My head went dizzy knowing what that pierced cock could do to me.
Steam slid over my thighs.
My knees wobbled.
“I should mark you first.” He let out this dark laugh that slithered over every inch of me. “Maybe then, Tora, you’ll remember who you belong to.”
His hand finally left my breast. His palm drifted down over my stomach, slowed, then slipped down to my pussy. His palm settled between my thighs like a verdict.
Oh God yes!
Heat met heat.
Two fingers pressed against my clit, not gentle, not kind. . .just hard enough to make sparks burst through my body.
My knees buckled.
He kept me standing up.
My moan vibrated against his hand still sealed over my mouth.
Muffled.
Shameful.
Desperate.
“Look at you,” His voice was a dark curl of smoke. “Already shaking. Already dripping. One touch and you’re ready to beg for my cock.”
He circled my clit with punishing patience.
Not fast enough to let me climb.
Not soft enough to soothe.
Just this maddening tempo that made my pussy spasm and contract violently around emptiness. It was a hollow ache so fierce it bordered on pain.
I whimpered against his palm.
My hips bucked, searching for more pressure from those fingers, yearning for relief.
“No,” His chest pressed harder into my back. “You don’t get to usemeright now. I useyou.”
His thumb rolled over my clit, slow. . .then faster, then stopping altogether.
Please. . .Kenji. . .
It was all a pattern of torture that left me gasping into his hand.
The ache spread deeper, soaking me, heat sliding down my thighs, shame mixing with the most feral kind of want I’d ever experienced in my life.
“I could make you come right now,” he whispered. “But that would be too merciful. And mercy isn’t what you deserve, naughty Tiger.”
His fingers teased the edge of my folds, and I thought I would break right there—my body begging, my soul trembling. But instead of giving me more, he let go of my pussy, moved away a little, and began yanking the robe away. “You won’t be needing this anymore.”
The fabric tore off my body in one savage motion.
I gasped into his palm as the robe slid down my arms and crumpled to the tile with a wet slap.
