“You make me so fucking hard, Callie. Just look at you. Trembling under my hand. Would you beg for me, darling? I can give you what you want. What you need.”
I groaned, half sobbing but shook my head, my face buried in the pillows.
Smack.
“No? Well, that’s too bad, dearest. I’m afraid I’m going to need to hear you ask nicely for my cock or else we are going to be at this all night. I’m a patient male.I can wait.”
Smack.
Smack.
Smack.
The quick succession of strikes threw me off and I cried out, my head lifting off the pillows.
“That’s it,” he growled. “Let me hear you. Louder, Callie. You can do better.”
He jerked my hips backwards into his, his hard cock pressing in between my ass cheeks and rocking against me. I was so wet that he slipped easily over my pussy and the friction was just enough to drive me mad but not enough to get me off.
My ass stung like fire and my pussy ached so bad to be filled I couldn’t help myself and rocked back into him, whimpering incoherently for more.
Rathal stopped his movements to hold me hard against him.
“I believe I told you what I required if you want to get what you need. Be a good girl and use your words.”
I cried out in frustration trying to rock backwards but his hands at my hips were like an iron vice keeping me in place.
I bit the pillow and reached under me with my hand, intent on touching myself for relief, but a harsh sound came from behind me and Rathal’s hand snapped out and wrapped around my forearm, stopping me before I could so much as graze my clit with the tips of my fingers.
“That,” he snarled, “was naughty. I’m afraid I have no choice now.”
He released my arm and flipped me again so that I was on my back and staring up at the god of Pure Male Arrogance.
The patient look on his face combined with predatory heat in his eyes fulfilled every naughty professor fantasy I’d ever had in an instant.
He tsked at me, shaking his head. “Whatever am I going to do with you?”
My heart was in my throat. I couldn’t answer him.
His gaze flicked over my head. I didn’t much care for the way his smile slowly spread.
“Ah. I think I’ve found a solution,” he said, reaching over my head and plucking up one of the larger white pillows that was tossed aside. He tore one side of the cover and jerked all the stuffing out, tossing it over his shoulder like he didn’t have anaked woman sprawled out in front of him and panting for him to fuck her.
He hummed as he ripped the pillow cover into strips and then stopped suddenly to look at me. I stopped breathing, knowing what was coming next.
Sure enough, Rathal lunged forward, grabbing both of my wrists in his hand and tied them together before leaning over me to raise my arms above my head and tied them onto something I couldn’t see.
He sat back on his heels and surveyed his handiwork for a moment before nodding.
“Yes, that will do nicely. You’ve done this to yourself you know. You come when I say you can come and not a moment before.” The patient look on his face melted away and was replaced with a hard glint in his eye. I squirmed against my bindings, my breath whooshing out of me with a groan.
Rathal bared his teeth in a cruel smile. “Now, where were we? Ah yes. I remember.”
He jerked my legs wide and pushed them up until my knees were nearly to my ears and then his tongue was spearing into me.
I screamed at the sudden invasion when I’d been so horribly empty, my walls spasming around his tongue as he thrust it in and out of me.
The pressure built quickly. I squeezed my eyes shut, my mouth falling open and just as my orgasm started to peak, Rathal stopped.
