Page 78 of His Dark Pact

“You’re right.” He leaned closer, his hand approaching her face in slow motion. “Show me how grateful you are, little girl.”

“Sir?” Her focus flitted from his fingers to his face.

“Clean them for me.” His voice slowed, accentuating each word as her concentration drilled into her.

Clean them?

She nearly repeated the phrase out loud as her breath became labored. Was he joking? The serious look on his face said otherwise.

“Little. Girl.” He punctuated the words now. “Clean. Them.”

She shifted her weight forward unthinkingly, the power of his stare insisting she obey. Her lips parted as she approached his digits, her eyes falling closed as she took the first finger between her lips. There was no choice, she realized. Not if she wanted to stay in the midst of the sexual ecstasy they’d created. But more than that, she accepted that she didn’t care. Like or despise his command, Kyle had given it. It was her job to simply do as she was told.

There was freedom in that knowledge.

“Mmmm.” Hunger echoed in his voice as she obliged him.

The scent and flavor of her pleasure cajoled her senses as she swallowed the length of first one, then another digit. It was wicked to taste herself on him, more illicit than anything she’d ever known, but as she increased the suction, a strange sense of empowerment enveloped her.

He was giving the orders, yet she could tell by his labored breathing that she was the one with all the power. He wanted her—he’d told her so himself—and she imagined the way he yearned for his fingers to be replaced with his cock every time she drew her hot lips over them.

“Fuck.” Slipping from the chair to his knees beside her, he eased his fingers gently from her mouth. “On to all fours.” He shook his head as though he couldn’t believe what they’d done. “I can’t wait any longer.”

Licking the taste of her sex from her lips, she smiled as she readied herself on her hands and knees. He wasn’t the only one who was desperate. Kyle might have taken her to the brink of sanity with her most recent climax, but she needed his hardness in her soft, wet places to fill her up and remind her that she was still alive—still a woman.

They called out in unison as he buried his cock inside her, her mind finally quiet, save for the one prevailing thought—this was what she was there for. Fuck the money, and fuck the future. At that moment, there was only that one starkly beautiful realization—she was a vessel for their mutual, irrefutable, and relentless pleasure.

Epilogue

Desperate Escalation

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“AMY.” RESTING HIS BACKagainst his chair, Kyle exhaled with satisfaction. “That was incredible.”

“It was, sir.”