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The look he was giving me - as if I were insignificant - made me want to curl myself back down onto my knees.
He’d actually gotten to me. And the worst part was... I’d enjoyed it.
My stomach knotted up and my abdomen clenched, my arousal basking in the humiliation. Traitorous pussy couldn’t give me a break, could she?
“You deserve to have your clit aching all night. You deserve to have duct tape slapped over it so you can’t touch while I crush your pretty little pussy under my boot.”
“Oh, Jess. I can’t make it that easy for you, now can I? That’s no fun. I like watching you struggle.” I pouted, wiggling on his lap so I could grind up against him. “It would be fun! Just a quickie-” “No, angel.” His voice was firm. “Not yet. When I fuck you - if I do - it won’t be some quick fuck on a couch. I’ll make you scream.”
“I can’t just what?” His grip on the back of my hair tightened, tugging me down, forcing me back to my knees as he leaned over. “I can do whatever I want, angel. I can make you suffer all night and never give you release. I can spank you again just because I like hearing you scream - and you do sound so pretty when you scream.”
“Pride doesn’t have a place in your service to me.”
“What did we used to tell you, Jess? You fuck with one of us, you fuck with all of us.” Manson’s voice rumbled eagerly from behind me, deepening with excitement, “And if you want to fuck one of us, you fuck all of us.”
My whole world was that dark room, those three laughing clowns, the taste of their sex in my mouth... and Manson, watching over it all like a demonic god.
“You’re doing so well, angel, I’m so proud." He spoke gently, his voice soothing. "You look so pretty with your mouth filled up with his cock.”
“What a filthy angel. Look at you: you need it that badly? Grinding against me like a puppy?”
"You're going to get off on this knife, Jess," he said. "And I'm going to hold you open, nice and still, so you don't get hurt."
"Look at me, Jess. Right now. Don't you dare look away. I want to see all your pretty tears as you come all over this knife for me, understand?"
Manson continued to thrust inside me, laughing at every heightened shriek, at every frantic, overwhelmed twitch of my body - at the brief but violent gush of arousal that came before I could stop it. "Even squirting for me? What a good girl. Fuck, that’s beautiful."
