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Sliding her hands from his back to his front, she ran them up his chest, wriggling against him suggestively.
“Does giving you a good idea mean I get a reward?” she asked, her voice a husky purr of temptation. Some might call it topping from the bottom, she called it getting what she wanted — and giving her Dom what he needed at the same time. Because he would feel better afterwards and both of them knew it.
His grip on her tightened, arousal flaring in his eyes, and she felt him hardening against her belly as she rubbed herself on him. He latched onto the offer without a second thought, lowering his lips to claim hers with a feral kiss that took her breath away, spinning her around and pushing her forward until she was pinned against the wall. Her palms flat, she pushed her ass back at him.
Heat and need flushed through her as her body responded to him, to the rough handling. She wasn’t struggling with the same emotions he was, so her reaction was pure excitement. There was a thrill to being needed. To knowing he was on edge and less in control than normal.
He would never hurt her, but having that extra edge was hot.
Juliet moaned as he squeezed her ass hard, igniting some of the nerve endings from the spanking he’d given her the night before. It felt like her ass was always a little sore now, easily reminded of previous play, and she fucking loved it. His other hand moved up to her breast, cupping the full mound of flesh in his hand and squeezing it just as hard as he was her ass.
With her nipple poking between his fingers, the lacy fabric of her bra rubbing against it, she squirmed, moaning into his kiss as the pain flashed through her. Her nipples were also always a little sore now, thanks to his pinching fingers and the clamps he liked to apply to them. It didn’t take much stimulation at all for her pussy to clench, drenching her core with slick heat.
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Orlando
He knew what Juliet was doing, but he didn’t mind at all.
The offer to take back his control where he could get it was not only something he wanted, but a huge turn on that she was giving it to him. It didn’t stop him from being angry at Cameron, but it gave him an outlet. One that made him feel good, instead of shitty.
He didn’t just kiss her.
He devoured her.
Trapped her against the wall where he could hold her in place with his body, his hands roaming to all her most sensitive parts, squeezing and pinching, making her moan against his lips. She gave him power over her and he took it, using it to give both of them pleasure.
“Fuck…” He groaned, pulling his lips away from hers. He spun her around, his cock aching to be freed. Immediately, Juliet braced herself against the wall, thrusting her delicious ass back at him.
He smacked it, hard enough to make her cry out in pain, far harder than he had the night before. Not that she minded. She didn’t move an inch, even when his hand came down again with a sharp, stinging swat on her other cheek. If anything, she pushed her ass back at him some more, like she was begging for another.
But he was feeling too impatient.
Yanking her leggings down to her knees, he freed his cock and lined himself up with her already wet pussy.
The need pulsing through him wanted it hard, hot, and fast. He shoved in with one thrust, stretching her ruthlessly, enjoying the way she cried out as he did so. She was slick and hot around his cock, but the position made her tighter than she might have otherwise been. She couldn’t spread her legs very well with her tight leggings around her thighs, and standing meant her muscles were engaged. He could feel her squeezing his cock as he embedded himself inside her, holding still for a long moment to enjoy the way her pussy clenched around him.
“Fuck me, Sir,” she begged, shuddering and pushing her ass back at him so the curves rubbed against his groin.
Sliding one hand up into her shirt to squeeze her breast, he wrapped the other around her throat, his fingers pressing against her airway. Juliet shuddered but didn’t protest as he gave her a hand necklace, cutting off some of her air before lifting his fingers to let her take a breath before he did it again.
Then he started to thrust, pumping his cock in and out of her willing pussy while he flexed his hand, gripping and releasing, toying with her breath while he fucked her with hard, fast strokes.
“Oh fuck… Sir… Please…” Juliet pushed back against him as best she could, squealing when he pinched her nipple, gasping the words out whenever he let her breathe.
A savage need gripped him, and he fucked her harder and harder, using her for his pleasure, taking everything she offered and more while she gasped for air.
They were so involved in each other, so wrapped up in the sensations, his focus so narrow because he didn’t want to accidentally harm her while he was playing with her air supply, that when the door opened, he truly didn’t hear it. It was the movement out of the corner of his eye that distracted him, but by the time he’d turned to look it was already too late —his stepfather was barreling into him with the full force of protective paternal rage.
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
ORLANDO
Having his dick ripped free from Juliet’s pussy in an unexpected and violent manner was not something Orlando ever wanted to repeat. Having the person ripping him free be his stepfather made the entire situation even worse.
There was a ringing in his ears as he tried to reorient himself, even as he hit the ground with Lawrence on top of him, his pants around his ankles and his confused dick rapidly deflating, so it took him a moment to register what Lawrence was shouting at him. Something along the lines of ‘how dare you.’ It was hard for Orlando to get the exact wording because his mom and Juliet were also shouting.
He caught a glimpse of their legs as he tried to roll away from Lawrence, curling into a ball to protect himself and covering his head with his arms because his stepfather was trying real hard to throw a punch. Even though Orlando was a little dazed, his brain immediately understood why.
