“I told you what was going to happen.”
“You said you’d be gentle because it was my first time.”
He positioned her twice more as she tried to roll to the side, but he managed to get his jeans unzipped. His cock was so relieved to be out it was almost as good as sex. Not really, but close.
“I said I’d be gentle when you were being a good girl and cooperating. Bad girls don’t get treated like pretty dolls – they get treated like the spoils of war.”
“You’re going to take me by force?”
“Force?” He laughed cruelly. “Yes, but you like that.”
“Let me go!”
“Never.”
Chapter Seventeen
“No, no – please don’t hurt me!” he mocked, his voice chilling her. “But you like to be hurt, Miss Korsgaard. So much so that you’ve never used your safeword with me. I bet you could take a lot more than I dish out. I bet I’m nowhere near as frightening as some of the other men you’ve been with.”
Fear and adrenaline throbbed through her body. She was so scared she felt as if she had to pee. She’d seen him lose control the other day, but he was okay now. Wasn’t he? He was talking. Playing. Kind of.
In the dark she couldn’t see his expression. She could only strain to hear his intonation and to feel the tension in his body.
“No, Mister Leduc. I’ve never submitted to a man as thoroughly as I have to you. I played at clubs a few times and had bedroom only kink relationships, but never like this. Never like you. You scare me more than any of them ever did.”
He went still. “Because you don’t trust me?”
Did she trust him? Mostly. She hadn’t doubted him – much – until he’d blacked out. And Rodrigo wasn’t here as back-up. She shouldn’t have pushed him so hard tonight without Ro nearby.
“I trust you to hurt me, but only the way I like it.”
He exhaled. “Maybe you shouldn’t trust me, because sometimes I get urges to do things
you wouldn’t like.”
“I’m open to negotiation.”
His wordless snarl echoed through the cavernous room.
There was a click, and she felt the tips of his fingers slide up and down the divide of her ass, far too slick for a man who’d just threatened her with lubeless anal. He really did like her. She had to force herself not to laugh in relief, but as he worked first one finger, and then two into her ass she realized her relief would be short lived. Two fingers – Severin-sized fingers – was the most she’d ever taken. It was bigger than the biggest plug he’d used and his dick was far bigger.
“Please, Mister Leduc!” she begged.
“Please what?” His voice was thick with lust.
She shuddered. “Please don’t.”
“You’re so fucking tight.”
He withdrew his fingers and although she’d thought it would be a relief, she was uncomfortable and empty.
“Maybe we could wait?” she begged, hopeful for a reprieve, but also really wanting him to ignore her pleading.
“We could.”
“We could?”
“No.” The tip of his cock brushed her anus, and she shivered.