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I keep my eyes on his as I lean down and grab the scrap of fabric in the box. It slides over my skin like a glove, hugging tight to every curve of my body.
“Shoes,” he orders.
His face has gone blank again, but I can see the tenseness riding along the edge of his jaw as he watches me. So, the monster isn’t unaffected by me as he seems. I can’t figure out if that is a good thing or a bad thing.
Then again… an idea forms in my head and I position my body away from him as I bend over to put on the four-inch heels. I can hear a low hiss from behind me when I do. The man is no doubt getting a completely exposed view of my pussy and ass in the white, lace thong I am wearing.
“What are you doing, mouse?” he asks, the words tight and controlled.
“Just putting my shoes on,” I tell him nonchalantly. Then I wiggle my ass a bit as I step into one of the shoes, acting like it’s a tight fit. It’s not. The shoe is like butter on my foot which is surprising since it looks like something a cheap hooker would wear.
Unable to keep up the charade for long, I stand up and turn around, rearranging my tits in the dress as I do.
“Come here, Vanya,” he growls once I’m finished. With what I hope is a sultry smile, I saunter over to him, making sure to move my body sensually. I’m pretty sure I look like a newborn deer trying to walk because damn these heels.
When I’m in reach, he grabs my arms and pulls me toward him. His other hand digs into his pocket and pulls out a capped syringe.
Nope.
“Stay still,” he reprimands me when I push away from him. Spoiler alert: it doesn’t work. He’s like a fucking wall.
“What is it?” I glare up at him. Even in heels I barely reach his shoulder.
“Birth control,” he tells me as he pulls off the cap.
“No.” I attempt to pull away again, but he pins me with his muscled arm against his chest. “Let go of me. I don’t want that. I don’t…”
“You’d rather your new owner get you pregnant?”
I still at his words.
New owner?
He’s sold me. I know he said he would but that had been weeks ago, and I thought… I don’t know what I thought. Taking the opportunity, he injects the needle into the flesh of my upper arm. I wince at the slight sting, followed by mild burning, but my mind is too far gone to register anything completely.
“Good little mouse,” he praises me. The tilt of his lips sends fear cascading down my spine. “Now,” he reaches down beneath my skirt and tugs at my panties. “Remove these.”
My heart is racing, my lungs burning, as my mind struggles to comprehend exactly what is going to happen to me. He raises the hem of my dress, so it bunches at my waist and pushes the white lace panties to pool around my ankles. I go to step out of them, but he stops me with a hand on my inner thigh.
“What are you…”
He shushes me as he eases his hand up my inner thigh to cup my mound. I start to tremble, wobbling precariously in my heels. When a finger runs up my center, I rear back, but he is too fast for me and snags my waist, pulling me flush against his chest, his hand between us.
“I can either make you feel good,” he whispers in my ear. “Or I can make it hurt. Just relax, little mouse.”
Easy for him to say. He wasn’t the one who had to worry about his fiancée’s parent demanding proof of his virginity.
My core clenches as he slowly parts my folds and slips two fingers inside of me. Goosebumps erupt, pebbling my skin when his thumb glides over my clit. His touch is gentle but forceful. There is no build up or anticipation. The foreign sensation overwhelms me and my muscles tense at the continued intrusion.
His fingers aren’t soft or slow. With every thrust of his fingers, lightning erupts threatening to fry every sensual neuron inside of me. I close my eyes, tipping my forehead to rest against his shoulder. Everything else around me is forgotten in the fog that overwhelms my mind.
Adrian shifts slightly, his arm leaving my waist. He’s no longer holding me to his chest. Instead, I’m clinging to him, silently begging for just a little more. I feel his arm shift again before it comes down on the bare skin of my ass, a loud crack filling the air between us.
A small yelp rushes from my lips at the sharp, burning pain. But soon that pain melds into pleasure as he continues to fuck me with his fingers. Another slap. My body jolts forward when it hits the same tender spot as before. He rubs this one out before landing another blow. The pain and pleasure mold together like a river rushing into the sea. I can feel the current sweep through me as I ride his hand, reveling in the way he rubs my clit.
Something unfamiliar tightens within me but just as I’m about to let go, he stops.
“Can’t have you enjoying it too much,” he smirks as he pulls away. His fingers drag along my sensitive bundle of nerves as he removes his hand. I cry out as he pinches it between his fingers. My knees buckle beneath me and without him holding me up, I collapse onto the carpet at his feet.
