I held still, breathing him in, aching, waiting to see what came next. He slid my panties down my legs slower than I’d liked, then followed his tracks in reverse with soft, deliberate nips up my calf to my inner thigh. His fingers dug into me as he spread me open, and his hot breath washed over my core.
Never in my life had I ever been this turned on, and it wasn’t going to take me long to fall over the edge.
His tongue swiped in between my folds, and I arched toward him until he pushed me down.
“Don’t come until I tell you.” He punctuated it with a flick of his tongue against my clit.
Easier said than done. I’d been right on the edge before he even untied me. I fisted the sheets above my head while he sucked, licked, flicked, nipped—claiming every inch of my pussy like he owned it. I wasn’t going to last. Icouldn’tlast. And just as the wave crested?—
He stopped.
Damn it all to hell.
“Not yet.”
The next time, he pushed one finger inside me, slow and searching, then a second. His mouth returned to my clit, sucking and flicking in a rhythm that shot straight through me. I climbed fast, dizzy, ready to break—but again, just as release trembled at the edge of my spine, he pulled away.
By the time I caught my breath, he started again—adding a third finger this time, stretching me, opening me. That delicious burn bloomed with every thrust, every drag of his hand.
Was he going to let me come this time? My mind was blank. Nothing but him and the orgasm he kept me chasing. My core tightened, and he stopped again.
“Master, please." The words slipped out before I could stop them.
He moved away from the bed, and the cold air rushed against my skin. A helpless whimper escaped me. I wanted to apologize, but his rule was silence and I’d already broken it.
I turned my head from one side to the other, searching for a sound, all while every square inch of my body ached for him, for his touch, for my release.
The silence stretched between us until I could hear nothing but my own heartbeat. Had he left me? Was this the punishment for breaking his rules?
Every nerve was strung so tight that I feared it would break loose at any moment. My core throbbed, desperate begging for release.
“I’m going to fuck you now.”
My head jerked toward his voice. The crinkle of a foil wrapper sent relief and heat flooding through me. He was going to do it. He wasactuallygoing to fuck me.
His hands wrapped around my ankles, and he pushed my legs up, folding me easily, settling them in the crook of his arm. He dragged his hard cock through my slick folds.
When he pushed into me, I couldn’t stop the moan that tore out of me. Even soaked the way I was, the stretch burned—sweet, sharp, perfect. He paused only long enough for my body to take him, then pulled almost all the way out and thrust back in, harder.
I clutched the sheets above my head, the only thing keeping me from reaching for him.
I bit my bottom lip to keep from crying out.
His controlled thrusts pushed me toward my release again. Never in my life had I experienced anything like this, and the man pushing me toward my limits was a complete stranger.
My core tightened, and he stilled. I felt his gaze on me.
I squirmed, desperate for friction, for anything.
My body relaxed, and my breathing slowed. When he finally moved again, he pushed my legs further into my chest, angling his hips and hit a new spot with each thrust. I wasn't sure I'd survive if I didn't come soon.
My hands ached from gripping the sheets.
His controlled thrusts became hurried, and the next thing I knew, his hand clutched my throat. Panic spiked through me. His grip tightened, cutting off my next breath. His lips brushed my ear, and I forced out a ragged "please" before my world started to spin.
"Come, Pet."
My orgasm, while it had been building all night, and with those two words, the tight coil inside me snapped. My body shattered around him. He released my throat, grabbing my hip as he shifted, and his pelvic bone hit my clit with each thrust.
