Page 9 of Ready Or Not

My pants are yanked down, and I squeeze my eyes shut.

The woman sucks in a breath. I feel the air on my wet pussy.

“Look at me.”

I don’t.

A painful shock radiates from my pussy, and I snap my eyes open. Her hand is poised over me like she just hit me.

The woman watches me. “Obey.”

No! No, no, no. I struggle again, kicking out at her. But she’s between my legs, and getting any power to my kicks is hard. She's so close.

The woman’s eyes crinkle. She’s smiling again. Then she lifts her mask from the bottom, and a hot mouth closes over my pussy.

I cry out, arching my back. The flat of her tongue lands on my clit, softly moving up and down, up and down.

“No, please.” The handcuffs cut into my wrists, shooting pain through me.

The woman’s hands grip my asscheeks, yanking me up into her mouth.

Goosebumps run across my body against my will.

The woman continues her steady assault on my clit, not pressing too hard, just enough to flick a steady sensation into me. She watches me the whole time, pupils blown, dark lashes swooping. I can’t look at her.

Pleasure fills me, but I try to fight it down. This is wrong. This is so wrong.

I struggle weakly.

The woman moves her chin up just enough to slip a finger inside me. Despite myself, I let out a gasp. She slips inside me so easily. My cheeks burn. Softly, she moves that finger up and down, hitting a spot in me that makes pleasure course through me.

This time, I can’t keep a full moan from escaping my mouth. I throw my head back, clenching my teeth.

Suddenly, the woman eats me enthusiastically, licking and slurping like she’s starving for me. Immediate sensation washes through me, and she continues to play with her finger. The pleasure is building higher.

Then, the woman stops.

I pant, looking down.

The man is behind the woman. He has his hands on her hips and is looking at us with dark voids for eyes.

The woman glances behind her as the man grips something on the woman’s thigh.

Her gun.

She stiffens as the man holds the gun up to the faint light.

“Don’t you dare,” the woman growls.

The man just chuckles, racking the slide back with a mean snick. Something hard falls into the dirt by my face.

Oh fuck. It’s a bullet. A real bullet.

It’s a real gun.

I struggle for real, kicking and fighting and bucking with everything I have.

The woman pins down my hips. “I’m not done with you yet. You haven’t prayed to your goddess.”