She ground down on his hand, trying to get herself off, but the roughness of his fingers slowed and lightened further, keeping her right on the cusp.
“Yes, please,” she whispered into his skin, the tension swelling in her body and her head. “Yes, please.”
But Twist seemed to know because every time her body wound tightly and was just about to break through, he backed off. Every time her release began to retreat like she might have missed the wave, he increased the pressure of his thumb on her clit, and she was right back to hanging over the cliff again.
Her whisper turned to a whimper, and then to sobbing breaths as he wouldn’t quite allow her to reach the peak.
Finally, his hand dropped away entirely, and her consciousness was suspended, floating, before her arousal evaporated.
She socked him in the shoulder with her fist in frustration as she almost screamed.
And he laughed.
The bastard laughed.
She punched his shoulder with the side of her hand again like a sleepy, tantrummy toddler, but she didn’t say any wrong words.
When he growled into her ear, his voice sounded like he was smiling. “The night is young, princess. Your orgasms belong to me, and I’ll tell you when you’re allowed one, if I allow you one. But now, I’m going to fuck that sweet mouth of yours. On your knees.”
Twist pressed on Colleen’s shoulders, and she slithered to the floor, landing in a heap between his shined black dress shoes.
If she had any inklings of refusal, they were swimming beneath the shimmering confusion clouding her mind.
“As your mouth will be otherwise occupied—”
She could hear his smirk through the mask.
“—if you want to use your safeword, tug on your ears. Do you understand?”
Her neck and limbs flopped as she tried to right herself. “Yes, sir.”
“Let me see you do it.”
Colleen tugged on both her earlobes, feeling the weight of her gold stars-and-moons earrings in her fingers.
“Good girl.”
By the time she regained her composure enough to scoot her legs underneath her, Twist had unzipped his fly and was guiding her face toward his cock. “Hands behind your back, crossed at the wrists.”
She held her hands behind her as if she were tied.
He cradled her skull in his huge hands so that her jaw was resting on his palms. He pushed down on her chin with his thumb. “Open.”
Colleen did it. She did everything he wanted because her mind and body thrummed with an unsatisfied need that occupied her every thought. He’d been so quick that she hadn’t even realized he’d rolled a condom on himself until her lips touched the translucent sheath.
When he fit her mouth over his massive erection, her lips rubbed on the engorged veins as he pressed her down over himself, feeding his thick girth to her slowly before he pressed further toward the back of her tongue.
“Good. Mmmm. Good girl,” he murmured.
He was gentle with her but controlled every instant of her movements. His palms and fingers clasped her head as he moved her mouth and throat over him, slowly, steadily. His muscular legs sprawled beside her shoulders, and the faint earthiness of his natural musk seeped into her nose and lungs as he filled her mouth and throat with each descent over him.
Twist’s breathing had been slow and deliberate, but a hitch in the even rhythm jarred her. His fingers flexed around her ears and on the back of her neck, and his hips bucked a few times instinctively as he held her in place. His solid flesh hit the back of her throat, and Colleen struggled not to gag as he groaned and his body tensed.
His breathing was labored, a grunt at the beginning of each exhale, and his cock pulsed in her mouth and throat as he held her on him. She instinctively swallowed, but there was nothing there.
Okay, she’d thought the condom might be weird, but not having to deal with the splooge was considerate.
Twist lifted her head, removing her face from his erection, and he held her head in his hands while he leaned his head back, the silver mask angled up to the ceiling as his chest expanded and collapsed like a bellows. His voice was rough as he rasped out, “Good girl.”
