“Were youwatchingme?” I demand.
“Didn’t get to watch as long as I would’ve liked, but I saw enough.” His grin widens. “How was your littleself-caresession? Successful?”
“Yes,” I lie. “And, for your information, I discovered that your ability to deliver orgasms is sub-par. I didwaybetter.”
In a flash, Maximus’s eyes darken. He steps forward, crowding my space, and slowly wraps his hand around my neck. Icouldmove—I could smash my fist into his elbow, dislocating it, or kick him in the balls, or break his foot with a well-aimed heel. But I don’t. The force of his gaze keeps me frozen in place, like the mouse who’s been hunted by the cat foryears, and is finally trapped in its sight.
“Did you?” he arches an eyebrow, seeming partially amused, and partiallypissed. “Well, Flame, I’m going to give you a little lesson right now.” His hand cups my pussy, and I gasp, startled at the heat.God,my core aches, I’mdesperatefor him to finish what I started, but I won’t say as much. I can’t give him the satisfaction.
He walks me back towards the bed, eyes glittering, jaw clenched. I tip over backwards onto it, hands wrapping around the hand holding my neck captive.
“You’re allowed to have cravings and needs. But, when you do, you come tometo satisfy them. You donotdo it yourself unless I’ve given you permission.” He wedges his hand into my pants and panties, and my eyes roll into the back of my head. My lips part on a silent moan as his fingers find my slit, gathering the wetness leaking out of me and gliding them expertly over my clit. “You want an orgasm? Fine, come to me. I’ll probably give it to you—and, even if I deny you, you’ll always get it in the end. But doing it yourself means I’ll getmean. I’ll give you this one for free, since you didn’t know, but the next time you try to get yourself off, I’m going to edge you until you’re screaming for mercy. Got that, Flame?”
“Yes,” I moan.
“Good. Now ask me to come, and make it good. Begging wouldn’t be amiss.” My eyes fix on him and I part my lips to tell him to go fuckhimself, but he tightens his hand around my throat. Perversely, the lack of oxygen actually makes my pussy clench, and my eyes widen in surprise. “If you tell me off, you don’t get to come. So, if you really want an orgasm, swallow your pride and beg me for it.”
Asshole. His fingers slide inside of me and his thumb traps my clit. “Beg.”
He eases his hold on my neck just enough for me to squeak. I’m so desperate I do exactly as he advised. I rasp, “Please.”
“Please what?”
I’ll get him back for this. I swear I will, but first, Ihaveto come. “Please make me come.”
“Withpleasure.” His fingers inside me thrust in and out, each forward surge made extra harsh by the constricting fabric of my pants. His thumb swirls my clit once, twice, and on the third time, Iexplodewith a cry.
He tightens his hand on my neck, cutting my breath off, which only serves to prolong my orgasm. Fortunately, he doesn’t make it go on and on like he did last night; he lets me off easy this time around.
“Good girl. In the future, begging isveryeffective with me.”
“In the future, go fuck yourself,” I wheeze.
He chuckles, pressing a kiss to my nose. “Alright, Flame. Come on.”
He slips his fingers out from my pants, sucks my cum from them, and smiles when a shiver courses through me.
“Greg’s back,” he says, switching gears. “I missed him, and I think you’re ready for him to be around. He’s extremely well-trained; he will not hurt you.”
I mask my discomfort with a nonchalant shrug. “Alright.”
“Ember. It’s okay to have fears.”
I’d say something to the effect ofI’m not human enough to have fears, but he already knows that’s bullshit, and I’d prefer not to undermine myself. So, I opt for staying silent.
He takes my hand in his and gently draws me out of the room. There, in the main room, is Greg. He’s seated in front of the couch, and his tail starts to sweep against the floor as we enter. His nose crinkles as he sniffs the air, and then he taps his front paws on the floor in excitement, but he stays in place.
Heiswell-trained. And, even though old fears quicken my heartbeat, I can’t deny he’s kind of cute. He looks at Max and lets out a whimper. Max tightens his hold on my hand, and says quietly, “Patience.”
Greg lets out a small chuff but stays in place.
“Go say hi to him,” Max encourages. “He likes you. He’s excited to see you.”
I kind of want to, but then he licks his lips and shows off a flash of those sharp canines, and I have to force myself to keep still and not run from the room. “No, thank you.”
“He won’t hurt you,” Max reminds me. “Helikesyou. Come on, Ember. Let him say hi.”
“Do I have to?”
