30. Salt
THIRTY
SALT
She was fucking fast.
“Pepper,” I growled, chasing her through the apartment.
Her laughter was a taunt. She was quick, but I still could anticipate her next move. She went right for the living room, and I snagged her elbow, yanking her back towards me.
Her elbow hit my stomach and I grunted in pain, and she froze. “Fuck,” she said quickly. “Are you okay? We didn’t negotiate that.”
“I’m fine,” I said. “Keep trying to fight me. Fuck around and find out, Pepper.”
She didn’t hold back. I’d never asked her if she knew self-defense, but based on the way she swept her foot against my calf to throw my balance off, she knew the basics.
Pepper wriggled out of my grip and ducked out of the way, giggling as she freed herself. A mix of excitement, frustration, and lust rolled into a ball as I stalked after her.
I was going to enjoy catching her and fucking her.
We were in the living room now, both squaring off around the coffee table. It was made of glass and the edges were sharp, and that genuinely concerned me.
We needed to pause.
“Yellow,” I said.
She stopped in her place. “What’s wrong? What happened?”
“I don’t like there being a table between us,” I explained, pointing to the open space behind her sofa. “The edges are sharp. I won’t catch you here and I don’t want us wrestling here. It’s too dangerous.”
“Okay,” she said. “I’ll go to where you’re pointing.”
Good girl.
The two of us moved to the other side of the couch, resetting. It was easy to fall back into the push and pull. My arms were longer than hers and I reached for her, grasping her arm. She spun fast, attempting to yank out of my grip with a scream.
“No!”
Fuck. Her shout went straight to my cock as she struggled against me. I grunted as the butt of her palm hit my chest hard enough that she nearly slipped away.
She shouted again as I wrapped my arms around her. Pepper fought back, using her body weight to throw my balance off, but I was more prepared this time.
“I’m going to fuck you until you’re begging me to stop,” I snarled against her ear.
“No,” she begged. “Don’t touch me. I hate you, you’re awful.”
I brought her down to the floor hard, my hand cupping the back of her head so it didn’t slam against the wood. She gasped, her expression dazing as she still fought.
“You’re a fucking brat,” I huffed as her hands slapped against me.
I grabbed hold of her wrists with one hand and pinned them above her. She didn’t stop fighting, her hips jerking against mine.
“Stop,” she cried. “Stop. Don’t touch me. Don’t fuck me.”
Her pleas sounded real.
“You’re a monster,” she gasped. “Why are you touching me this way?”
Her muscles tensed, her cries growing louder as I forcibly turned her over, shoved her face against the floor, and brought my hand down on her ass hard.
She screamed. “ Oh god! ”
“Such a fucking brat,” I growled, spanking her again. She cried out, her entire body reacting to the impact. Her bruises were already well-formed from last night, but I didn’t care. “I don’t care how much this fucking hurts, you deserve it.”
Her yelp faltered as I spanked her again and again until she was a trembling mess. “Fuck,” she sobbed. “Fuck. It’s too much. It hurts so bad, Sir.”
I paused for a second as I used my weight to keep her in place. “Pepper,” I whispered.
She swallowed hard, her breaths rapid. We both took a second, but then she said, “Green.”
Okay.
The reassurance helped. And gave me everything I needed to know. I tightened my hold on her and brought my hand down on her ass repeatedly until she was trembling.
I shoved her away and got to my feet, standing over her. She stared up at me, tears streaking down her cheeks, a smile flashing for a split second.
“Someone’s hard,” she whispered.
I leaned down and grabbed a fistful of her hair, dragging her up. She whimpered as I pulled her to her feet and led her back down the hall to the bedroom. Pepper’s nails raked against my wrists as I took her to the bed. Pain flared and I grunted as I grabbed the spreader bars and shoved her down onto the blankets.
“You little bitch,” I hissed.
“Fuck you,” she growled. “ Fuck you.”
She rolled over onto her back, panting as I grabbed one of her ankles. It was a struggle. I was going to have bruises too, and that sent a thrill through me as I finally got the fucking spreader bars on.
Pepper tried to clamp her knees shut, but that was not going to happen with these. She pushed against me, but it was no use as I adjusted her to the center of the bed and snatched the vibrator and the lube.
She put her hands over her pussy.
And I fucking laughed.
“Baby, that pussy belongs to me right now. I hope you don’t plan on doing much talking tomorrow, because your voice is going to be hoarse from screaming my name.”
I lubed up the toy and pulled her hands away, lining up the thrusting part of it with her entrance. Pepper pushed at my hands, wriggling as I shoved it inside of her.
She gasped, her hips bucking. God, she was doing fucking kegels and trying to push the fucker out.
“I swear to god,” I said.
“What? You can’t handle me?”
She was driving me insane. I clamped my forearm over her chest and held her down, just as I held the toy against her clit and pressedthe button.
