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My eyes widened as he moved in closer, and once again, something took over, something inside me. I was possessed. Or crazy. Yes, crazy. That had to be it. My lips touched his and my tongue dove into his mouth. Just as shocked about my own actions, Paxton surprised me even more, he kissed me back, devouring my mouth with his. I didn’t even realize we’d come to a standing position until I felt the breeze moving up my dress as it rose with his hands. He walked me backward to the cabana bed and pushed me back.
“I’m on my period,” I reminded him as I crab-crawled backward to the bed, legs parting on their own, while my mind did some sort of confusing dance.
“You’re fucking whacko. That’s what you are. What the fuck is wrong with you?”
“What’s wrong with you?” I countered with heavy pants, feeling the heated moment rush through my bloodstream, filling me with the poison I was so addicted to. I was whacko. A bat shit crazy lunatic.
Paxton didn’t answer with words that time. He pushed out on my right leg and shoved his hardness into the sudden pulse going on between my legs. That made it even worse, even more fucked up. Evidence displayed on the table about my relationship with Lane, Mi’s new information, the envelope hidden in the tiny closet, none of it mattered at that moment. Not to me and not to Paxton. We kissed while our hands wandered, exploring each other’s bodies as if it were the first time. My hands tugged on his shirt, wanting to feel his chest, and his moved my dress over my breasts. I moaned an incoherent cry when his teeth bit hard on my nipples, sucking and pulling them between his lips.
His hips pressed against my pounding button, and mine reacted, rotating toward the erection behind his jeans. Paxton stopped briefly, moving his body to the side. His finger slid up the satin between my legs while I continued to circle my hips into him, into anything.
“Your panties are wet,” he whispered in the sexiest, raspiest tone I’d ever heard from his lips.
“Make it come,” I begged, desperately, shifting my hips forward.
“I want to spank you.”
“No, I’m on my period,” I complained while trying to shove him back.
“So what? You think we haven’t had sex this time of month before?”
“Um, did we?” I questioned realizing I didn’t remember that.
“Of course we did.”
The next thing I knew, my body was tossed to the position he wanted me in. At his direction, I was rolled to my stomach, pulled to the edge, and handcuffed by his hand, holding mine to my back.
“This is so fucked up,” I audibly admitted as I felt my hands being tied by an unknown object. A nylon belt, maybe. I realized it was a tie back to one of the curtains when the moon disappeared behind the drapes.
“Shhh, don’t talk, baby girl.”
My eyes closed and I again chastised myself. I was weak. So fucking weak. I couldn’t fight this man if my life depended on it. I couldn’t fight it because I didn’t want to. I loved him. Jesus, why did I have to go and do that?
My breath caught when I felt my panties being slid from the crack in my ass, slowly. With the same pace Paxton rubbed both my butt cheeks, and once again, I tried to part my legs for him. I handed over all access with great pleasure. He could have it. I just wanted to come.
I moaned again when I felt a finger slide between my slippery folds, to the pucker of my ass, and back to my cheeks. My wrists pulled against the restraint and I cried out with the first slap, relaxing as his hand massaged away the sting. Painful pleasure enveloped my body with every loud crack, every finger sliding through my slit, and every kiss and suck to my body.
“How many was that, baby?” he questioned, whispering hot words to my spine.
I replied through an erotic moan. “Five.”
“How many more do you think you deserve? Huh? How many, slut?” His fingers pinched hard on my nub kept me from responding to the term. He knew that. That’s why he paid special attention to the area I needed him to focus on.
“Five,” I said as I shoved back toward his fingers. I don’t know why five, that’s just the number that came out, and the number that he gave me. My ass was on fire by the tenth blow, and my need to climax was ridiculous.
Paxton kissed my burning cheeks with soft lips, carefully easing the pain. My eyes opened when I felt him move, leaving my fiery butt to cool with the evening breeze. The sound of his zipper caused the rhythm of my heart to pick up a little with anticipation. I knew where it would be going, and I wanted it. My eyes looked up to his, but immediately dropped to the rod he stroked in his hand. Like a crazed animal, hungry for his flesh, I lunged for it, taking it to the back of my throat with a pleasurable moan. Paxton’s moan matched mine, and he held my head, keeping me from controlling the situation. He hissed, and grunted as he slid in and out of my mouth.
“Slow down. You like it when I fuck your mouth, don’t you, slut?”
Nope, not saying a word.
His hands shoved my shoulder and I rolled more to my back, staying slightly on my side due to the limitations behind my back. My legs once again opened on their own, and Paxton slapped me there. His cock would dive to the back of my throat at the same time the tips of his fingers stung my aching nub. He toyed with me like this for what seemed like an eternity, sliding in and out of my mouth while his fingers did a number on my control.
Once I was to the top, there was no coming back. I would have finished it myself had Paxton denied me. I felt the first peak and slid his rod from my mouth. “Oh, yes. Keep doing that. Right there. Hmmm, yes, yes, right there, baby,” I moaned while he applied rapid slaps to my exploding clitoris. He tried to slide back in my mouth a couple times, but I couldn’t do it. I was about to come, and my clenched jaw refused to let him in.
“Aaah, open your mouth slut,” he moaned while taking over my job, stroking harder.
Of course I did. Nothing turned me on more than watching Paxton jack off. I freaking loved it, and I was right there with him. My lips parted just in time to feel the first wave, mine and his. He grunted while releasing his pleasure at precisely the same time I did. I came harder than I ever had in my life, riding wave after wave until we were both spent. My tense body relaxed as the hardness in my mouth did the same.
“You weren’t supposed to come,” Paxton admitted as he slid out of my mouth and put himself away, commando style. I loved it when he did that, too. Paxton never wore underwear around the house. That too, turned me on to no end, especially behind jeans.
“You call me slut one more time and I’m going to bite it off. Why do you do that? Untie me,” I ordered, all forms of erotic thoughts and senses gone with the orgasm.
Paxton stood and walked away from me. “No, and because you are. The proof is in the pudding. You’re all alike. You’re all sluts who cheat. It’s not your fault you were born with a pussy.”
With the release of stupid dopamine came the rational side of my brain. I cursed myself for letting that happen. Gah. So stupid.
“Untie me, Paxton,” I demanded for the second time.
“No, I’m going to dial your friend back, and you’re going to talk to her. Ask her what she means.”
“No, I’m not.”
Two steps and Paxton was back to me, his fingers digging hard into the back of my jaw. “You are. You’re going to do everything I tell you from this moment on. You got that, Gabriella, or whoever the fuck you are. Do you understand me?”
I jerked my head hard to the right enough to catch him off guard and bring my knees up. I shoved him hard with my legs, sending him backward a few steps. I sat up, pulling against the restraints until one hand was free, and then the other. Paxton lunged toward me again, but I was ready that time. My foot went up, catching him right in the chest, and the look on his face assured me that it hurt.
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