Page 42 of Crushed

“You, Cormac.”

With one arm gripped tight around her breasts, my other hand reached down and I stuck a finger deep inside of her. She moaned against me, and when her eyes closed this time, I didn’t care. But she realized what she had done and opened them wide, wild with tension. With one of my free fingers, I rubbed her clit, still massaging her from inside, making her knees quake.

“I own you, Scarlett,” I said. “That means every time you come, you come for me.” She leaned against me, her whole body shuddering in need. “I own your cunt. Your body. Your fucking soul.” I bit her neck and she cried out, but her body never stopped convulsing against me.

I held her neck, then slapped her cunt, and dug my fingers into her again, my thumb massaging her clit and with two fingers inside of her. I gripped her neck tighter, showing off my dominance. I fucking owned her. Scarlett was mine.

“I’m going to come!” she cried.

“Come for me, Scarlett,” I bellowed.

Her body raptured against me, and I held her close. My cock pulsed, begging for her. This was exactly what she needed to fall in line. My line. My hungry, greedy little slut.