“Answer. Why do you like hurtingme?”
“I told you. Because it feels good.”
The words hit like a slap. So I spit, fast and sharp, right at his chin!
“Keep playing, Piggy. When I’m out of these ropes, I’m gonna ruin you until your legs give out and your cunt’s too sore to take me.”
“Why are you so mean!” I scold, but gently, I wipe my spit off his chin, feeling like I did something wrong.
Still, he snaps his teeth at my fingers, trying to bite me like the wolf he is.
I frown.
“Grayson, why be cruel to me? I liked taking care of you,” I say, voice cracking slightly. “I made you dinner. I folded your shirts. I kissed you every chance I got. I—”
He rolls his eyes, seemingly bored.
My frustration explodes. I dig my nails into his sides, hard.
“Fucking brat,” he snarls.
“Admit it!I love you!And you know it!”
His chest rises faster. His eyes blink open, so dark, pained, and furious.
“I love you, Grayson,” I say, my weapon to disarm him. “Someone really loves you. Me.”
He closes his eyes again, like he’s breathing in the words. Like they’re oxygen.
But still, no answer. No softness. No words back. I shake my head. All this: ropes, latex, my sad torture, and still, he won’t break.
Nothing gets through.
The only time he bends... is when—
I got it.
Chapter 48
Charlotte
I move fast, tugging down Grayson’s underwear. His cock’s bare, velvety-smooth but thick and heavy in my palm.
I loosen my corset just enough for my breasts to spill out. This is practically a sex house, so a bottle of lube isn’t far. I slick it over my skin, rubbing until my chest glistens.
Then I press them around his cock, making sure the sensation feels warm, wet, and tight. His eyelids flutter. A low, subtle breath escapes his throat.
Soon, he tilts his hips, trying to thrust between my shiny breasts. Trying to use me.
Good.
I match his rhythm, rolling my chest with him. “What else do you want, baby?” I ask, sultry.
“Put on lipstick.” A pause, then, “Red.”
I find some and apply it slowly, watching him the whole time.
“Like this?” I ask, lips pouted.
