The Devil’s Pawn by Elizabeth Finn Read Free Book Online

he’s enjoying my inexperienced mouth. As I reach the engorged head again and pass my lips over it, he starts thrusting his hips against my mouth while he grips and knots my hair in his hand to stay my movements. I suck deeply while he fills my mouth to overflowing with his length and breadth. My mouth can’t accommodate more, just as my tight vagina couldn’t take more the night before, but this at least doesn’t hurt. And the look in his eyes is unrestrained want and desire … for me, the woman he hates.
    I suck harder as he groans audibly, glancing quickly in my eyes before his eyes flit away with an obvious refusal to give me that connection. Whether he’ll look at me or not, I can tell he’s losing control; I can feel it in his erratic and trembling movements, and whether he wants it to be because of me or not, it is. He’s waging an internal battle that is playing out in his eyes. He hates being so close to losing himself in front of me, and yet, he is panting and ready to lose himself entirely because of me and enjoying every second of it.
    He holds my head steady as his hips continue to thrust, forcing his cock into my mouth, and I suck as hard as my mouth will allow, challenging him to meet my eyes. Whatever fear he instilled in me last night, I’ve set it aside for this moment, worth its weight in gold, if he’ll just look at me. And as he finally falls apart, he does. He looks to my eyes and holds them harshly in his gaze as he unleashes himself into my mouth, filling my mouth with his semen. As every last drop of his cum is emptied, he watches me swallowing his salty liquid while his brow furrows harshly.
    When his body stops pulsing jets of his cum into my mouth, I slowly pull my mouth from him, watching him as his eyes take me in. He’s panting, and so am I. When he’s finally able to break my gaze, he stows his cock, fixes his clothing, and finally shifts his eyes to focus again on the view out the window. He looks confused, upset even, and as I revel in the incredible taste of him still lingering on my tongue, I note to myself that he just broke his rules. In all his control and tormenting dominance, he caved at my touch. I broke him. Even if only for a moment.

Chapter 5
    The vagina doc, Dr. Michaels, is a middle-aged bland-looking man with a gentle personality. I’m at ease at once with him. Derek has blessedly decided to stay in Dr. Michaels’ office during my exam, thank God for small favors. Whatever ground I gained with my mouth in the limo would be dashed in a second if I had to suffer stirrup time with Mr. Pennington watching.
    As we turn to leave Derek in Dr. Michaels’ office, he throws out one last comment to the doctor, while pinning me to the wall with his eyes. “Take a look at her right elbow, too, if you will. She had a bit of a temper tantrum last night.”
    My eyes bulge and my cheeks flush scarlet red as Derek continues to appraise me. Apparently he was watching. As I pull my eyes from his and follow Dr. Michaels down the hallway, I concede that Mr. Pennington has indeed just taken back the reins.
    Once changed in the exam room, I take my place on the table. I’m very aware I’m still incredibly sore, and this could be incredibly uncomfortable, but Dr. Michaels moves quickly. Within mere moments, my exam is done and his swabs collected. I’m given a birth control shot that will stop my monthly menstruation. It will be effective within twenty-four hours, and I’ll need only visit him every few months to be re-injected. It seems being a whore is quite the regimented, organized business.
    Once Dr. Michaels is finished with me and I’m re-clothed, he walks me to his office. As we enter, Mr. Pennington looks up from the magazine he’s been reading. Dr. Michaels takes a seat at his desk while I sit in the chair next to Derek.
    When the good doctor is seated, he directs his eyes to Derek and speaks. “Her elbow is fine. Bruised pretty bad, but nothing to worry about. However,