“Do you know how fucking pretty you look when you’re denied?”
She sobs, the sound wrenched from somewhere deep.
I slap her cunt again through the fabric.
Harder this time.
She twitches, entire body jerking.
“I could do this all night,” I hiss close to her ear. “Make you leak for it. Shake for it. Watch you fucking cry every time I pull back. Because you don’t get to cum until you give me what I want.”
She doesn’t answer, can’t form words.
So I spit on my fingers and start again, pushing fabric aside.
Two fingers pushing into her hot, soaking pussy.
Then three, stretching her.
Twisting inside her. Pressing against sensitive spots. Cruel in their precision.
Every movement calculated and deliberate. Every stroke designed to edge, not relieve. To destroy, not reward.
Her legs kick weakly. Her hands slap at me without force. Her voice breaks again, “—stop—fuck—I can’t—I can’t?—”
“Yes you can,” I growl. “You’ll fucking take it. You’ll cum when I say. Not a second before.”
She sobs harder, tears finally spilling and I don’t stop, don’t relent.
Not until her body convulses around my hand again, muscles clenching.
Not until her moans sound like prayers to a god she doesn’t believe in.
And finally—finally—her head tips back against the seat and she screams:
“Please—please, Hook—let me cum—please—I’ll say it—I’ll fucking say anything, I’ll do anything—please?—”
I still my fingers deep inside her.
Inside her warmth.
Deep as they’ll go.
And whisper against her ear:
“Now that’s a good girl.”
She’s trembling like she’s been left out in a storm.
Wrecked beyond recognition.
Head tipped back against the leather, tears streaking her cheeks in dark lines of mascara, lips parted like she’s still choking on the apology she hasn’t given yet. Her body’s locked tight around my fingers, muscles fluttering in a desperate, filthy plea for mercy she hasn’t earned.
“Say it again,” I growl, fingers deep inside her, curling slowly, so fucking slowly, dragging against that raw little bundle of nerves like I’m pressing a detonator.
“P-please,” she sobs, voice breaking.
“Louder,” I demand.
