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“Not interested,” I say, something in me ripping apart. “Not interested, Smith.”
He breathes out. “I’ll run this past Jones, see if we can find this place in Arizona. I’ll be in touch, Orion.”
There’s a beat of anticipatory silence as the door shuts.
He doesn’t speak, those dark eyes on me. And I love him, I hate him, and I’ve fallen down into the depths of the world of him. But there’s no happy ending.
No matter how we pull at each other in that beat.
“You and your friend’ll go somewhere, and when we’re done, you’ll?—”
A sharp slap rips the air and I stare at his face in horror. I don’t remember moving, much less raising my hand to him. Or hitting him.
But my handprint appears above his cropped beard.
“Baby girl’s thinking she’s all fucking grown up, isn’t she?”
“Go to hell, Orion.”
But I back off and he follows. We keep this horrible little no touching tango until I hit the wall, and he comes to a stop, a hair’s breadth from me.
Our gazes lock.
“Make me, little girl.”
Something in me breaks. “You didn’t come in time for me, Daddy. You let them touch me. And you let them do that back on the yacht.”
“You liked it on the yacht, and I came for you when I could.”
He catches my chin as I try to look away. He makes me look at him.
“You liked it.”
“Because,” I say with a snarl, “you were there. You were touching me. And now you want to send me away because I’m not good enough.”
“Don’t you fucking put words in my mouth, you little whore. You can be my princess and my whore. I get to decide how I treat you. Strip.”
And, God help me, I do. My fingers shake so much I expect him to help, but he just steps back, takes it in, drinks up each piece of exposed flesh.
“My fucking clothes, little girl, my fucking rules.”
When I’m naked, I glance down and he’s hard, pushing at his jeans. “Naughty girls don’t get to look yet. Fucking turn and show Daddy what he has.”
I turn, heart thumping as my pussy starts to throb in need, and I know I’m getting wet. My breasts ache for his touch.
“Bend over, spread your ass, and show me what I paid for. Because I did. Daddy paid a lot of money to get on that yacht.”
It’s wrong. It’s right. I need him to use me. Abuse me. Wash away the last vestiges of their touch, their mauling.
I bend at my waist, humiliated, and I spread for him. Show him my pussy, my asshole, pulling my lips apart for him.
“Nice and wet. Tight. So fucking pink. Daddy thinks baby girl is worth every penny. Although you need to pass one more test. On your knees. Face me.”
I go down and turn and he takes his time, unbuckling his belt, then he unbuttons his fly and pulls out his massive cock.
“Wet it for me with your mouth, slut.”
He doesn’t touch me, doesn’t move, so I have to shuffle closer to take him in my mouth. I bob on his cock for a few delicious minutes, hands behind my back. The hands are instinctive, even though I want to touch. But I need to be at his complete mercy, made to feel like nothing more than a piece of meat.
