Page 77 of Pas de Trois
When the shock lets go of its searing hold on me, I slump heavily into my seat. My body goes limp and my chest heaves as I fight to catch my breath. Before I can move, before I can fight, Renata drops to her knees. She grips me around the base of my shaft, licks her tongue across the tip, then sucks me into her mouth.
Shit.
Fuck.
No!
Luca appears beside me and grabs my arm that’s as limp as my dick. He wraps rope around my wrist, tying it tight before connecting it to my other wrist until my hands are bound together in front of me.
My limbs are weak from the electric shock, slowly prickling back into awareness. I will feeling to come back to me quicker and I stare at my fingers as I fight against my body for control. It’s almost the exact moment that Luca finishes binding my wrists together that my fingers wiggle with intention.
My movements are floppy and gradual, but I manage to get my hands on top of Renata’s head to try to push her away. But Luca grasps the rope from where it loops between my wrists and lifts my arms high, pulling them over my head as he moves to stand behind me.
My legs tingle and my muscles come back to life. I thrash in my seat, but fuck if that doesn’t just slam my cock deeper into her warm, wet mouth. She moans and the vibration ripples through my shaft, sending an unwanted rush of pleasure through my spine.
Goddammit.
Do not get hard for this bitch.
Don’t fucking do it!
Renata is insistent, stroking my base with her fingers, bobbing her head up and down with her warm lips and swirling tongue tugging me into tension that I don’t want.
I try.
I really fucking try.
I fight it for as long as I can, but she’s relentless.
My cock thickens against my will and I feel absolutely powerless—exactly the way she wants me to feel.
Her mouth finally comes off my cock with a crude popping sound and she looks up at me, her red lipstick smeared from her assault. I’m panting through fury and fear and depraved, forced lust. She smiles and though I want to thrust my knee up into her chin and break her damn jaw, I don’t because I know what she’s capable of doing to my girl.
She gives me her most serious look, the one that tells me she means business—the look that tells me she’s deadly fucking serious and I’d be stupid to cross her. “You’re going to fuck me tonight and you’re going to come inside me. I’ve been patient enough with you, but I’m done being patient.”
My molars grind together. “Good luck making me.” My hands stay high above me, though I lean my head forward, my shoulders tugging backward as I attempt to get in her face. “I don’t come for you.”
“You only think that because I haven’t fucked you yet. But you will come for me. You will come inside me.” She pushes her hands up my thighs. “And you’ll do it enthusiastically. Because if you don’t, I’ll hurt her. I’ll make you bleed, and I’ll make her suffer.”
She pushes to stand and my breaths shorten and quicken, my chest heaving as my temper flares, and I fight to control it. She gathers the hem of her skirt, swaying her hips as if she could seduce me. Her fingers slip beneath the hem and she drops her underwear to the floor, stepping out and kicking it aside.
“You stay the fuck away from me!” I thrash, yanking my hands with all my might. But Luca is at least as strong as I am, pulling my arms farther behind me, higher above my head, and achingly stretching my shoulders back.
I slump in my seat, trying to sink away from Luca’s grip, but I’m not quick enough. Renata climbs over me before I can get away, straddling my legs and squeezing my hips with her knees. She brushes the thin straps of her bright red gown off her shoulders, shoving at the neckline until her breasts are bare in front of my face.
“Shit. Fuck, no,” I push my ass back against the seat.
That was a bad move.
Her cunt drags across my swelling dick when I slide backward, and it makes blood rush to my groin.
It feels…good.
But it’s only physical.
Emotionally, this is wrecking me.
“Ezra,” she purrs, grasping my chin and lifting my head, “if you don’t come inside me, things are going to go very badly for you. But if you let yourself enjoy me, then everything will be fine. We’ll just keep this our…little…secret. Your precious Anya never has to know.” She dips her head, kissing me as I purse my lips against it. “What will it be?” She licks her tongue across the crease of my lips, and I cringe.
