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She baited him.
Becky grinned and waited for his move. The last time she’d threatened
to replace him, he’d fucked her until her insides felt raw. She’d been
sore for days afterward, but the pain had been worth it. She hadn’t come
harder before or since.
Jake’s eyes were slits, and his stare was an odd mix of hate and lust.
The handcuff key clattered to the ground, and she watched with dawning
horror as he pushed it to the side.
Perhaps she’d pushed him too far? After all, she was cuffed and
defenseless. As he came closer, his mouth a thin, angry line, she admitted
something to herself: she really liked being cuffed and defenseless.
Besides, no matter how tough he pretended to be, she knew Jake would never
hurt her.
Would he?
“You’re gonna find someone to be a man for you, Becky?” he barked.
“Who? What man in his right mind has skin thick enough to deal with you,
huh? Tell me!” He dug his hands into her shoulders. She trembled when she
felt her body become locked between his strong thighs and the floor of the
terrace.
Of course, you’re man enough, Jake! her mind screamed. She
remained silent. He was so much fun when he was at the breaking point; she
knew better than anyone how to take him there. While his earlier display
of controlled masculinity had certainly piqued her interest, she had
quickly bored of “Jake Bondage.” The Jake who drove her crazy, the Jake
she liked best, was jealous, territorial and insecure. That Jake fucked
her so well she’d nearly left her body a few times.
It was that Jake she wanted right now.
“No matter what you do, you’ll never control me,” she teased. “You may
hold me, but you’ll never control me. And when I’m through with you, I’m
gonna go out and find a man who can.”
That did it. He pounced on her, pushing her head against the railing.
His lips bruised hers with their savagery, causing her to fear suffocation
from the raw heat of his kiss. He pulled away as quickly as he’d struck.
His eyes, black as midnight, held hers. “You’re a liar, Becky. And do you
know what I do to liars?”
She fluttered her lashes and twisted into him, rubbing her moist cunt
lips along his thighs. “Show me, goddamn you. Show. Me.”
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Blacque, 2007.
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