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“I think she would enjoy watching.” I shot Holly a quick look and allowed Candy to unbuckle my pants.
Holly squeezed her eyes shut, refusing, but I knew natural curiosity would win out.
Human beings were hard-wired to be drawn to sex. Whether she wanted to or not, Holly’s eyes would open.
Candy released my straining cock with an excited squeal of anticipation. “Now that’s a cock,” she exclaimed. “Oh honey, it’s damn fine, too.”
Her mouth closed over the head and I closed my eyes as the sensation of being sucked off took over. I didn’t care what anyone said, pizza and blowjobs had one thing in common — no such thing as a bad one.
But Candy knew what she was doing.
She worked my balls. Played with my taint.
Sucked my cock down her throat and back again.
Nipped lightly at the tip, circled the cut rim with the underside of her tongue.
And used her hands to encircle the shaft, simulating a nice tight pussy.
My breathing became labored. Sweat dotted my forehead as the pleasure built.
A moan escaped my lips.
I heard the tiniest gasp and I was instantly aware of Holly’s gaze on me.
I opened my eyes and found Holly watching, her gaze glazing as her lips fell slack. Her tongue darted as if wanting to taste my cock herself.
But as our gazes met, I saw something else, something I wasn’t prepared to see.
Pain.
Pain warring with the desire that sexuality created.
She wanted to be the one sucking my cock.
Even if she hated me.
Holly wanted me.
It was the catalyst I needed to push me over the edge. I gushed into Candy’s mouth, filling her with fast spurts that spilled out of her mouth and dripped down her chin.
What a waste, I realized.
I wanted Holly’s mouth filled with my seed, not this stranger with the porn star skills.
Sated, I instantly began to go flaccid. I wanted Candy gone.
The tension had eased but I was even more on edge.
I should’ve stayed here with Holly instead of looking for release elsewhere.
But what was done was done.
I smiled down at Candy and helped her to her feet. “That was fantastic,” I told her, tweaking her nipple. “But I have business to attend to with my friend here.”
Candy pouted, clearly disappointed she wasn’t going to get some of that D but I was impatient for her to get out of my space.
As ironic as it was, it felt as if Candy had contaminated the space reserved for me and Holly.
Fuck, yeah, that was deranged. I didn’t doubt that Holly might try to bite me if I stuck my dick in her mouth.
I closed and locked the door behind Candy, relieved she was gone.
But that left me and Holly together.
Maybe this was a good thing — if Holly hated me, it would make things easier.
But the vulnerable hunger in her eyes called to me.
I walked to her. “Did you like what you saw?” I asked softly, noting her shallow breath.
“You’re disgusting,” she lied, but her gaze drifted to my semi-hard cock.
“And you’re a terrible liar,” I reminded her with a knowing grin. Then I decided to push her a little further. “I’ll make you a deal…”
“Deals with you are never fair.”
I shrugged.
She eyed me with suspicion but finally relented. “What’s the deal?”
I stepped closer. I could smell her arousal. The musky sweetness was an immediate aphrodisiac. “Admit that you’re turned on and I’ll let you off the wall.”
“And if I don’t admit any such thing?”
I laughed. “Then you’ll stay on the wall all night while I enjoy the comfort of that bed over there.”
“That bed is probably crawling with STDs.”
I ignored her dig. “Your choice.”
Holly twisted her wrists a little in the manacles, wincing as they cut into her skin. She cast a quick look at the bed, indecision and stubbornness warring with one another.
“Make a choice,” I told her roughly, already wavering between pulling her off that wall and throwing her onto the bed or deliberately turning and leaving her there all night for taking so long to decide. “Now.”
“I…I was…turned on,” Holly admitted, casting me a dark look for making her say it.
I smiled with pure pleasure, the first knot of tension twisting my nuts finally loosening. “See? That wasn’t so hard, was it?”
“I hate you,” Holly said, her eyes glistening. “I hate you for degrading me like that and I hate you for making me feel things I don’t want to feel.”
My smile faded. “Hate can serve many purposes.” I unlocked her wrists and she tumbled into my arms. I didn’t hesitate, swooping her into my arms. I carried her to the bed and tossed her down. My cock was fully hard and erect again, as if I hadn’t just blown a wad down Candy’s throat moments before. “Clothes. Off. Now.”
