Page 154 of Carnal Wagers

“Guess you shouldn’t have lied.”

She groaned. “You’re still on that?”

“I won’t kill you for lying, love, but I will punish you, and I will find out how far your lies go.”

With her legs wide open, her pink pussy lips were exposed between the torn shreds of clothes, glistening with her wetness. I tested her arousal, slicking one finger over her folds and pulling it back to find it dripping with her juices.

“Are you going to take your punishment like a good wife?”

Eyes glued on hers, I licked that finger and groaned through the sweet, musky taste that belonged to the feistiest and most demanding woman I’d ever had the pleasure of dealing with. Again and again, I gathered more of her honey with swipes of my fingers, each time teasing her clit, then swallowed her taste down. I could live off this forever. She watched, her jaw clenching harder with each added stroke, her legs turning into quivering wrecks.

“How long has it been?” she asked, her voice shaky.

“Tired already?” I taunted as I checked my watch. “Three minutes and fifty-seven seconds. Almost at three orgasms, sweetheart.”

I brushed my mouth over her inner thighs, then gently blew over her mound. She shivered, eyes and mouth wide open.

“What’s your name, sweetheart?”

“You know my name,” she growled.

My fingers roamed over her slit and caressed the edges before focusing on the pool of wetness. Every few passes, I dipped my finger into her fiery core to drag the slickness up to her clit and circle it, but never quite touching it.

“Humor me.”

“Alizé De Villier,” she said between gritted teeth.

She needed a little additional motivation, and I had just the thing. A shaft of light flashed over the wicked, curved blade of my knife, and her blue eyes peeled wide.

“Remember your safe word?”

She gave a few jerky nods, and satisfied, I trailed the face of the blade down her outfit to her bare pussy lips. She gasped as the chilled metal made contact. I dragged the spine backward through her lips, keeping steady through her shaky whimpers.

“Why call yourself Alice?”

“You didn’t know who I was.”

“What?”

“When I ran into you at your bar, you didn’t recognize me.”

Her head fell forward with a debauched moan as the butt of the knife rubbed against the walls of her pussy entrance. I sunk it into her with a few leisurely pumps before retracting it completely. Her legs were about to give out, and I wasn’t about to let the blade cut her.

“No…” She groaned at its absence. Filthy little thing. “Please. I was angry. You’d written me out of your life but still kept me trapped.”

“Angry enough to do what?”

“To make you pay.”

I hadn’t expected to get somewhere this quickly. Her compliance got me harder than stone, and I had to fist myself through my pants and squeeze painfully hard over my piercing lest this ended before it even began.

“That was good, sweetheart.”

The lower half of her body began shaking uncontrollably. With a cry, her legs collapsed and slapped closed. Her body and the branch swayed with the force of it. I checked my watch. Just over five minutes. She’d earned her three orgasms fair and square, but that was for later.

As promised, I tied up her legs to keep her open for me with just enough slack to throw them over my shoulders, if I wanted to.

“My orgasms?”