Page 43 of Vengeful

"Wait and see." He flipped me over onto my stomach and knelt beside me.

I wasn't disappointed. He curled the buckle end of the belt around his hand and flicked my ass with the other. The sting of pain sent the pulse in my pussy racing like crazy.

"Did you like that, brat?" he asked.

"I think I need another reminder, sir," I said over my shoulder.

He flicked me again, harder this time. He did the same to one cheek several more times, then the other. Every sting made my pulse race faster, until blood pounded through me like a runaway train.

He leaned down to whisper in my ear. "Do you trust me?"

I didn’t hesitate. "I trust you." If he wanted to hurt me, he would have done it by now. He knew exactly how far to push without going too far.

He lifted my head with one hand and looped the belt around my neck. He slid one end through the buckle and drew it tighter, until the leather pressed into my throat, choking slightly. Just enough to make me wet as hell.

"That's a good look for you," he told me. He slid his hands down my body, over my ass, and drew my legs apart.

He pressed his face between my thighs, his tongue skating over my skin and down to my pussy. "You taste delicious."

He rolled me over and bent my knees to open me out to him further before diving back in. Firm, even strokes of his tongue around and over my clit had me balanced right on the edge so quickly I surprised myself. If there was anything my guys were good at, it was making me come faster than I could by myself. Not that I needed to touch myself with my three guys around.

He drew my clit between his lips and sucked like a baby trying to get milk. Like I was the tastiest meal he ever had.

I grabbed fistfuls of the bed covers and rolled my hips, grinding myself against his face.

"I'm going to come, sir," I said breathlessly. My blood was racing around my body so fast, it was a virtual miracle I could speak coherently. Every part of me was on fire, ignited by his every touch.

"Not yet," he said between licks. "Not until I tell you you can."

I groaned in frustration, but didn't stop moving against his mouth. My body was begging to come, but his order held me on the brink, balanced like a tightrope walker over a chasm. There was no net underneath me. If I fell, I'd never stop falling. I wanted to throw myself over and lose myself forever.

"I can't hold on," I said between pants.

"Yes, you can." He didn't even pause to reply. His mouth was relentless, licking and sucking. His tongue diving into my pussy and snaking out again.

I gripped the covers tighter, my hands white from the pressure. "Sir," I begged. "Please…"

"Okay, you can come now," he said finally.

I saw stars. Fireworks. A volcano erupted, releasing hot lava and smoke into the air. On and on it went, a rush of heat and light and glittering air. The pressure on my throat and his mouth both drove me harder than I've ever gone before. The entire world disappeared, leaving nothing but a universe where only orgasms existed. A place I’d happily have stayed in forever.

Finally, reluctantly, I started to float back down to earth. Back down to the mattress, where I lay trying to catch my breath.

His mouth slick with my release, Slade crawled up the bed and curled his hand around the buckle-end of his belt. Holding it tight near my throat, he knelt between my legs and drove his cock into me hard and fast.

I gasped with the sudden shock of having his thick length inside me.

Unapologetically, he drew all the way out and slammed back in. All the time, keeping the pressure on my throat.

"You feel so fucking good." He pulled out and drove back in again. Over and over, grunting each time. He was completely in control and I let him have it. Feeling him pounding into me made me feel alive. It reminded me I didn't die in a hole today. Slade wasn't shot, and neither was I. The twins didn't die. Whatever Caleb's game was, we all survived.

I pushed him out of my thoughts and raised my knees to let Slade in deeper. I wanted to feel him all the way through me. As far as he could possibly go. I didn't want to let one centimetre of his cock go to waste.

He grunted in appreciation. His balls slapped against me every time he thrust. He had his eyes closed, his lips pressed tight together as he concentrated on working us both.

"I want you to come again," he panted. "Be a good girl and come around my cock."

"I don't know if I've ever been a good girl, sir," I said with a throaty laugh.

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