Derision: A Novel by Trisha Wolfe Read Free Book Online

touched there before?” I ask, tightening my grip with a slow stroke toward the tip.
    Her head shakes back and forth, her tits rocking from the effort as she remains bent over. “No. Never.”
    I close my eyes, my jaw flexed. “Imagine me touching you there right now. How do you feel as I insert a finger into you, spreading you open?” Her hand slips away, and I’m out of my chair. “You don’t have permission to stop.”
    “I can’t—”
    “You only respond when I tell you to. Understand?” I’m behind her now, my cock aching at the prospect of spearing her cunt before I sink into the tight ring of muscles puckering her ass.
    Her head nods shakily, but she remains silent.
    “Answer the question.” I rest my hand on her ass, admiring the way her black panties slide into her crack. Loving the feel of her soft, untouched skin.
    “I’d feel…ashamed,” she admits, her honesty a fresh balm to my scorched empathy.
    I curl my fingers, dragging the rough pads down the smooth contour of her skin. “If that’s so—” I find the hot center of her pussy and rub a finger between her lips “—why are you so wet, Alexis?”
    Her body flinches, her hips undulating and grinding her pussy against my hand. “I don’t know.” Her voice is a soft rasp, matching the achy tone of her want.
    I slide my fingers along the thin slip of her panties, pulling the material tight against her clit as I stretch it away from her body. She kicks her ass out, so beautiful, as my other hand finds purchase in her hair. I yank a full grip, bowing her body into an erotic pose of submission.
    My cock digs into her thigh. My balls tighten at the feel of her quivering body. “Do you want to know why?”
    She nods against my hold, even though I’m sure it causes her pain. The feisty temptress. “Yes.”
    My eyes shut against her softly uttered consent. “Then I’ll show you,” I say, fisting my hand to pull her head close to my mouth as I lean down. “But first, one word will stop this at any time. Red. Say it.”
    Her breathy, “Red,” is barely audible.
    “Alexis, I’m not a gentle man. Say it .”
    “Red,” she snaps.
    “Good.” I wrench her panties higher, abusing her clit once more, before I rip them down her thighs. “Tell me what happened tonight,” I say as I massage the innermost part of her thigh, working my way up tenderly.
    She dutifully stays in position, and I reward her with a rough caress to her pussy. She’s so fucking wet, I’m tempted to take her now—but I want to push her. See just how wet her needy little cunt can get.
    “The women I work with,” she says, her tone low and timid. “It’s dumb…”
    I pinch her clit, making her buck. “It’s not dumb to me, temptress. I demand to know.”
    With a shiver, she obeys. “They ridicule me. Not to my face, but I overheard them tonight. I’m a joke. And I work so hard…but it doesn’t matter. That’s not what counts here. Or anywhere.”
    The despondency in her voice curls around me, a brush of heat to my frigid skin. Her head even hangs lower. She has no idea how perfectly alluring her submissive nature is. She does so without thought, and that entices me even more, yearning to possess her.
    Even as she cringes from her admission, she becomes wetter. Her heat drenches my hand. I reward her by slipping a finger inside. I stay there, pressing against the fleshy bundle of nerves, and her body responds. As she clenches around me, I finger her pussy with deep thrusts. I work another finger inside, nearly growling at the feel of her tight cunt. I breathe in deeply, inhaling her arousal.
    “When was the last time you were fucked?”
    Her mortification is palpable as she tries to squirm away. I dig into her pussy harder, yanking her hair and forcing her body to arc and accept the brutal finger fuck.
    “Right after my parents died,” she says in a rush around my vigorous thrusts.
    I slow, encouraging her to move with my pace. Her ass rocks against my