Dirty Wedding

Her voice is beautiful. And it's dripping with pain.

Everything she's lost.

Everything she's giving up.

She finishes the song. Blinks her eyes open. Looks around surprised, like she's expecting someone to catch her.

When she doesn't, she drifts into the next song.

I wait until she's lost in the music.

Then I move as quietly as I can.

Down the hall.

Into the room.

To her.

She's distracted. She doesn't realize I'm here until my hands are around her wrists.

Chapter Forty-One

Ty

"Ty." She gasps as I pull her wrists behind her back.

I don't soften the way I normally do. I tighten my grip. Enough I'm hurting her.

She lets out a low grunt.

"You think you're safe here?" I dig my nails into her forearm.

"No," she breathes.

"Smart girl." I loop my belt around her wrists.

She gasps as I pull it tight.

"Do you want me to hurt you?"

She mutters a curse.

"I asked you a question." I pull her backward. Until her body is pressed against mine. "Do you want me to hurt you?"

"No," she breathes.

"Then why are you playing with fire? Walking around in this." I trace the hem.

She gasps as I slip my hand under the dress.

"Asking for it." I press my palm against her cunt. Over her knickers.

She's already soaked.

From the restraint or the force or the rough edge to my voice, I'm not sure.

This is her chance to say no, to fight back, to make me force her.

I've been rough, yes. I've ordered her to obey me. But it's always been willingly.

What she wants.

In the moment and in the scene.

This is what she wants too, but it's different. There's a layer of roleplay.

It's dangerous. For both of us.

Physically. Practically. Emotionally.

Indigo lets out a soft groan. "Asking for it?" She's already drifting off. Into that perfect place where she lets go.

This is it. Her last chance to change her mind, deny her fantasy, reject the scene.

She can safe out at any point, but this is the fucking line.

We can't uncross it.

She's still against me, breathing hard, flushed and waiting.

Wet.

It is what she wants.

And I will give her what she wants.

I slip my fingers under her knickers.

She groans as I slide two fingers inside her.

She's soaked. There's no resistance. Only the soft, sweetness of her cunt.

I let my voice drop to a threatening tone. "Tempting me with this skirt. Asking me to follow you home. Make you take it. Aren't you?"

"No." She crosses the line.

I drive my fingers into her.

She groans.

I hook my fingers around the belt. Push her onto her knees.

She lands with a thud. "Fuck."

"Does that hurt, princess?"

She says nothing.

"I asked you a question. Does that hurt?"

"Yes."

"You think you're too good for hurt?"

"No."

"You think you're too good for me. In your fancy dress and your designer shoes." I knot my hand in her hair. "Girls like you are too good for men like me."

Her chest heaves with her inhale. "Please."

"Please?"

"Yes. Please. I'm a nice girl. I like nice things." Her voice is soft. Eager. "I like nice men."

The exact opposite of what she said last night.

She's daring me.

Asking me to push her further.

Harder.

Fuck. I'm the one in over my head here.

I tug at her hair until she groans. The groan I know. The one that's equal parts pain and pleasure. The one that's asking for more of both.

"A nice girl gets wet when a stranger binds her wrists?" I ask.

Her chest heaves. "Please. I like nice men. Please."

"Did some nice man buy your fancy clothes?"

"Yes."

"You want to see him again?"

She sucks in a shallow breath.

I push her dress off her shoulders.

The right. Then the left.

It falls over her chest, revealing her breasts, collecting at her waist.

I hold her head against my cock as I bring my hand to her breast. Roll her nipple between my thumb and forefinger.

She lets out a soft groan.

"You don't sound like a nice girl."

She shakes her head.

"You don't like nice things." I pinch her nipple until she gasps. "You don't fool me, pretending." I release her.

She falls back onto her legs.

I move around her. In front of her.

Indigo looks up at me, that same fire and need in her deep blue eyes.

She needs this.

I need to give it to her.

No matter how badly it scares me.

"I don't think you like nice men." I undo the button of my jeans. "But if you do want to see your nice man again, you'll do exactly as I say. Understand?"

"Yes." Her flush deepens. She watches with wide eyes as I unzip my jeans. Wrap my hand around my cock.

I bring one hand to the back of her head to hold her in place. "Open your mouth."

She does.

"And take my cock like a good girl." I push into her mouth.

Hard enough she grunts against my cock.

Fuck. She feels too good.

For a second, my body threatens to take over. To forget everything she wants. To use her for its satisfaction.

That is what she wants.