“Answer me,” I repeat, then continue. Gentle, teasing touches that make her release delicious sounds.
But she doesn’t answer.
I make my touch barely there, skimming her swollen clit with the edge of my thumb, just so.
She glares up at me, furious, fire sparking in her eyes. Fuck, that just makes me even harder.
“I asked a question.” I slide one finger inside her, and her jaw goes slack.
She wasn’t expecting the sudden invasion, and with our eyes locked, I add another. Her mouth drops wider, and I drag my thumb back over her clit, adding more pressure, up and down, until her legs tremble.
“Answer.”
“Please,” she begs,begsme.
Fucking hell. Then, with those eyes still defiantly burning, she thrusts herself towards me, onto my fingers.
Holy fuuuck.
I watch, transfixed by the sight of her fucking herself withmyhand. Taking from me. Using me.
But she’s not in control. Not now. Not tonight.
“I can keep you like this.” To make my point clear, I slide in a third finger. “For hours.” I pump them in and out so gradually, barely increasing the speed. “I won’t let you come.” My thumb brushes her clit in a teasing skim, then pulls away. “Answer me.”
When she moves her hips again, trying to chase my touch, make me go deeper, I grip her waist with my free hand, and hold her down.
“Stay.” I grunt, a low command, and she shivers.
My tone should evoke fear, scare her into submission, but not with Jasmine. It only makes her wetter, makes her inner walls grasp around my fingers in a tight pulse that has me groaning.
She’s fucking perfect.
“Both,” she abruptly moans.
I still, fingers inside, thumb against her clit.
She answered.
I lean closer, lowering my lips to her ear. “Was that so hard, hmm?” I murmur, nipping her lobe. “You can have us both, but tonight.” I push my fingers deeper, and her whine is musical. “You’re mine.”
“Fuck,” slips from her lips, a breathy, desperate curse.
“Say it,” I command, circling her throbbing clit as the room darkens and she tightens around my fingers. “Say it, and I might let you come.”
Any second now, she’ll say it and I’ll—
“No.”
No?
Did she just sayno?
I stop.
With my fingers still deep inside her, I stare down at this vixen. She peers up at me from beneath thick, dark lashes, her soft expression playing at innocence, but the small smirk on her lips says otherwise.
What abrat.
