Dead Man's Hand (Vegas Underground 7)

She doesn’t answer.

I deliver a swat. “Hmm?”

She turns her face toward me. “It seems like a dangerous thing to admit.”

I chuckle because I knew I was right—she loved it. “Aw, you can trust me, angel. I’m not going to hurt you.”

I love her little smile. She rolls her hips, which I take as an invitation to spank her some more, and I do, turning her skin a lovely shade of pink. Then I slide my fingers between her legs, rubbing her sweet nectar up to her clit. “Might have to spank you every time, angel. Do you feel how wet you are?”

She shivers as I slide two fingers inside her and pump them a few times. “Spread your thighs, baby.”

She opens wider for me. I stroke over her slick flesh, getting her clit stiff and hot. I use some of her lubricant and bring my index finger to her anus, massaging it open.

She whimpers and tries to tighten, but my finger’s already in. I drop a little saliva on top of it to help lube the way. “Have you taken it in the ass before, little girl?”

“N-no.” She sounds a little scared now, but I don’t mind. I know what I’m doing and she’s gonna like it.

“Well, you’re gonna take it in the ass for me, baby. Any time I want you to. Capiche?”

Cristo, she’s rubbing her nipples over the bedspread. “You’re mean,” she pants as I ass-fuck her with my finger.

“I own you, baby, remember? You said it first.”

“I know. Gio, I’m sorry.”

“I know you are, baby.” It’s easy to accept an apology when she surrendered so fully. I ease my finger out of her anus and slap her ass again. “Lie on your belly. Pillow under your hips to lift your ass for me.” One more smack.

She complies as I get up and retrieve a bottle of lube from my nightstand drawer. I’m generous with it—squirting some over her anus as well as all over my cock.

I straddle her thighs and push her cheeks wide. “Deep breath in,” I command.

She inhales. I push the head of my cock against her back pucker and apply a little pressure. “Exhale.”

As she does, I gently push in. It’s a stretch to get past the head, but I go slowly.

She grunts, tiny little moans.

“Big exhale again, angel.” I ease the rest of the way in and wait for her to get used to me. “If you want to slide your fingers between your legs and play with that sweet pussy of yours, you can.”

She immediately moves, like it’s a desperate need.

I brace my weight on my hands and rock into her ass. I like the power of having her under me, submitting to this erotic punishment. I like the tight squeeze, the taboo of the thing.

I fucking love the sound of her little gasps and mewls as I pick up speed. I love it even more when she starts moaning my name. “Gio… Gio.”

“That’s right, angel. Who owns you?”

“You do. Oh my God, you do. Holy hell, Gio.” I hear her fingers working frantically between her legs.

I fuck her harder, faster, careful not to be too rough or erratic with my strokes. My balls tighten, heat flares at the base of my spine. I pull out and pump my cock, coming all over her ass.

She cries out, her hips lifting from the pillow as she brings her other hand between her legs. As soon as I’m done coming, I shove three fingers and my thumb in her pussy from behind, making a cone to fuck her with until she screams and comes all over my fingers.

Marissa

Gio gets up and returns with a washcloth, which he uses to clean me. Then he brings me a glass of water. “You okay, angel?”

I nod and drink deeply before handing him the glass back. He’s in all his naked, manly glory. Broad, buff shoulders, hairy chest, thighs like tree trunks. His five o’clock shadow gives him a rugged look.

“Climb under the covers, I’m gonna take a quick shower.”

“‘Kay.” I’m feeling very much like a bad girl. A little ashamed. A little punished. A lot used. Definitely owned.

My anus pulses, raw and sore from the activity, but the rest of my body is replete with relaxation and the feel-good hormones that go with two orgasms in one night.

I crawl under the covers, surprised when Gio waits to pull them up and kiss my temple. The sweetness of it makes my heart pick up speed. I had been sleepy, but now my mind churns, turning over and examining everything that happened tonight.

He takes care of me.

I haven’t had that before. Not ever. My mom abandoned me with my grandparents when I was six and they were kind to me, of course, but they were already old and overworked. They needed my help. No one had time to baby me.