Soul.
“Fuck, Tora. . .” His voice was a growl against my ear, his palm still sealing me silent. “Soaked. Naked. Trapped. Just the way I want you. So perfect. Good little Tiger.”
Ohh!
Water ran down my face, my breasts, my stomach. His fingers slid lower, spreading me open under the stream.
Every nerve screamed.
Every drop baptized me in lust.
He played with my pussy, teasing and toying.
I rocked my hips.
“That’s it. My naughty Tiger, rub that pussy all over my fingers.”
Ohhh.
“Break for me.” He rubbed my clit, stroking it harder now, faster, until the coil inside me tightened, wound, begged to snap.
I shook in his hold, so close to unraveling I could taste it on my tongue.
“Do you even understand, Tora?” His voice wrapped around me and it was silk laced with barbed wire. “I own safes full of fucking gold, million-dollar corporate towers of steel. I have fleets of men who would die for me. I have even more islands. Yachts. Private jets. But none of that shit compares to this, to the fortune of your pussy. To the treasure of your heart. You are my most expensive sin.”
He slowed his caresses to my clit until I thought I would die from shuddering in ecstasy. Each circle around my clit stretched eternity thinner, slower, tighter time itself snapped inside me.
Then, with cruel suddenness, he stopped altogether.
W-what?
My body convulsed, the promise of climax ripped away so violently it left me shaking in despair.
No! Please! God! No!
He pulled his hand away, leaving me gasping, empty, throbbing. His palm pressed harder against my mouth, silencing my sobs of frustration.
“No, Tora. Not yet. You’ll come when I decide. When I’ve wrung every ounce of obedience out of you.” He ground his cock against me, heavy and hot, the metal of his piercing rubbing along the curve of my ass. “You’ll take my punishment first. And when you’re broken, when you’re begging, when your pussy is so desperate it doesn’t know the difference between pain and pleasure. . .”
His lips brushed my ear, and his voice grew low and lethal. “. . .that’s when I’ll let you come.”
And then to my utter shock, he lowered his mouth to the curve of my neck, where it met shoulder, and he bit down hard.
AHHHH!!!
Chapter thirty-nine
Teeth in Flesh
Nyomi
The bite wasn’t gentle.
It wasn’t polite.
It was feral.
His teeth sank into the soft place that tender spot on my shoulder, sharp enough to sting, deep enough to brand. Hot water cascaded over us, sluicing down my back, but none of it could cool the fire that erupted in my skin.
