Page 207 of Breaking Rosalind

“Rosalind,” I growl.

“Oh, I’m Rosalind, now?” she asks, her voice giddy with amusement. “What happened to vixen? Or pet?”

Frustration builds up around my balls, making me bow my head and groan. This isn’t how I pictured things when I started training her to be my plaything. I wanted her jumping on my cock, not this endless tease and denial.

“Bad girl.” I give her ass a playful spank, making her pussy muscles spasm around my shaft.

Interesting.

Rosalind’s eyes widen. “Don’t you dare.”

I spank her again, this time earning myself a pretty gasp. She jerks against me, her cunt clenching so tightly around me my knees buckle.

“Fuck,” I groan. “Looks like I’ve found a loophole.”

She reaches down, her fingers wrapping around my balls in an unspoken threat. “Try it again, and you’ll be screaming falsetto.”

My cock jumps at the prospect of getting more of her attention. I bare my teeth, my palms rising in surrender. “Truce?”

“What kind?” she asks.

“Where you let me pound you against the wall and give you that third orgasm.”

“And what do you get in return?” Her nails scrape over my chest, making me suck chin a sharp breath.

“The pleasure of watching you come undone. Feeling those sweet walls ripple around my shaft, and hearing you cry out my name.”

When she shivers, I know her resolve to make me suffer is weakening. Her nails dig deeper into my chest, leaving crimson lines of pain that make my cock throb.

“That’s not what I call a hard bargain,” she says, her lips curling into a smile.

“Trust me, love. It doesn’t get any harder than this.”

She throws her head back, releasing peals of laughter that make my heart soar. This is the first time I’ve ever made her happy without acting as a mother-daughter go-between. The first time she’s taken my cock that wasn’t a way to derail my thoughts.

It’s hard to believe that only hours have passed since she escaped a fate worse than death. How many people could have Rosalind’s level of resilience? I can count them on one hand.

“How about a challenge?”

My brows rise. “I’m listening.”

“You slip your fingers between us and rub my clit. If you can get my pussy to clench around you hard enough to trigger your own orgasm, then you get to come.”

“And if I don’t?” I ask.

“Then you spend the rest of the evening unsatisfied,” she replies, her eyes glinting.

My nostrils flare. If these games of dominance are what it takes to take her mind off nearly getting mutilated to death by that doctor, then I’ll play along.

It’s the least I can do to help my vicious little pet.

EIGHTY-THREE

ROSALIND

Cesare made me endure hours of edging, yet he’s sullen after ten minutes of getting blue balls. It turns out that he needs fiction to climax. After he rubbed my clit to completion, I climbed off his cock, leaving him hard and throbbing.

Now, he’s glaring at me over the most delicious dish of zucchini linguini. The chef he hijacked for the day has also made an entire cheesecake from cashew nuts, almonds, and coconut butter.