He finally shows me mercy, rubbing my clit in gentle circles, watching for my reaction. His fingers already have me moaning softly, rubbing myself against him, trying to get more friction. He follows my lead, adding more pressure and using his other hand to pin my hips in place.
He increases the speed, keeping his fingers on that little nub. I feel my whole body start to tighten, my breaths coming in little pants, my moans getting louder and more insistent.Fuck, I’m so close already. I’m gonna—he stops, removing his hand from me completely.
His bright white teeth shine in the dark, grinning at me and my frustration, “Oh, I’msorry,” he says, not sounding sorry atall.“Did you need something?”
Realizing the game, I know I’m fucked. I’ve never been edged before. Why would I when I’m always the one in charge of my own pleasure? Through gritted teeth, I tell him, “No. I’m fine.”
“Good.” He hovers over me, with one hand beside my head and the other lightly trailing along my bare lower stomach. “You looksogood like this, Bel. All this beautiful flushed skin on display, chest heaving, nipples rock hard, begging for my touch.” He emphasizes his words by barely running his thumb across one of the peaks of them.
He leans down, wrapping his warm mouth around my nipple, using the tip of his tongue to flick it, causing me to whine and bury my hand in his hair. Instantly he grabs my wrist, lets my breast fall from his mouth, and tsks at me, “Oh, Little Dove. You were supposed to keep your hands above your head.”
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to,” I beg. Caspian lets go of my hand, and I immediately return it to its spot, white-knuckling the edge. I don’t need feeling in my hands anyway. He goes back to working my nipple with his hot, wet mouth, then plants sloppy kisses on his journey to the other one. With the first contact of his tongue, he starts rubbing those circles on my clit, building up the pressure inside me again. He bites down on my nipple and slides two fingers inside me at the same time, and I cry out.
“Oh, so wet and warm. You feel fucking perfect.” He’s curling his fingers inside of me, reaching that elusive spot that has my eyes squeezing shut. “You gonna come, baby?”
“Yes. Yes, Caspian. Please!” I’m going to come harder than I ever have in my life.
“Aw. Too bad,” he stops again, and now I’m fucking pissed. Before I can yell at him, he silences me with his lips, prying my mouth open and sliding his tongue against mine.
While I’m distracted, he shoves his fingers inside me again and starts pumping in and out at a relentless pace. The filthy sound of me soaking his fingers is so debauched I’m ready to combust. He’s thrusting his hips against me in time with his hand. Every sound I make, he mimics back, almost mocking me, and fuck, if it doesn’t make me wetter.
I’m so ready to come that I think I’d do anything he asks. So close,so closeagain, and he stops. Again and again, he does it, until I’ve lost count of how many times he’s forced me to the brink of bliss and then denied me the release.
I’ve never been so frustratedandangryandhorny in my life. Tears are streaming down my face, and my knuckles and fingers have long gone numb from my grip.
He chuckles darkly, wiping away a tear, “Oh, you poor thing. You need to comesobad, don’t you?” I nod, letting out another sob.
Once again, he starts fucking me with his hand, each pump grazing his palm against my clit.Sweet fucking hell, yes.
He orders softly against my lips, “Beg for it.” I hesitate for a second, and he reiterates, slightly louder, “Isaidbeg.”
“Please, please, please,” I’m chanting over and over again, every utterance a plea, whimper, and moan rolled into one.
He groans loudly at my pleading before urging, “Come on, Little Dove. Gush all over my hand.” Instantly, I explode. The orgasm sends me straight into orbit, waves and waves of bliss rushing through me, my soaked pussy pulsing and squeezing his fingers. I scream his name, fucking myself on his hand through it, him moaning with me like my orgasm brought him the same relief.
As I come back from my little death, he’s brushing my hair from my face, peppering soft kisses against my face and chest, whispering little praises.
“Did so good.”
“So perfect, Little Dove.”
“You came so beautifully.”
I’m practically glowing from all his attention.
“Are you alright, Bel?” he asks a few moments later, and I’m not ready to speak yet, so I just nod. “You were so good for me,” he says against my forehead before placing a kiss on it.
“Thank you,” I blush.
“Can you stand?” he helps me to my feet, then eases something over my head. “Slide your arm through here. And the other here.”
“Clothes?” I ask, dumbfounded.Where did they come from?
“It’s just one of the soft dresses you brought,” he explains. “We should get out of here before security catches us. I’m surprised they haven’t yet as I do not think we are supposed to be here.”
We stumble our way back through the casino, mostly undetected. A few people give us knowing, judgmental looks, but they’re pissing away money like it grows on trees, so I don’t really care much for their opinions.
Approaching the door to Fritz’s suite, Caspian pulls a keycard from his pocket, not removing his other arm from my shoulder. He’s looking at me like I’m the answer to all his prayers.Do demons pray?