There was panic in her voice as she protested. “I admitted that I was turned on. That was the deal. You never said anything about…being naked.”
“Well…as you said…my deals are never fair. You should’ve expected that.” My gaze narrowed with purpose. “Now take off those clothes before I rip them off.”
There was no mistaking my intent.
There was no escaping what I had planned.
Was I bastard?
Fuck yes.
But then…she knew that already.
Chapter 16
Holly
I wanted to run but there was no escaping Cason.
The wetness between my legs told a different story.
I was humiliated by how much I wanted to feel Cason inside me.
Watching him with that woman had burned a hole inside me. I wanted to vomit but I couldn’t keep from opening my eyes.
Head thrown back in pleasure, he looked like a sex god being serviced by one of his disciples.
Everything about him should disgust me. And yet…I wanted him. Even worse, I wanted him to want me.
And only me.
I couldn’t yield. What would that say about me? My dignity? I refused to be some pathetic girl who begged for abuse just because of some chemical nonsense going on in my brain.
But it was hard to ignore the want in my belly.
I wanted him to force me to accept him. Release me from responsibility so I could sink into the pleasure without the shame of choice.
“What are you going to do?” I asked fearfully, my eyes widening as he approached.
“You already know the answer.”
I licked my lips, desperate and aroused. “I don’t want you,” I lied.
“Too bad I’m not asking.”
I shuddered. The madness of my reality was staggering.
Cason was going to take my virginity in a dirty sex dungeon as some way to punish my brother for crimes I had nothing to do with.
And I was practically fighting myself to keep my legs shut.
“I’m sorry,” I tried, scrabbling away from him but he was too quick. And he liked the chase. A dark thrill rang through my body as everything pulsed with awareness. “I didn’t mean to cause problems. I promise I’ll be good…”
But I don’t think he wanted me to be good. I think Cason wanted me to push, to question, to drive him insane, just as I wanted him to make me submit.
The desire in his eyes was mesmerizing as it was frightening.
To be consumed by Cason…was a heady thou
ght.
“You’re a damn stubborn woman,” he growled, catching me as I tried to dart past him. He yanked me backward by my shirt and with one quick movement and ripped it over my head, leaving me exposed. Before I had time to cover myself, he was tugging at my jeans.
I shrieked as he managed to free my legs but what he did next I couldn’t have imagined in a million years.
Flipping me over his knees, he brought the flat of his hand down hard on my behind, eliciting a shocked scream. He held my head, locked in position with his forearm so that no amount of wiggling could free me from his hold. His palm slapped my behind again and I started to cry.
“Don’t ever run from me again,” he gritted out as his hand connected with my skin. “Do you hear me? Ever. You could’ve been killed. Or worse.”
He was a goddamn monster!
“I won’t,” I gasped, praying for his punishment to end and yet hoping it would not. “I’m sorry! Please! I won’t ever run from you! Cason, please!”
My sobs drenched his jeans. But then, as I thought he’d never stop, he did.
And his touch gentled.
Dragging light fingertips across the heated, abused skin, I sagged against him. The sensitized flesh sang with sensation as he continued to stroke me until his fingers slid down the seam of my behind, to gently push between my slick folds.
And yes, I was wet.
There was no hiding it.
As mortified as it was to be sopping wet with an arousal I couldn’t comprehend, my body certainly ached to respond to his touch.
“You have the most amazing ass,” Cason said, almost reverently. The silky caress of his voice, nearly as sensual as his fingertips. “Round and full, two plump halves, perfect for my hand.”
To illustrate, he filled his palm with a cheek and squeezed.
I groaned with need. I didn’t understand but I craved more.
The way he touched me…I felt cherished — which was nonsensical, I know — but it was the truth.
Never in my life had anyone looked at me as Cason did.
In all honesty, I felt as if I’d been parched my whole life until Cason came along to quench my thirst.
Cason delved deeper and I tensed. The sensation of being penetrated, even by a finger…was foreign and unsettling but his commanding touch settled my nerves as he petted me.
