Page 77 of Payback
Alison reached up to grasp the hand that was playfully engaging with her breast, attempting to pry it away. Yet, I had no intention of ceasing my actions.
“I can’t tend to your wrist if your hand is on my breast,” she pointed out.
I nodded, retracting my hand before she attempted to seize it again. I turned her around, pressing her ass against me this time, teasing my yet-to-be-erect cock. It was agonizing to have her curves molding against me while I had to hold back from plunging into her.
“I must concentrate on training your ass for a good fucking,” I whispered into her ear, my uninjured hand encircling her waist as I rested it on her hip. My wounded wrist remained extended in front of her. Space was limited, but she managed to reach behind us and retrieve the disinfectant once more. The sharp sting pierced, yet I diverted my attention elsewhere. Slowly, I lowered my unoccupied hand, sliding it down to her pussy and running my fingers through the blend of our juices that coated her.
“Listen, you’re going to ruin this if you persist,” she croaked out, her voice laced with desire.
“No, you’re capable of handling it,” I murmured in her ear. “I’m merely keeping you warm.”
“It’s the middle of the night!”
“Yes, but that little hunt left me quite aroused. I’m not finished with you.”
“I’ll be utterly exhausted tomorrow if you keep me awake all night. And if you believe I’m a handful well-rested, being around me when I’m not will be worse,” she cautioned me, but I slid my fingers lower, finding her entrance and easing them in.
“Jared!” she exclaimed.
“Wrong name.”
“Fuck!” she groaned, attempting to concentrate on tending to my wrist. However, her trembling grip on it and the other hand applying the disinfectant betrayed her. She tried to ignore the effect I had on her and not press against my fingers, but her body was also in overdrive, though it didn’t require the same recovery period as me. I could make her reach multiple climaxes until her fluids drenched my entire hand. She despised it when I stirred her desire, making her disdain her own response.
“This isn’t going to work!” she protested.
“You can do it,” I whispered in her ear before nibbling her lobe. “Don’t let me distract you.”
Continuing to rhythmically move my fingers in and out of her, I introduced a third digit.
“But that’s what you want—to distract me!”
“I’m unsure what you’re implying.” I feigned ignorance.
She groaned in frustration, yet persevered, cleansing away all the blood and diligently tending to each tooth-made wound. When my wrist was suitably bandaged and secured with a piece of tape, I found myself ready for another round. I withdrew my fingers, and she released a sigh of relief.
“If you make it back to the room, I won’t take you and you’ll get to sleep outside the cage,” I proposed. She glanced back, her expression puzzled.
“What?”
“If you run fast enough, I won’t have my way with you, and you’ll earn a night outside the cage.”
“Is this a new game?” she asked.
I shrugged. “Don’t you desire one night outside the cage?”
Her curiosity piqued, she distanced herself from me and turned, her attire still nothing more than that tattered shirt.
“Do I get a head start?” she asked.
“Seems only fair.”
She nodded, accepting my challenge.
“How long?”
“Ten seconds.”
“You won’t catch me. The room is down the hallway,” she assured me.
