Page 54 of All Bets Are Off
Two fingers tuck into my sex, jiggling roughly while he laps at my back entrance.
Flames plume in front of my eyes, and I yank on the bonds, needing to be free, needing to hold on to something or tug on my own hair. Anything.Something. I can’t just remain still while he destroys me.
“For a girl screaming no, you’re certainly making a mess.” He slips his fingers from my front entrance and laps them around my clit. “Should we see what else makes you wet, angel?”
He’s going to do it now, right?
He’s going to take me?
Take me, take me, take me.
I’m caught off guard when Tripp wraps that brawny forearm beneath me and lifts me off the ground, carrying me across the room into…a walk-in closet?
I’m set down on cold marble, wrists still bound behind my back.
He turns on a dim chandelier overhead.
When I look around, I struggle to decipher everything I’m seeing.
“What is happening?” I murmur.
Tripp
I can’t believeI haven’t fucked her yet.
How I managed to resist that upturned ass and juicy, dripping little cunt in the bedroom is beyond me. But it must be a testament to how much I burn to spoil her.
Spread out on the island, in the middle of the walk-in closet, are items I asked to have delivered and arranged exactly like this. She’s my naked sacrifice on the slab of marble, her wide-eyed gaze darting right and left, landing on the various boxes that surround her.
“What’s happening?” Vida asks softly.
No one has a right to be as beautiful as she is, sitting there with chandelier light spilling down her supple, naked body, and I’m so overcome that she’s mine that it takes me a full ten seconds to answer.
“Since you’re already fighting me tonight, I’m going to take this opportunity to spoil you rotten, angel.” I flip open the first box to reveal a thong made of nothing but gray pearls, two strands connected by diamonds at the hips. “Whether you like it or not.”
Funny how me chasing Vida down and tackling her didn’t make her the least bit nervous.
But these ropes of pearls I am dying to see decorate her sexy little pussy make her squirm on the marble island countertop.
“Tripp…” she whispers. “I…I don’t know…They look so expensive.”
My cock throbs fiercely and insistently as I drag the pearl thong up her long legs, using my left arm to lift her up briefly so I can arrange the gray pearls along the split of her ass, that mouthwatering valley of flesh between her thighs.
I step back and look at her in the piece I picked out for her, my hand moving of its own volition toward the open zipper of my pants to scrub at the arousal protruding against my briefs.
“Oh fuck,” I grit out. “Open your thighs and lean forward. Rub on them.”
I can see her eyes cloud with the knowledge that the fantasy has changed.
Become more aboutherspecifically.
Yeah, I’ve had a certain fantasy since I was young.
But Vida has become my sexuality.
We’re no longer playing rough. We’re playing extra gentle.
With presents instead of punishment.
