“Yes.”
The word barks out like a hopeless plea. She chuckles darkly, her finger stroking my cheek as if she’s petting my face, and I worthlessly lean into the touch.
“You’re such agood girl.”
Her hand leaves my pussy, and she jams the two fingers she was just using to fuck me into my mouth, nearly gagging me with the force. Somehow that motion makes me weaker and unhinges my knees to the point that I grab for the dresser lip. My tongue swirls around her digits, tasting my own wetness on the thin leather before she relentlessly steals her hand back just to cup my pussy again and grab my bare tit with the other.
God,fucking yes.
I’m entirely hers at this moment.
I lift my foot onto the open bottom drawer and lean back, chin jutting toward the ceiling.
“Open those pretty eyes, Bonnie,” she says in my ear. “Open your eyes and watch me fuck you until I decide you deserve to feel your wet cunt on mine.”
Chills spread over my skin with the promise of her words. I open my eyes, only to see the view of me from this angle, and…fuck. She’s turned me into some worthless, mewling creature ready to come for her as soon as she tells me I can.
Watching her gloved fingers stroke my cunt has me gushing.
I’ll be done for in a matter of minutes if she continues this torture.
Her snicker radiates against my back. “Look at yourself, rockstar,” she whispers against my cheek. “Do you like surrendering to your stalker like this? Rocking on my gloved hands like the dirty, desperate little whore that you are?”
“Yes.”
The word slips from my lips in a breathy moan before I can stop it.
Look at you.
God, fucking look at me.
I’m so pathetic—the way I’m leaning into her touch, into the shadow behind me like her will is the only thing that matters, the only thing saving me from slipping into a dark place and numbing out the world with something more powerful than me.
Her teasing is relentless. My hips buck against her hand, grinding on the ribbed texture around her knuckles as her other hand toys with my nipple. I’m at my limit watching like this. I lift my foot to a higher dresser drawer and watch as she slides that finger into my pussy.Shit. She has one finger in my pussy, the heel of her palm pressing against my clit, the pressure nearly unbearable.
My eyes roll back as I ride her hand.
“Fuck,” I mutter as she grabs my throat again.
“That’s it,” she praises me, pumping harder.
I’m about to come when she whips me around and pins my ass against the dresser top, and the only thing I can hold onto is the wrist of the hand she has braced around my throat as she slides another finger inside my pussy and absolutely rails me.
I come hard and fast, my body jerking, voice in shambles as I squeak out my surrender.
I’ve hardly caught my breath when I feel her reach behind me and take something off the top of the dresser. Twisted pantyhose stretch over my eyes. I hold onto her shoulder as she ties them off behind my head, my pussy aching with the absenceof her hand. And when I’m completely blinded, another layer of vulnerability grips me.
Because for whatever reason… I trust her not to hurt me.
Her lips land softly on mine. It’s brief—too brief for my liking. I lean forward to catch her mouth again when she pulls away, but the noise of her laugh once more muffled by her voice changer makes a part of me sink.
Come back.
I need more.
Her soaked glove grazes my cheek. I move my mouth and stick my tongue out for a taste of what she’s done to me.
“You’re so cute. Is gluttony your sin, rockstar? Do you not know when to stop begging for the things that could get you killed?” she taunts me.
