Her thighs closed around my hand, trying to move me, push me deeper inside her. “I will tease you all night, and you will not cum until I say so.”
Seven
Emma
God, I’mso close.
My legs were shaking. Every nerve was pulled tight, begging to be released, my thighs clenching around nothing, because he won’t give me what I need. He’s there, Ifeelhim there, but his hands are everywhereexceptwhere I want them. Every brush of his fingers on my hips, my ribs, and my neck is like a spark and a taunt at the same time.
I’m soaked. I can feel it, warm and slick between my legs. The way he touches me just for a moment only to stop and say, “Not yet, baby,” like I’m some kind of toy he’s winding up over and over.
And the worst part? I fucking love it. I love the way he’s using me. I love the way my body trembles for him, the way my breath hitches every time he so much asgrazesmy clit before pulling away. I love the way he watches me… possessive, patient, and a little cruel, like he’s memorizing every twitch, every whimper, every time I lose my pride just a little more. I didn’t even need totell him what I needed, what I wanted. He just knew, and he gave it to me. Willingly.
I want to scream. I want to sob. I want tobeg.
My fingers curled into the sheets. My lips parted, moaning some broken version of his name, and I don’t even care anymore how desperate I sound.
“Please,” I whispered again.
But he doesn’t answer. Not with words. Just that look, the one that says he’s in charge, and I gave him that right the second I said,“Ruin me.”
And oh, he is. He’s ruining me perfectly.
He slid two fingers in, slowly, curling them just right, making me cry out, my hips bucking wildly.
This is the fourth time he’s brought me here. Right to the edge. Right to thefucking cliff. “Fuck, I’m about to come.” I pant.
Instantly he stops, and I whimper at the empty feeling inside me of losing his fingers.
Every time he backs off, I feel like I might die. And every time he starts again, I feel like I mightlive.
I’m not even sure which one I want anymore. But when his mouth lowers again, his breath hot against my skin, and he whispers, “You can come when youbegfor it, Little Fighter,” I break.
I’ll say anything. I’ll give him everything. I want so badly to please him and give him what he wants.
Every denied orgasm, every cruel whisper, every time he stopped right when I thought I could finally fall apart. And now I’m here, trembling, wrecked,ruined, and still aching for him.
“Please,” I sobbed, my voice hoarse. “Please, Daddy… I need it. I can’t, Ican’t take it anymore.”
There. I said it. He won. Iwanthim to win. I want him to own every broken, desperate part of me. He exhaled with a smile, knowing he had won.
“Good girl,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to the inside of my thigh. “You finally mean it.”
His mouth finds my clit, and holy fuck, he knows what he’s doing. The second he sucks, hard and deep, everything inside me snaps. I come so violently it nearly scares me.
My back arched, my thighs slammed around his head, and my scream ripped from my throat. It’s not just pleasure. It’srelief. But still, I want more.
“I need your cock.” I whined, begging yet again for him.
“You’re squirming already,” he murmured, dragging a single finger down the side of my neck. “And I haven’t even fucked you yet.”
“Then change that.” I smirked, knowing he’ll punish me for it.
He shook his head. “Still such a brat after that?”
“Yes, Daddy.” I answered with a small smile.
“I like you like this,” he admitted, brushing his lips across my jaw. “Needy.” He ran his hands down my sides slowly, making me writhe.
