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It’s real, too, but this part? This is agame. This has a filthy, playful edge to it, with much less of the raw pain of my first night here.
Obviously, I’m still in the cabin with Jameson, and he kidnapped me, but his face changed when I begged him. He lookedrelieved.Like he never wanted to be a kidnapper. Like he wanted his life to lead to exactly this point by a different route. The dark shadow under his eye is darker than before, but less swollen. I want to kiss it until there’s no mark.
His big hands meet my hips. “Up.”
“Upwhere?”
“Hands on the headboard.”
I reach over his shoulders and curl my hands over the headboard. Jameson spreads my legs wider over his thighs, snugging my knees close to his body.
“Please, don’t touch me.”
His eyes snap to mine, and what he sees there makes the corner of his mouth lift in a smile that’s so sexy I’m hot all over.
“Beg harder.”
“Please, Jameson, don’t touch me. I’m—I’m innocent. I’ve never done anything. I’ve—” His hand slides between my legs and he cups my pussy with his palm, and I let out a strangled moan. “Oh, God.”
“I told you, my name isJameson.” He curls one finger, sliding it over my opening, circling it. “You’re very wet, Lilith. How long have you been fantasizing about me?”
Since last fall. “I haven’t been. I’m afraid of you.”
“Is your pussy always this soaked when you’re scared?”
“I’ve never been this scared,” I admit, and that’s partly true, but I’m not scared ofhim. I’m scared of what’s next. I’m scared of what happens when I go back to my life, and I’m not in this cabin, and Jameson’s not sleeping anymore. His finger pushes a little further inside. “Are you—you can’t put your finger—”
He pushes it all the way inside me, his other hand holding my hip in place.
“I felt you squeeze,” he says. “Do it again.”
“I don’t know how.”
Jameson pulls his finger out and slaps my pussy, the blow light and glancing, and I let out a yelp. His thick finger slides back in, and I grip the headboard and tighten on him.
“Better. Do you need me to spank your pussy some more so you understand what I want?”
“No.” It’s not the easiest position, being over him this way. “Please.Please.”
“You’re not getting it.” Jameson’s grip clamps down on my hip, his finger’s out, and he slaps my pussy again. Again.Again. Then he slides his other hand to my throat and curls his palm around it. “Does it sting?”
“Yes.”
But it feels good. And when he’s underneath me like this, having his way with me from his spot on the bed, he’ssohot. Slightly vulnerable, too, with his hair wild from sleeping and a faint crease in his cheek from the pillowcase. He looks like he needs this.
Much more than he needed to kidnap me for revenge.
“Don’t move.” Jameson keeps his hand on my throat and pushes another finger into me. My thighs burn from keeping myself suspended above him, but all the other sensations overwhelm the pain. Cool air on my nipples. His palm on my throat. His fingers, pumping slowly in and out of me.
His thumb, finding my clit and circling, circling, circling.
Until it stops.
“I saiddon’t move.”
“Sorry.Sorry. I won’t do it again.”
“If I wanted you to fuck my fingers, I’d say that. Don’t.Move.”
