Page 15 of Breaking Rosalind
My inner therapist asks if fucking a woman obsessed with Leroi will compensate me for not being able to free Roman from death row, but I tell that bastard to go to hell. This sexy, smart-mouthed brat is hot and horny for me. Not for him.
I grab her by the throat and grin. “You can start by taking off those clothes and get on your knees.”
Her eyes glimmer with mischief. “What happened to introducing me to all your toys?”
“Keep sassing me like that and you’ll find out the hard way.”
She grabs my dick and grins. “Looks like you’re already there, but let’s see if you can keep up.”
Nostrils flaring, I grab her wrist and back her against the wall. She’s stubborn and trying to be brave, but her pulse racing against my fingers tells me this is just a front. I’m going to enjoy breaking her spirit.
“Rule number one,” I growl. “You will call me sir or master. Bad girls who fail rule number one get edged all night and sent home with unsatisfied pussies.”
Her breath catches. “Is that supposed to scare me?”
“Don’t test me, love.”
“What’s the second rule?” she asks
“You will submit to my demands.” I bring my face down to hers. Our lips are so close we breathe the same air. “No matter how dark or depraved, you will obey me without question.”
“And if I don’t?” she asks with a smirk.
“Then you’ll find out how inventive I am with my punishments.”
“We’ll see,” she replies. “Anything else?”
A muscle in my jaw ticks. She’s too bold and full of defiance. If words won’t get through to her, then maybe a demonstration of my abilities will earn me some respect. Releasing her wrist and neck, I step back and give her space.
“Take off your dress, then get on your knees and crawl to the breeding bench.”
Her head swivels around the room, and her gaze stops at the leather bench with stirrups. I wait for her eyes to widen, her face to pale, or for her throat to tighten, but she shimmies out of her dress like she crawls through dungeons every day.
What the fuck? I’m not complaining, but I thought she’d be more resistant after all that sass. My gaze drops to a juicy pair of tits that defy gravity, a trim waist, and long, toned legs I can’t wait to see encased in leather.
After kicking the dress to the side, she gets down on her hands and knees, then crawls across the floor. Her tits sway with the movement and I lick my lips, already imagining them adorned with clamps.
As she passes, I catch glimpses of the moisture gathered in her pussy, it drips down her inner thighs. The sight of her so aroused makes my cock surge, and I stifle a groan. It’s so rare to find a woman who genuinely loves this kind of sex. Something about her says she won’t need a safe word.
Following her to the bench, I grab a handful of her hair and jerk her head backward to force eye contact.
She gazes up at me through wide hazel eyes, her lips parting with a gasp. My insides flare with victory. That’s more like it.
“Climb onto the leather surface and lie on your back.”
She obeys without comment or hesitation, making me raise my brows. No balking, no breathing, no barbs? Does it matter if she’s doing everything I want? Maybe all she needs is a firm hand to make her submit.
“Good girl.” I nod my approval. “Now spread your legs and show me that wet pussy.”
Her eyes glint, but she parts her thighs. I walk around the other end of the bench to attach her ankles to the cuffs and get a front row view of her glistening folds.
Ignoring the rush of sensation to my cock, I lift her leg and fasten the leather strap around one ankle and then the other. As I slide her wrists into another set of restraints, her breath quickens, and she closes her eyes.
When I’m done, I step back to admire my work. Her dark hair fans out over the leather, framing long lashes resting on high cheekbones. A flush spreads across her creamy skin and her pouty lips redden. Her perfect breasts move with each of her ragged breaths, making her look beautifully vulnerable.
“How does it feel to be completely at my mercy?” I ask.
She stares up at me, her pupils dilating, her breaths quickening. My heart pounds with anticipation as I pinch her nipples so hard she whimpers.