Talk Dirty to Me – Indebted to a Stranger Bully Read Online Marian Tee

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Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 30540 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 153(@200wpm)___ 122(@250wpm)___ 102(@300wpm)
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What did you say?

"I said I want it, too—-"

Fuck.

Just hearing him cuss has lust licking all over my pussy, and it only makes me more shameless and desperate.

"I want you—-"

Fuck, Sheena, fuck.

The software he's using still makes him sound like a robot even when he's cursing, but I just want him so much that hearing it only makes me moan anew.

Do you trust me?

The question catches me off guard, and I'm not sure who's more surprised between us when the answer instantly rolls down my tongue.

"Yes."

And as soon as I say it, I realize it's true.

For better or for worse, I do trust the Devil, and that's why—-

Pull your dress down until your tits pop out.

All I can do is writhe and whimper even as I hurry to do his bidding.

Keep that one finger inside of your cunt.

Use your other hand to start playing with your tit.

Yes...that's it.

You've got the most gorgeous pair of tits, Sheena.

More so when they're blown up like this.

The camera zooms in on my bare swollen breasts as he speaks, and all I can do is moan while my pussy starts squeezing tighter and tighter.

Ah, Sheena.

Can you squeeze your tit for me?

As hard as you fucking can.

My fingers bite into the sensitive flesh of my tit—-

Harder, Sheena.

Harder.

—-and the mix of pain and pleasure makes me delirious.

Your nipple seems like it's begging for my attention.

Pinch it for me please.

What he's asking for is entirely new to me, and I can barely hear anything over the thud of my heartbeat. My nipple grows even more pointed when it's finally between my fingers, and when I finally give them a pinch—-

Aaaaaah.

I almost feel like I have to be punished at how sinfully good it feels, to know that the Devil is watching me while I'm pinching my nipple.

Now is not the time to be gentle.

Pinch it harder.

Harder.

Pinch it like you're punishing your nipple for daring to tease up against your dress while its owner isn't around—-

I'm shuddering with every wicked word the Devil utters, and my nipples feel like they're about to leak as I alternate between pinching one and the other, and as hard as I possibly can.

Look at yourself, Sheena.

I want you to imagine you're looking straight into the Devil's eyes while you're pinching your nipples...

My world starts to spin out of order as I stare at the large-scale version of myself on the screen.

I can see it in your face...

You're close to cumming.

'Wanton' is the only way to describe the expression on my face, and when I think about the Devil seeing me like this—-

Make that finger inside of you move.

Don't push deeper.

Just draw small fucking circles inside of you.

Imagine it's my finger exploring the secret places of your cunt.

That's it, yes, that's fucking it.

Get really fucking nasty and cum for me, Sheena.

Cum for me.

I'm not sure how long my orgasm last this time. It felt like an eternity to be honest, but at the same time, it also felt like it wasn't long enough.

All I know is that by the time he tells me I'm free to go, my legs feel like jelly under me, and my fingers are all thumbs as I struggle to retie my apron.

I feel like I'm floating when I step out of the cinema, but I find myself crashing back down in reality when I bump straight into a man's chest—-

"Sorry."

"I doubt it."

That voice.

My head jerks up, and I see him.

The man who threatened to ruin my life...and all because I had the courage to report him for destroying someone else's.

#11

The last thing I see is a look of shock on Aaron Bronn's face as I shove past him, and I run as fast as I can without looking back.

My voice cracks as I ask Siri to email the Devil, and I nearly weep in relief when it only takes a moment before my phone starts ringing.

"He's here," I burst out even before the Devil can say a word. "He's here—-"

Calm down.

I gave you my word that I'll keep you safe.

Don't make me punish you by acting otherwise.

I find the Devil's threat particularly reassuring for some reason, and I can already feel my heartbeat slowing down.

Where are you?

"I'm still at the hotel—-"

Good.

Head up to the second floor.

There's only one ballroom in use.

Enter it.

'Great idea' is the first thing that pops in my head when I hear the Devil's orders, but I find myself second-guessing this when I see the words SNOWDROP BALL displayed on the digital screen next to the ballroom doors.

You can't live in Miami and not know about Snowdrop Ball. It's our local version of the Met Gala, and while I would never in a million of years even think of gatecrashing an event like this—-

If the Devil says this is where I should go to stay safe, then...


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