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“Mmm…” he moans, and I can hear my own wetness as he rubs over my pussy. “You’d be much more convincing if you weren’t so fucking soaked.”
He lifts my hips even higher and presses two fingers at my entrance. “Finn…” My throat is dry and raspy, and even I can’t deny it sounds like a plea, not warning.
“Quiet now, Ef.” He thrusts the fingers deep inside my hot, wanting cunt. “And fucking take it.” He drives them in and out of me, my body tenses as another godforsaken orgasm builds, the vibrator making my clit throb until I’m teetering on the edge.
“Oh god, oh god—Fuck, Fi—.”He curls against my g-spot, and I cut myself off, refusing to say his name with any ounce of pleasure. He uses his other hand to hold my throat. I can sense his fingers itching to squeeze until I black out. A cry gets tangled up in my throat, bliss begins to bloom in all the right places—but then he slows his movements, draws his fingers so painfully slow, in and out.
I whimper, delirious with this incandescent need. “Don’t—Stop—Don’t—Stop.”
He chuckles dryly behind me, “Are you telling me: Don’t. Stop. Or is my needy, plaything begging me not to stop.”
“Goddamn you, Finn,” I sob. “Please.Please don’t fucking stop.” I feel myself break like a crack in an icy lake. Brittle. Cold. Irreversible.
He begins to pump his fingers faster and firmer again. “Then tell me what I want to know.”
“No—”
“I am not bluffing, Effie. I will tease you until you are nothing but a dripping mess, then I will leave you. Bound. Alone. Wanting.”
I can hardly focus on his words when my body shakes with the need for release and he plays my body like a well-rehearsed instrument.
“I know how desperately you need to come. I can feel your cunt strangling my fingers. And I can give it to you. Iwillgive it to you, if you just tell me what you’re up to.” My toes that are barely touching the floor curl and sharp pangs start to spark in my core. “What will it be, Effie? Are you going to be left wet and needy, or are you going to drench my fingers as I make you come?”
My breath pounds in and out of my lungs, my grip on reality slipping, my mind clouding. I can’t even find the words to respond.
“What—”Smack. “Will—” he strikes again with the paddle. “It—”Fuck, it burns so good.“Be?” The next hit sends a jolt of pleasure radiating to my clit; I cry out.
“We’re going after your cache!” And then I’m toppling over the edge, spiraling in aching euphoria.
My entire body shakes, the ropes swaying as my climax rips through me, the summation of so many competing sensations.
“That wasn’t so hard, was it?” Finn spits as he swiftly flicks a switchblade and cuts the ropes keeping me upright. I groan as my body gives out and I tumble to the floor.
He crouches down in front of me, and I’m suddenly struck by the contrast of him being fully clothed while I’m lying in a near-naked heap. “I promised you earlier that I would break you. That every part of you would belong to me by the end of the night. Well, the end is here, and I fuckingownyou. Continue on with whatever you’re scheming, but you report back to me.Everything. Got it?” He snarls, his lip curled and his eyes too fucking cold, I wonder who the hell this beast in front of me is.
Before I even have a chance to agree or disagree, he’s up and gone, slamming the door in his wake. And with it any potential for a future happiness the beginning of the night let me foolishly believe was possible.
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Chapter 4
In Love and War
Finn
“Hotcoffee.Leaveroomfor milk.” I pass a ten-dollar bill over to the barista and walk to the other side of the counter, waving her off when she asks about my change. A teenager looking down on his phone bumps into me, and I have to weave to avoid him spilling his caramel-frapa-latte-shit on me. God, I fucking hate people.Why didn’t I just make coffee at Cash’s apartment?I’m only one week into my stay, and shit’s already hitting the fan. He wanted me to be here to keep an eye on things while he and Harlow are away for a month long fuck-a-thon on some tropical island.
Thankfully, it doesn’t take long to pour a cup of coffee, and I’m out of there quickly. I cross the street to theFox’s Den, using my key to let myself in since it doesn’t open for another few hours. Perks of owning a pub is never having a shortage of access to alcohol, even if it is before eight a.m.
I didn’t sleep last night after I had Calvin walk Effie home. From the window, I watched them cross the street from our building to hers, trying to make myself feel an ounce of glee for the walk of shame she deserved, but instead I only felt shame toward myself.
I’m telling myself I didn’t sleep because I didn’t finish. Fuck, just thinking about how her tight,drippingpussy felt on my fingers has my dick swelling. I walk straight to the bar and find the whiskey, adding a healthy pour to my coffee. Like that will somehow stop every inch of my body feeling like it got mauled by fire ants.
She loved the pain, got so fucking wet every time I—
Fuck it.
I storm to the back office and login to our secure server on the computer. A few clicks and I’m looking at Effie tied up, crying, and so damn needy.What a perfect little plaything.
