“I want it,” I blurt.
“Mm.” Delight laces her hum. “Hold still while I ease it in. You’ll need to get used to it.”
“Yes.” Delirious with need, I moan, “Please, Elodie. Fuck me now.”
With a low, dangerous noise that spikes my blood, she kicks my feet further apart. For a long moment her breath ticking up behind me is the only sound. I’m nearly undone when she finally seizes my hip.
I shudder with nerves and eager anticipation as she brings the wand between us, the bulbous end parting my sensitive flesh. The groan I belt out is lewd, the cold stone glorious as it slides between my slick folds. It feels likesweet reliefagainst the scorching heat pooled there.
“I see you like it so far,” she murmurs, pressing the sleek stone slowly forward. “Now take the rest of this like I know you want to, my greedy girl.”
An unhinged moan tears from my throat as she works it past my entrance. “Godsss,” I whimper, my legs shaking, fingers curling into the desktop.
It’s as uncompromisingly hard and frigid as a steel rod. The ice-cold weight of it and the smooth, polished texture are euphoric.
Even though she’s going slowly, inching carefully inside me, I can barely think around the extreme mix of sensations. Whining, groaning moans trickle out of me—noises I’m barely aware of making.
The slightest motion or increase in pressure is almost overwhelming. She eases it deeper, hitting some absurdly pleasurable place inside of me, and I give a rapturous sob.
“Fuck, Tiss. You’re driving me crazy with those sounds,” she whispers. “How’s this?”
“Divine,” I cry, my back arching.
My ass cheeks throb from the punishment they endured, pain mixing with mounting bliss. Leaning in close, her free handlands on the desk by my shoulder. Her movements are steady as she starts to fuck me oh, so torturously slowly.
Gasping, I flatten my chest on the desk. The rest of the books tumble to the floor. I groan, savoring the delicious agony splitting me apart, the delight chasing every minute movement. A flush climbs my body, at delectable odds with the gelid pressure, the solid stone stretching and filling, heavy inside of me.
Between the wand and Elodie’s confident control, my impending climax looms, hovering like a promise—albeit at a glacial pace. Clenching my teeth, I resist the urge to thrust my hips with every excruciating stroke. My monstershrieksfor more, wild with need.
Soon I’m thinking only of how hard and fast her hand could pound me compared to the crystal wand. How sublime she’ll feel inside of me.
“I need your fingers,” I whisper, lightheaded and impatient.
She eases the toy out, her expression dark. “You’re right. You do.” She pulls me up and turns me around, gathering me in her arms. Covering my mouth with kisses both firm and tender, her hands hike my skirt up all over again.
I wail when she pushes aside my petticoat to cup my ass, my skin raw from her blows.
Hoisting me onto the edge of the desk, her gaze is ardent when it meets mine again, fingers clamped around my chin. “My precious girl. What a beautiful sight you are. You’ve been disciplined and teased to within an inch of your life, haven’t you?”
“Mm-hmm,” I nod. Tears in my eyes, I’m throbbing with unfulfilled need and howling hunger.
Her free hand rises to dry the tears from my cheeks. “You’ve taken your punishment like such a good girl.” Her rich, low hum of approval surges to my core. Her mouth closes theinches between us, her lips tangling with mine. This kiss is as possessive as it is passionate, her hands kneading and roaming my body. Her voice is black velvet when she pulls away: “You need to come on my fingers so hard I’ll have to carry you back down, don’t you?”
“Please,” I plead, trembling unbearably while she reaches between my thighs. She hisses when she feels the extent of my excitement.
Swearing softly, she drags her fingers through my slick arousal. “Now that’s a very,verygood girl, getting so wet and ready.”
Heat shoots down my spine at her mind-splitting praise. Her lips skimming my neck, she finds my opening, pushing slowly inside.
Fuck.My breath strangles in my throat, my head falling back. The temperature difference alone is nearly enough to push me over the edge. Two long fingers sink to the last knuckle, her flesh irresistibly pliant and warm after the uncompromising quartz.
Whimpering and shameless, I grind into her hand. With how aroused I already am, a wave of spasms comes on almost immediately, and I clench, preparing to tumble over the edge.
She grabs my hip with her free hand, pinning my legs with her knees. “Uh-uh.” She slowly shakes her head. “Ask to come, Tiss. Use your manners.”
Body quaking, I’m instantly beside myself. “Elodie,” I wet my lips and tremble, preparing to recite the magical phrase that will save or condemn me—I don’t know which, and I don’t care. “May I please come for you?”
“You’ve waited so long for this, haven’t you?”
