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protectively. Without warning, I thrust to the hilt, my cock hits the back of her throat, and she gags like I anticipated, her hands pushing against my thighs in terror as I hold myself there for a moment before pulling back.

A wheezing noise meets my ears as she sucks a breath of air into her lungs like it will be her last. I allow myself to look down at her for one brief second and find that tears are already leaking out the corner of her eyes. Below me, she looks so delicate, so fucking perfect, a fragile flower pushing through the concrete, wanting to prevail no matter how damning the circumstance.

It makes me want to break her. No, I have to break her. I need her to tell me everything, need her to be broken and afraid. Need her to need me.

Forcing myself forward, I repeat the process again, but this time I move faster. I slide deep, relishing in the loud gagging sound she makes and the way her tiny throat tries to swallow around my cock. Saliva dribbles out the side of her mouth and down her chin, and I swear I’ve never seen anything more beautiful.

“You look so fucking pretty with my cock in your mouth,” I say between my teeth, pulling back and diving in again.

She doesn’t respond, but her nails sink deep in my thigh muscles, and I let out a hiss of pain. “Fuck, yes. Hurt me. I want to feel your anger.”

From that point on, things get blurry. I fuck her mouth almost incoherently, holding her head in place, pistoning my hips faster and faster, using her mouth as if it were her pussy, and she lets me, knowing this is her punishment.

Hollowing out her cheeks, she tries to get me to come sooner by adding pressure, but I’m not ready to come yet, and this punishment ends when I say so.

“I’m in control.” I snap my teeth together and hold myself at the back of her throat. She makes another gagging sound as I choke her with my cock.

Fuck, that sound is pure joy to my ears.

When I can’t hold off any longer, and her silky mouth becomes too much for me to bear, I let go of her head and pull out. Taking my cock into my hand, I stroke faster, feeling the pressure in my balls, knowing I’m going to be coming soon.

“Fucking look at me. Open that pretty little mouth, and don’t you dare look away,” I grunt. Slowly, she does as she’s told. Staring at her, I find her lips are swollen, her eyes are red as if she’s been crying and not choking on my cock for the last five minutes.

She looks shattered and beautiful, but more than anything, she looks like mine. I can tell she’s turned on, the lustful glaze over her eyes, giving her away. I almost feel bad… almost.

My orgasm nearly knocks me off my feet, my abs tighten, and I explode a second later. It’s a sight to see and one that leaves my heart thundering in my chest.

Hot spurts of cum land on her lips and against her tongue. She remains that way, with her mouth open, and the proof of my orgasm right in front of me. Addicted to her fucking touch, I bring my cock back to her lips.

“Suck,” I order, and like a submissive little mouse, she does. She sucks me hard as if she’s trying to bring my cock back to life. “Fuck, yes,” I growl, my voice sinister. I swipe my thumb over my release, rubbing it into her skin and lips, needing to mark her.

When I feel she’s had enough, I pull back and tuck myself back into my jeans before buttoning them back up. I feel her eyes on me, and I already know she’s wet. Her pussy weeping against her cotton panties.

“Are you…” She pushes off the floor, the words coming out in a stutter, and this is the part of the punishment I’m going to both love and hate.

“Get you off?” I finish her sentence while cocking my head to the side.

She swallows and nods her head to affirm that was, in fact, her question.

I shake my head. “Nope. As badly as I want your greedy little pussy, which I know is drenched and ready for my cock, this was your punishment for lying to me. Now you get to spend the entire day wanting something that I could easily give you, but you won’t receive. Much like the phone number I asked for.”

Anger rises in her features, overtaking the arousal that was there moments ago. I struggle to stop myself from ripping her yoga pants off and setting her ass on the edge of the counter right here in the kitchen to feast, but it has to be this way, even if I don’t want it to be, even if everything in me says to give in to her wanton needs.

“I… I can’t believe you,” She hisses angrily.

“Believe it. Maybe next time you won’t lie to me. Now, wash up and get back to making dinner.” I turn around and head back into the living room for another glass of whiskey. I can feel her gaze on me. It’s like knives piercing into my back.

