collar ring to hold her in place and repeatedly struck her breasts. “Damn but you’re going to be fun. Just don’t forget I’m not some parent punishing his child by taking away her cell phone. The stakes are a lot higher.”
Even with the pain in her breasts, she nearly cursed him again. However, he was right. If she wanted to live, she had to learn the rules. The time to exploit them would come.
Somehow.
Chapter Seven
She’d nearly fallen climbing the stairs with her legs hobbled. He’d taken her into the condo unit on the right, and as he’d led her through a sparsely furnished living room, she’d heard a TV playing in the other unit. Was that where the other man and woman were? Would she have a chance to talk to the woman, learn more?
Reno marched her through a spacious master suite to a bathroom that put hers to shame. The floor was high class tile, the counters marble, the shower all glass. The only thing that mattered was she could drink at least a little while in there.
“ On a scale of one to ten,” he said, “how hungry are you?”
Before she could decide whether to answer, he grabbed her around the waist and lifted her onto the counter. He was still taller than her, his chest solid and shoulders hard. Smiling his predator smile, he ran his thumb over the crotch rope against her mons. “This is just the beginning of what your pussy’s going to be subjected to.”
“ The beginning,” she repeated so she wouldn’t have to listen to her hammering heart, “What about that—“
“ That makeshift dildo I jammed in you? That was impulse. Studied and time-tested methods are another story.” He pushed her back so her shoulders rested on the mirror behind her. Without use of her arms, she couldn’t straighten. He flattened his hand over her breasts.
“ Time to see what all the fuss is about.” He yanked the pussy rope to the side and ran a finger deep into her.
Leaning over her, he began moving his finger about. Despite her vow not to acknowledge what he was doing, she started to pant. She adored sex, was addicted to it. Keeping her vulnerability and weakness from the men in her life took effort, but she did it because she didn’t ever want them to think she wasn’t in control.
“ Lubrication’s kicking up,” he announced. “You’re going to wish it wouldn’t.”
There was something ominous about his words warning her not to say anything. Besides, she had all she could do to keep still. The rope dug into her.
“ A woman’s pussy is a remarkably simple organ.” He pushed until his entire finger was inside her. “Too many people get hung up on the mind/body connection when it comes to sex. If the body’s handled properly, the mind doesn’t matter.”
As he started to pull out, her sex muscles clenched around his finger only to lose hold. Before she realized what he had in mind, he’d inserted two fingers in her. Filled her. Her breathing and heart rate kicked up, and she rocked forward.
“ Starting to get the idea are you?” He let up on the pressure against her chest, not that she could take advantage of it. “I have no doubt you’d try to kill me right now given half a chance. The thing is you can’t sell your pussy on the idea.”
After a pause, he began finger-fucking her. He worked her hard and fast so her body shook. His beer-scented breath invaded her nostrils, prompting her to try to turn her head.
“ Not going to work, slut.” Leaning closer, he rested his forearm against her breasts and rammed his fingers so deep she lost the distinction between them. His body seemed to be everywhere, married to hers and yet that was nothing compared to his forceful thrusts. Was this way of telling her he didn’t intend to stop until he’d ruined her?
Heat covered her in waves and sucked her down, down. She bounced on the counter, the back of her head knocking against the glass while her legs flopped and her vaginal muscles repeatedly tightened. Despite her crazed
Even with the pain in her breasts, she nearly cursed him again. However, he was right. If she wanted to live, she had to learn the rules. The time to exploit them would come.
Somehow.
Chapter Seven
She’d nearly fallen climbing the stairs with her legs hobbled. He’d taken her into the condo unit on the right, and as he’d led her through a sparsely furnished living room, she’d heard a TV playing in the other unit. Was that where the other man and woman were? Would she have a chance to talk to the woman, learn more?
Reno marched her through a spacious master suite to a bathroom that put hers to shame. The floor was high class tile, the counters marble, the shower all glass. The only thing that mattered was she could drink at least a little while in there.
“ On a scale of one to ten,” he said, “how hungry are you?”
Before she could decide whether to answer, he grabbed her around the waist and lifted her onto the counter. He was still taller than her, his chest solid and shoulders hard. Smiling his predator smile, he ran his thumb over the crotch rope against her mons. “This is just the beginning of what your pussy’s going to be subjected to.”
“ The beginning,” she repeated so she wouldn’t have to listen to her hammering heart, “What about that—“
“ That makeshift dildo I jammed in you? That was impulse. Studied and time-tested methods are another story.” He pushed her back so her shoulders rested on the mirror behind her. Without use of her arms, she couldn’t straighten. He flattened his hand over her breasts.
“ Time to see what all the fuss is about.” He yanked the pussy rope to the side and ran a finger deep into her.
Leaning over her, he began moving his finger about. Despite her vow not to acknowledge what he was doing, she started to pant. She adored sex, was addicted to it. Keeping her vulnerability and weakness from the men in her life took effort, but she did it because she didn’t ever want them to think she wasn’t in control.
“ Lubrication’s kicking up,” he announced. “You’re going to wish it wouldn’t.”
There was something ominous about his words warning her not to say anything. Besides, she had all she could do to keep still. The rope dug into her.
“ A woman’s pussy is a remarkably simple organ.” He pushed until his entire finger was inside her. “Too many people get hung up on the mind/body connection when it comes to sex. If the body’s handled properly, the mind doesn’t matter.”
As he started to pull out, her sex muscles clenched around his finger only to lose hold. Before she realized what he had in mind, he’d inserted two fingers in her. Filled her. Her breathing and heart rate kicked up, and she rocked forward.
“ Starting to get the idea are you?” He let up on the pressure against her chest, not that she could take advantage of it. “I have no doubt you’d try to kill me right now given half a chance. The thing is you can’t sell your pussy on the idea.”
After a pause, he began finger-fucking her. He worked her hard and fast so her body shook. His beer-scented breath invaded her nostrils, prompting her to try to turn her head.
“ Not going to work, slut.” Leaning closer, he rested his forearm against her breasts and rammed his fingers so deep she lost the distinction between them. His body seemed to be everywhere, married to hers and yet that was nothing compared to his forceful thrusts. Was this way of telling her he didn’t intend to stop until he’d ruined her?
Heat covered her in waves and sucked her down, down. She bounced on the counter, the back of her head knocking against the glass while her legs flopped and her vaginal muscles repeatedly tightened. Despite her crazed
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