“Sloan, please—”

He slapped her ass. “Spread your legs and let me in. I’ll feel better than what you had there before.”

“But you haven’t paid…”

“So this is about money, huh?”

He bent, scraping a handful of notes off the floor and flinging them over her. “This isn’t enough for your pussy? Even though I’ve already licked it and shoved my fingers in it?”

“Yes. No. I mean—”

He slapped her ass again, making her cry out. Eden had been spanked before, but never as punishment. The effect was shocking, humiliation chased by the urge to please, to fuck him, to submit. Sloan rubbed a palm over her stinging cheek. “Want more?”

She shook her head.

“Then why don’t you shut the fuck up?”

To Eden’s shock, tears welled in her eyes, pressure drawing her belly taut. She wasn’t sad, but something had given way inside her. A second release.

“Jenna?” Sloan’s voice was soft—Willow starting to worry. In no way did she want this scene to end before they got to the finale. She glared at him over her shoulder. “You can’t fuck me. That’s not what we agreed to.”

He chuckled; relief audible. “You agreed to be my slut for the night. It’s not my fault you took it too far. Now, hold still.”

She heard a crackle and knew he was putting on a condom. She hadn’t thought of that. The guy Willow was playing would have definitely tried to go bareback and she would have let him. Even if she’d seen him fucking her raw, she’d have wanted him to finish. How stupid did that make her? He braced himself at her entrance. “Hold tight, Jenna.”

“Wait… Will you at least pay me more?”

“Nope. I’ll make you come though.” He pushed forward, parting her like butter. “Fuck me, you’re wet. Tell me you don’t want it?”

She couldn’t. Even for the game, she couldn’t.

He laughed, roughly pulling his dick from her. “Good girl. Let’s get this done.”

Then he spat on her pussy.

Eden squealed, genuinely disgusted, and he chose that moment to thrust all the way inside her, thick and filthy. Her body shook as he filled her up, tits bouncing, thighs falling open.

“Yeah,” he muttered, pumping hard. “You like that, slut?”

Watching him, his eyes cold, his cock slamming into her without mercy, Eden understood why Willow kept this fantasy quiet. It undercut everything she knew about the fun-loving sweetheart that was Sloan Williams. Lucky for him, she loved it. She screwed up her nose, aiming for the innocent pleasure-pain of hentai girls. “Please, stop!”

“No.” He fucked her into the couch so hard, the fibres dug into her skin. She lowered a hand to her clit and a second orgasm blared up inside her, big as a summer song.