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275 pages, Kindle Edition
Published August 25, 2019



Yes, he was all kinds of fucked up, but there was someone worth saving inside. His heart was still warm and beating.
I have more experience with fear than with happiness, and it’s starting to become a way of life.



“One of you will crack before long, or there won’t be much of Adie left. My money is on Lois. James has always been a fucking iceberg.”
“She can take everything I throw at her and then some. My lips and tongue continue to work her clit, while one finger becomes two in her ass.”




His thumbs then grazed the pad of my palms, and I felt my ovaries bleat in great eagerness to spread this man's seed. I gave them a stern talking to.
The man was a sick, depraved, and utterly twisted sex addict. He had a tight ring of security that surrounded him at all times and rarely left the confines of his underground club – Carte Blanche. Oh, and he also happened to be a psychopath. Good combination, right? Out of all the men and women I'd been contracted to kill in the past, none had ever been so deserving of death as Dumortier.
“What do you think, Alain? Can we make her beg?” “Never had a problem making a woman beg before, and I don’t think tonight will be the exception.” Somehow, I had the awful feeling they were right. “Think she can take the two of us at once?” James asked. “Does she have a choice?” Adie raised his eyebrows. "No." James angled himself so he could slide his cock along my lips. Oh fuck. This was really happening. I let out an involuntary moan. "Okay, here's how it works, Alain. No cock goes inside my little whore until she begs for it first. Let's see how long the bitch lasts." Oh, God. Adie took James at his word, of course. With his cock pressed up tight against my entrance, he buried his fingers in my ass and pussy and began thrusting away happily. The index finger on his other hand began to torment my already over-sensitised clit. Meanwhile, James ran his cock backwards and forwards along my lips, slowly pumping himself with his hand. The slight, salty taste of his pre-cum drove me wild. “No,” I whimpered, battling against my restraints as I tried to move away from Adie’s fingers. “No, no, no.” "She gets nothing until she begs," James warned, and that was the catalyst for Adie's fingers to sink even deeper inside me. “You can’t do this,” I wailed, thrashing away crazily, almost unable to think. “Ah, but you can fuck another man while your husband is away at work? If you can do that, believe me when I say I can do this.” James’s fingers had now worked their way underneath my bra, unfastening the single clip that held it together. Then both of his hands were on my breasts, kneading and stroking my tender flesh. When he grabbed both nipples with his forefingers and thumbs, I yelped. “I’m waiting.” Rolling the little points in his fingertips, he then pinched them painfully tightly, and I arched my body upwards off the table, nearly pulling my wrists and ankles off in the process. Adie’s fingers on my clit were now working me into a frenzy I had no way of controlling, and my eyes were glazing over as I was about to fall headlong into my first orgasm. “Don’t you dare let her come.” Adie’s fingers stopped abruptly. My impending orgasm waned painfully as no further stimulus was forthcoming, and my animosity for James increased tenfold. “We’re waiting,” was all he said as he zipped up his crotch.
Squirming madly under the single finger inside me, unsure of whether I was feeling pleasure or pain at his touch, James slapped my backside again. It was hard enough that I stilled instantly. “Stop that. It’s only a little plug, and I’ll go slowly. If you keep thrashing around, I’ll get the crop out, and believe me when I say you won’t like that much.” I believed him. Lying as still as I could, I panted heavily as one finger became two. James didn’t play fair. He had one hand underneath me working my clit whilst this was going on, not to mention the dildo that was playing havoc with my internal organs. I curled my body up as tight as a bowstring and felt each jarring movement within me. “Shh, Lois. Stop fighting me. It’ll go easier on you if you relax.” I took him at his word, mainly because my body was tired of being held so rigidly. Once I’d gotten used to the feeling of his fingers inside me, I was surprised to find he was right. Loosening up my muscles and allowing myself to lie back down on the bench, it wasn’t long before I found myself close to orgasm again. There were delicious licks of pleasure flowing throughout my body, and the vibrations were heavenly. Just as I thought I might explode, however, something cold was pressed up against my back passage, and before I had time to tense, James pushed it quickly forward. It slid in easily enough, bar the last centimetre or so, which was splintering pain, but the pressure of James’s hand was unrelenting, and I had no option but to accept it inside me. The heavy pressure now bearing down made my ass rocket up into the air, and I yelped. “Take it out,” I whimpered. My hips bounced against the bench as if that might somehow dislodge the intruder, but it didn’t move an inch. “You’re not the one who gives the orders around these parts. Try to remember that.” He then twirled the plug around inside me, and I grimaced.