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“You haven’t earned it,” he barked. I gasped as he withdrew, keeping my eyes shut as he rattled about on the dresser. I heard him slap his palm... with leather... a leather strap. He grabbed my wrists, pulled me up the bed until he could cuff me. Roger wasn’t slack like Cain, the cuffs were tight, chains taut. He pushed my knees under me until my ass was in the air, groaning as he slid my panties down around my thighs. “Peachy fucking view from this end. Time for you to earn your pleasure.”
There were no warm-up taps, no tickling with the strap. Roger got straight down to it, striking a heavy blow right across my ass cheeks.
“Yes... fuck...”
“Loud enough for you?” he growled, landing another. Itwasloud, really fucking loud.
“Harder... please...” I moaned, rocking back as the bite subsided.
“Dirty fucking bitch.” He obliged, raining down perfect lashes, and the adrenaline spiked, ears ringing, breath ragged. Just how I love it. Roger leaned in close. “Beg for me, dirty girl, let that thug out there know how much you want me.”
“More... yes... please...”
“Louder. Let him fucking hear it.”
Shit. I was lost, coasting along on the rhythm... the beautiful pain...
“Let him fucking hear you,” he hissed.
“HURT ME! PLEASE, YES, I WANT IT!”
“Good girl,” he groaned. “You’ll fucking take this.” I squealed as he jammed his meaty fingers right the way inside me. Fuck. His modus operandi. I squirmed in my chains as his thumb tried to join his fingers.
“OW! Shit...”
“You’re so wet for this, I’ll bet he can hear your slurping fucking snatch through the wall.” He wiggled his hand to demonstrate his point. “Spread your knees, wider.”
I gritted my teeth and did as he asked, opening myself up for more. I arched my back, shifting position until his brutal fucking fingers hit the right spot.
“YES!” I cried. “There... please...”
“Hitting the sweet spot, am I? Oh, fucking yes.” He wrapped his free hand around my thigh, finding my clit. “Let’s make you fucking scream.”
He had me. Endorphins peaked, careening me into subspace as I jerked in his grip. Months of frustration crested and subsided, and there was only submission, only the pleasure-pain salvation of his hand between my legs. I didn’t fight it, didn’t care, rocking back and forth, taking as much as my body could take.
“I should call him in,” he growled. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you? He could see how tight you are, how dirty, see me knuckle-deep in your horny little cunt.”
“OW, FUCK... I’M COMING, FUCK, YES, I’M COMING...” I unravelled, jerking and writhing and grunting beyond care. It was everything I needed. Everything I wanted.
Not everything.My brain tried to hold fast to the man in the room with me, the man who’s hand was pushing deep, but it wasn’t him that sent me over the edge.
It was the image of Callum Jackson in the doorway.
Watching me.
Wanting me.
“FUCK. FUCK. FUCK...”
“Good girl.”
I cringed at the sound his fingers made as they pulled out. I was soaking wet. Sore too, really sore. I collapsed flat on the bed, high in the afterglow. “Did you get all the way in?”
“Not even close,” he said, reaching for my cuffs. He unbuckled them, set me free.
“What are you doing?”
“What does it look like?”