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Things are quiet throughout dinner and as we get ready for bed. Fallon hasn’t said more than a handful of words, but the best of all is that she hasn’t denied that she gave me the wrong number on purpose. I’m stupid for being as pissed off about it as I am. It should be expected, but I keep hoping, thinking maybe because I treat her better than I know any other man at that auction would’ve. Maybe she actually wants this?

Before, the trust was growing between us, flourishing like a flower in the sun, but now that flower has been stomped into the ground. That thought makes me want to shake her.

“Do you have to go to the bathroom?” I growl, waiting at the edge of the bed.

“No,” she whispers, not even fucking looking at me.

She’s wearing one of my shirts and a pair of panties to bed. I don’t dare admit to myself the pleasure I get from seeing her in my clothing. It’s irrational and downright insane how much I want to make her mine.

“Good.” I stomp over to the nightstand and turn off the light.

As badly as I want to push her away, I can’t. My body won’t fucking let me. She’s an addiction I can’t kick. I hated myself for leaving her so needy earlier, but I had to do something.

Rolling onto her side, I spoon her from behind and toss an arm over her, tugging her back into my chest. She molds to my body perfectly and lets out a soft little sigh. I’m tempted to bury my face in her hair, but I don’t.

Trailing my hand down her belly, I brush against the waistband of her panties. A shiver ripples through her, and I bite back a chuckle.

“You’re so fucking responsive to my touch.”

“I don’t want to be,” she grumbles. “I wish I wasn’t attracted to you.”

“We all have things we wish were different. Life isn’t fair, that’s just how it is.” I nip at her ear and slip my hand into her panties.

She makes a strange sound in the back of her throat, and I swear the sound has a direct line to my cock. “What are you doing?”

A husky rumble leaves my chest. “What I would’ve done earlier but couldn’t because I had a point to prove.”

My fingers dance over her smooth mound, moving lower and lower while her chest rises and falls faster and faster. She wants this. Wants me so badly, I bet she can taste the release on the tip of her tongue. Dipping a finger between her folds, I find her wet and grin like an asshole. I stroke her clit, rubbing gentle circles against it.

“I wish I didn’t want you so much,” I growl into her ear and suck on the tender flesh beneath it. Her breath hitches in her throat, and with each stroke of my finger on her clit, her body melts further into mine.

My cock stiffens, begging to be unleashed and let inside of her tight cunt, but she’s not getting my dick tonight. Moving my fingers lower to her tight entrance, she lets out a frustrated sigh but shuts her mouth when I sink two thick fingers into her at once.

“So tight, so fucking perfect. You have no idea how jealous my cock is right now,” I say against the back of her neck, pumping my fingers in and out, listening as the sound of her arousal fills the room.

“Oh, god. Please, don’t stop, please, don’t.” Her hand latches onto my arm. Her tiny nails sink into my skin, and I kiss the side of her neck harder, sucking on her, wanting to imbed myself deep inside her.

Keeping my pace, I grind my palm against her clit, knowing it’ll be the final blow.

“Come for me, squeeze my fucking fingers. Show me what my cock is missing.”

Muscles stiff, her entire body locks up. I bet her toes curl. Her cunt tightens around my thick fingers, trying to push me out as she shudders against me, and her orgasm overtakes her, dragging her into the deep dark waters of pleasure.

Like a feather, she slowly drifts back down to reality. Her pulse thunders beneath my lips, and I gently kiss her flesh while continuing to hold her tight against my chest.

After a few minutes, I ease out of her panties and remain holding her.

“Thank you,” she whispers.

“I don’t like withholding pleasure from you. I want to make you feel good.” The words are the most honest thing I think I’ve ever said to a woman.

“I know.”

It’s the last thing she says before she falls asleep, her soft snores filling the air a short time later. As I close my eyes, I wonder if there could be more to us. If the lies were pushed to the wayside, could we be something more? Could it be more than pleasure and pain? Captive and captor?

I feel myself sinking deeper and deeper into sleep, and then I hear it, a loud crash that has me shooting into a sitting position on the bed.