Heartless - Jade West Page 0,7

while. Something that reminded me of Elaine Constantine far more than her blonde beauty ever could.

Curiosity.

The girl was curious.

“Talk to me,” I whispered. “Tell me what you’re thinking.”

Still, she was nervous, but there was a fresh flash of curiosity in her eyes.

“They say you are . . .” she paused. “They say it’s . . . good . . . that it can be good . . .”

“Who says so?”

“The other girls,” she said. “They say you make it hurt . . . but they say it’s good . . . they say it’s really good . . .” She dropped her eyes to the floor. “They say you’re really good.”

I leaned forward and crushed her cheeks in my hand, tipping her face side to side. She was a beauty. I hadn’t had one this pretty for a while.

“I always make my girls come,” I told her. “Give yourself over, and I’ll make you come for me. I promise you’ll hurt, and hurt plenty, but you’ll want it. You’ll be begging for more by the time I’m through with you.”

The curiosity was burning all the brighter in her when her fingers started working on her clit.

The girl wasn’t innocent on that score. Her fingers were far too skilled.

My mouth was watering and my cock was throbbing as I watched her tease herself, my fingers desperate to plunge inside and stretch her open.

“Tell me you want to find out how it feels to be hurt and fucked,” I hissed, and she let out a whimper.

“I want it, sir. Please.”

It seemed Rex had delivered me a good little slut.

“Get on my lap,” I said, and she eased herself up, spreading her legs nice and wide over mine as she climbed on.

I tugged the white lace lower over her tits, and squeezed them hard, flicking the little nubs with my thumbs.

“Do you know much about pain, sweetheart?” I asked her.

She shrugged. “A little.”

“What do you know about pain?”

Her eyes were so raw. “My stepdaddy used to beat me when I was a little girl. With his belt. He said it would make me a good girl.”

“Did it make you feel like a good girl?”

She shook her head. “No.”

My mouth was watering. “I’ll make you feel like a good girl with my belt, sweet thing, I promise you.”

Her mouth was dry. I could see her trying to swallow. “I’d like that, sir. I’d like to be a good girl for you.”

I squeezed her tits harder, making her grimace.

“Pain is a beautiful thing. It makes your body sing and brings you to life. Ironic really, that you feel most alive when you’re about to die, isn’t it?”

Fear flashed in her eyes, and I laughed. “Don’t worry, darling. You’re not going to die. You’re very safe with me tonight, even if it doesn’t feel like it.”

She let out a breath. She believed me. Good, because I may be the most evil man on the planet, but I’m no liar.

The girl cried out when I slapped her tits for the first time, rocking a little as the pain dulled to a tingle. I loved the way the pink bloomed on pale skin.

“Get ready for a long night, Elaine,” I said and leaned in close enough to bite.

Her thighs clenched against mine as I hurt her tits. I sucked, and I bit, and I slapped, and I made her suffer, but it was slow. So slow that her body got confused, and her shudders turned to moans. Flesh always did – pleasure and pain weave such an intricate dance.

Her back arched towards me, and her pussy started soaking through my pants as I played, played, played. My flicks against her clit made her gasp for more, and her tears began to fall around a smile.

Yes.

She wanted me.

I pulled her slip off over her head and tossed it to the floor. Then I lifted her with ease until she was standing, feet planted either side of me, legs trembling as I pulled her into me and ran my tongue up her slit. I lapped at her until her hands were in my hair, hips bucking as she whimpered.

Yes.

Elaine was desperate for me.

I played her body like a violin with the tightest strung strings she could ever know.

I used her body for her pleasure, and I gave her ripples that made her feral as she cried out for more. Because that’s me. I’m a master at everything I do, always – but I’m showing the very best side of the