Free Plaything: Volume One by Jason Luke, Jade West

took her with a raw selfish lust that was primitive, unfettered by concern or care or compassion. I took her like a brute.
    I pinched one of Amy’s nipples between my fingers, feeling the firm flesh of her breast seem to swell and catch fire, and then I turned her around and put the palm of my hand between her shoulder blades. I pushed her back through the bedroom door and she flailed for balance and then fell onto the bed. I kicked the bedroom door shut behind me and stood over her.
    She was lying on her stomach, her panty-clad ass an irresistible invitation. I slapped her bottom hard and the flesh there bloomed with bright color.
    “Roll onto your back,” I grunted. “Spread your legs wide and keep your mouth shut. You’re here for one reason and one reason only – to bring me pleasure… and by God, you had better be good this time. You had better be the fuck of my life.”
     
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    Amy
     
    I could feel the heat behind my eyes, staring up at Robert and liking what I saw. Lord fucking help me and my fucked up sexuality, but I wanted him. I fucking wanted him.
    I kept my gaze on his, my lips still swollen from his brutal kiss. The man staring down at me was trying to be impassive, I knew that, but there was something else. We had something. And that something was all I had in the world to hold on to.
    I propped myself up enough to pull my shirt over my head. My nipples were already hard as I tugged my hair free of the fabric and cast it aside. He watched every movement but didn’t speak a word. I pinned my bottom lip with my teeth as I shimmied out of my panties, and then I did as the man wanted. I spread my legs wide without shame or embarrassment. I heard the slightest moan from him as I dipped my fingers down to find my clit. Just a fleeting stroke, spreading my pussy wide enough that he could see how wet I was.
    I held onto his words, trying to remember his advice, but my mind was already lost in the sensation.
    He stood unmoving, eyes unflinching as I ran my palms over my skin.
    “I want you,” My voice was just a breath, nothing more than a rasp. “Please.”
    I reached for him, surprised at my own nerves. My hands quivered in no man’s land before resting gently on his belt. I hooked my fingers around the leather, coaxing him toward me.
    “I’m just a man, Amy. A faceless brute,” he growled. “Remember that. You must remember that.”
    “Please…” I edged forward, lifting his shirt to press my lips against the hard flesh of his stomach. I kept my eyes on his, looking up as I peppered his skin with kisses. I could still taste his cock, still recall the bliss of nothingness as he’d fucked my mouth. “Robert… please…”
    His eyes flashed with the memory, but he buried it, twisting his fingers in my hair with unexpected roughness.
    “Are you going to be a good girl?”
    I nodded and I meant it.
    “Show me,” he ordered, and pushed me, hard. I fell back on the bed and he yanked my knees apart. My pussy was spread so wide, open for his cock, his touch, for whatever he wanted to give me. The thought made my stomach flutter.
    “You will be taken however I choose, and you will enjoy it. You will enjoy losing yourself in another’s pleasure. This is your choice as a submissive. Do you understand?”
    I nodded again, letting out a long groan as he plunged two thick fingers inside me. He wasn’t gentle and I realized that I didn’t want him to be.
    “More, please…” I hissed.
    “Show me how much you want it.”
    I let my body speak to him, relaxing under his touch enough to melt into the bed. I let myself move, instinct taking over, but my eyes wouldn’t leave his. I took his wrist and encouraged him deeper, but my touch was delicate, gentle against his firmness. Asking, not demanding.
    “Good girl,” he growled. “You are so good like this.”
    I let my eyes flutter half-closed, my lips parting as my hips moved to his touch, and then I reached for him again, with more urgency this