussion.”

“I’m not sure I care,” she admitted, tits bouncing.

“I do,” he countered, punctuating the words with a swivel of his hips that ground his pubic bone against her clit and almost,almostdid the trick. “Nobody will want to play with me again if they find out I gave my last play partner a head injury.”

A valid point.“Can I touch my clit?”

He continued to fuck her at the same, steady pace. “No.”

“Dammit, Jack,” she moaned.

“I’m sorry, who?” he asked, slowing down.

“Dammit, Boss,” she amended, panic flaring when he slowed even further. “I meant please, Boss.”

“Better,” he allowed, but he didn’t pick up his pace.

She wiggled in his hold, trying to use her legs to bring him in closer, but he was stronger than she was, and all it got her was another decrease in speed.

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