Page 16 of Breaking Rosalind
“You like pain?” I ask.
She nods.
I slap her breast, making her moan. “Where’s that smart mouth now?” I murmur. “You just crave a man who can put you in your place.”
She nods again, her pretty lips parting but making no sound.
“Why are you suddenly mute?” I ask. “Are you afraid of what I might do to you now that you’re helpless?”
She shakes her head. “No.”
I grin. “You should be.”
She trembles, her eyes once again fluttering shut. I walk around to where her legs are spread, but the sight of her juices soaking the leather beneath her pussy makes me lightheaded.
“Fuck,” I growl. “You’re soaked.”
“Please,” she whispers.
“Please what, love?” I ask. “Use your words.”
“Please.... I can’t wait much longer. Just fuck me, sir.”
I sway on my feet, my hands gripping the leg restraints for balance. This is too easy. A few minutes ago, she was a bold bitch and now she’s begging.
Seriously, what the hell made the difference? The undressing, the crawling, or the bondage? Her easy submission is almost disappointing. I was looking forward to using the toys, teasing that sweet pussy and denying her pleasure until her spirit broke, but she’s already desperate and dripping and begging.
“Master,” she says, her voice hoarse. “I need your cock.”
Fuck.
Confusion dissolves, replaced by a lust so intense my skin breaks out in a sweat. I’ve been hard for this woman for at least an hour—scratch that, for weeks. Ever since she sashayed into the Phoenix, looking like the most alluring femme fatale, I’ve wanted her to be mine.
I slide my hand down her belly, feeling her muscles quiver beneath my touch. The heat of her skin seeps into my fingers, and I part her folds to reach her swollen clit.
“Is this what you want, love?” I ask. “For me to fill your cunt with my cock?”
She bucks her hips. “Please, sir. Let me come.”
My cock pushes painfully against my zipper, wanting to give her exactly what she craves. Any lingering feelings of disappointment vanish as my ears fill with her pants and moans.
I ease open my fly, and my erection springs free. She raises her head, her eyes widening with a gasp.
“So big,” she moans. “Give it to me, Master. Now.”
Arousal surges. There’s only so much a man can resist. After tearing open a condom and sheathing my cock, I thrust so deep inside her she howls.
Her inner muscles clamp around my shaft with an unusually tight grip, and her tits jiggle with each thrust.
The glassy look in her eyes vanishes, replaced with something knowing. “Let’s see how long you last... Master.”
The way she says it implies that she’s left out the silent ‘bater.’
“Bitch,” I say through clenched teeth. “Was all that submission an act?”
She licks her lips. “I got tired of waiting. Now, hurry up and give me some Montesano cock.”
My nostrils flare. Did she just call me Leroi’s replacement? Infuriating doesn’t begin to describe this bitch. I wrap a hand around her throat and squeeze.