“You have no idea how fucking beautiful you look right now. Your cunt is practically begging to get wrecked.”
I tried to push my ass out as far as possible without allowing my forehead to move from the timber. I loved this fucking game. I loved how—the two of us pulling each other toward the edge, wondering who would fall first.
Something cold pressed against my inner thigh, and I froze. “What is that?”
“Do not lift your forehead from that wood. Or I won’t make your come.”
I shut my mouth and pressed my lips tight together.
My legs shivered as he dragged the object up…up…and I struggled to breathe as it gently touched my pussy lips, only to move up the slit of my ass. And that’s when I realized what it was.
“It’s the bottle.”
“You were two seconds away from taking it up your cunt yourself down in the cellar before we got interrupted. I’m merely giving you that chance again.”
The muscles in my shoulders strained from my arms being stretched and bound so tight. I wanted to lift my head so I could look back. Not being able to see heightened the anticipation, but it also intensified the uncertainty.
In the back of my head a little voice tried to convince me that this was wrong. That feeling anything but disgust over what he was doing to me was nothing short of twisted and fucking sick. But I couldn’t help myself. Feeling the cold glass against my wetness was…exquisite.
Placing his hand just above my ass, his palm flat, he nudged the tip of the bottle against my entrance without slipping it in. “You gave me control, remember?”
I breathed out, sudden uncertainty mixed with the dreamy state of depravity causing me to close my eyes, my legs trembling. This was wrong, it was insane, but there was no denying how turned on I was. I could practically feel my arousal drip down my thighs, my hips itching to move with the need to have my pussy filled. And the idea of him standing behind me, watching me, glancing down at where the tip of the bottle touched my cunt—it had my blood humming with excitement. It was like nothing I had ever felt before.
Wrong, but unstoppable.
Twisted, but undeniable.
He twirled the bottle against my entrance, and I moaned, the need to be filled and stretched so damn strong, I wanted to scream.
“If you want it, Sienna, you need to take it.”
I could say so many things, so many ways to challenge him, to pretend like this was insanely fucked-up. But the truth was, it was theinsanely fucked-uppart that turned me on. It had every muscle in my body pulled tight, wanting more. Needing more.
“Seems like you need some motivation.” From the side he slipped his hand from the front, dipping his fingers through my slit before gently stroking my clit, a desperate moan dancing across my lips. The pressure, the tension, the desperate need for release ripped through me, and I was sure it would all break me in half.
“Noah.”
“Move those hips, baby girl. As much as you can without lifting that beautiful head of yours.” He twirled the bottle, reminding me that it was right there against my entrance, one flex of my hips away from being inside me. “I want to see your greedy cunt take this bottle.”
Another flick of his finger, and I could no longer control it. I could no longer stop myself from pushing my hips back, slow, hesitant…exhilarated.
“Look at that greedy little pussy of yours.”
I was so fucking wet it easily slipped inside me, and Noah groaned—the thought of him watching and loving what he saw added to the madness. He didn’t move the bottle an inch. It was all me. My body. My hips. My fucked up, twisted desires taking control of my every move.
“How does it feel?” His voice was husky, low, almost labored.
“Not as good as it would feel if it was you,” I murmured out of breath.
He brushed his palm all along my ass. “I want you to come.”
“And I want you to fuck me.”
“Oh, I will. But first, I want to watch your cunt cream this fucking beer bottle.”
“Noah—”
“Shut up, and do as I say.”