Pepper’s eyes widened, a gasp escaping her as she tensed for entirely different reasons. I held the toy in place as it vibrated, thrusting mercilessly while sucking her clit.
“Fuck,” she rasped. “Oh god.”
“What was that again about me not being able to handle you?” I snapped.
“I take it back,” she cried, her eyes fluttering as the toy drove her to the edge.
I wasn’t going to let her come.
“Do you want to come, baby?” I crooned softly. “You’ve been working so hard for that orgasm, huh?”
“Yes,” she gasped, her expression morphing with pleasure.
“Nope.” I pulled it out, keeping her pinned down as her eyes flew open.
“I was so close,” she gasped. “You said I earned it.”
“You haven’t fucking earned a god damn thing.”
Pepper pouted, but she was smart. She fluttered her lashes. “Please,” she rasped. “Please let me come, Sir. Please. I’m begging you. I’m begging.”
“I don’t care,” I snorted. “Beg all you fucking want. I’ll let you come when I’m feeling merciful.”
“Please, please.”
I pushed it back inside of her slowly, fitting the suctioning part over her clit. I eased some of my weight, just enough so that I could look down at her pussy and watch her. Her thigh muscles were actively tensing, fighting those spreader bars, but that wasn’t going to do anything.
Her moans became louder, her hips bucking. She went limp beneath me, her head tipping back as she chased the euphoric high of pleasure. I leaned down and sucked on one of her hard nipples, teasing them both as she got closer and closer.
“Yes,” she whimpered. “Yes, yes— no !”
Yeah, I was a sadistic bastard. I’d turned the vibrator off right before she could come, robbing her of another orgasm.
“Salt,” she groaned. “Please. I’m sorry I was a brat. I submit to you. I’m yours.”
“Better,” I said, pressing the button.
It roared to life again. And this time, I was confident she wanted it to stay, so I let go and adjusted my position. I swung my leg over her, hovering over her, slapping my cock between her breasts.
“Open your mouth,” I grunted.
Pepper parted her lips obediently, tears streaking her pretty cheeks. I pushed her breasts together around my cock, and thrusted, fucking her tits while the sex toy did its job. She started to close her mouth but I moved forward, slapping her cheek with my cock.
“Keep that mouth open,” I commanded.
“Please don’t take the toy out,” she whimpered before opening her mouth wide.
I used her breasts, pumping between them. Seeing her like this was enough to pull me straight to the edge.
I wanted to come when she did.
“Tell me when you’re about to,” I said.
She nodded, her pink tongue sticking out as she kept her mouth wide and ready.
“Good girl,” I panted. “See how you get rewarded when you obey?”
“Yes, Sir,” she whimpered.
I pinched one of her nipples, enjoying her sharp little yelp.
“I’m close,” she said. “I’m so fucking close, fuck, fuck?—”
I filled her mouth in one swift motion as she started to come, feeling her jerk beneath me from the invasion. Her hands gripped my thighs as I came, sending hot spurts of cum down her throat as she orgasmed. I grunted as she swallowed every drop, sucking as she strained beneath me.
“Fuck.” My head was spinning. I slowly pulled back and slid off to the side, collapsing into the blankets.
I couldn’t think straight.
Pepper’s hand slipped into mine. The vibrator was still buzzing, the only sound aside from our labored breaths. I reached down quickly and turned it off, and then spread back out, squeezing her hand.
“Thank you,” she whispered. “That was everything I wanted.”
I turned my head to look at her. “We were rough.”
Her eyes were closed, but she nodded, still catching her breath. She licked her lips. “I loved it.”
“Me too.”
I brought her hand to my lips, kissing the top gently. Somewhere in the bedroom, I heard one of our phones chime. She sighed and raised her head.
“That could be work,” she said.
I groaned. “I’ll find it.”
“And then maybe we can take a long bath together.”
“Will we both fit?” I asked as I got up. I found our phones on the floor and really had no idea when they’d ended up there.
I checked mine as I handed hers over.
An email had come through from Tommy.
“You got that?” she asked.
“Yeah,” I said as I opened it.
Hey Salt,
We’d like to move forward with signing you on to Rosethorn. We’d like to set up another meeting with you this Thursday at 2:00 p.m. with our full team. Please RSVP if you are able to make it. If you’re unable, just reply and we’ll find another time.
Talk soon,
Tommy
he/him
Vice President and Director of A & R of Rosethorn Records
My heart was already racing from the sex we’d just had, but now I felt another flood of different emotions. I reached down and unclasped the spreader bars and crawled back into place next to Pepper as she read the email, too.
She tossed her phone aside and looked up at me with a smile. “It’ll be good. But you have to behave.”
“Will you be there too?” I asked.
“Yeah. It’s a meeting with all of us.”
“Your ex will be there too, huh?”
“Unfortunately. Salt, promise me you’ll treat me like you don’t even know me. I’m going to tell them about us, but after you’re signed. I don’t want to risk your career.”
“I’ll behave,” I promised.
At least, I’d try to.