“There’s my dirty little slut,” Michael said to me, his words dripping with sin and honey. “What were you thinking about?”
“You.” There was no hesitation in my response.
He clearly liked that, because the most primal of sounds left him. It was so hot, it made my pussy clench around nothing.
His fingers tightened around my throat, cutting off my oxygen completely. His head tilted as my lungs started to burn and ache. I wrapped my hands around his wrist, but I knew it wouldn’t do any good even if I did try to fight him. He so easily overpowered me, but I wasn’t scared—not of him anyway.
I was terrified of how far he’d already burrowed into me.
I gasped as his fingers entered me without warning. I couldn’t tell how many there were, but it was more than I could take. That didn’t stop him, though. He moved in and out, coating his fingersin my arousal, each thrust of his hand going deeper than before, my pussy opening for him like he’d trained it to.
He let up on my throat, letting me draw in a breath before leaning down to my ear.
“Eyes on me, Avery. I’m not missing a fucking second of this. I want to watch the exact moment you lose yourself.” He breathed deeply like he was inhaling my scent. “You will break for me tonight.”
I shuddered, his dark, suggestive words taking hold of me. I released his wrist to grip the sheets and stared up at him as he rose above me, showing him how much I trusted him, how much I wanted him.
“Come for me, kitten. Give me your pleasure. Give me everything.”
His demands unleashed a violent wave of toe-curling euphoria. I threw my hands over my mouth to contain my loud noises, afraid of waking anyone up, fearful of being discovered.
“Fucking perfect,” he said softly, mesmerized.
My back was arching, his fingers continuing to move inside me, not letting up despite me having given him exactly what he wanted. He constricted his fingers around my throat enough to make me struggle for my breath.
Then, another hit—another intense orgasm ripped through my body, leaving me screaming into my hands as my body bucked against him.
Another.
And another.
After the fifth climax, my body slumped on the bed.
Michael released my throat and withdrew his fingers. I watched, totally entranced, as he lifted his mask enough to lick his fingers clean one by one, groaning like it was the most delicious thing he’d ever tasted.
“My new favorite flavor,” he murmured, as though he’d read my mind.
He ripped off my panties then tugged my arms above my head and secured my wrists together with the lacey piece of fabric.
“Stay,” he said warningly.
“Yes, sir,” I teased, drunk on orgasms.
Michael’s hands coasted down my arms, over my breasts, past my abdomen. He stopped with both of his hands on my thighs then forcefully pushed them open.
“I’m going to feast on you, but I need my mask out of the way.” His hands left my body. “You’re going to wear it for me, Avery. Be a good girl and keep it on. Is that understood?”
I swallowed, my heart dropping. “Why can’t I see you?” I asked softly, seductively.
He licked his lips, and I was so captivated by him, I mimicked the movement.
“You’ll have to earn that one. Close your eyes.” I hesitated. “Now.”
This time, I obeyed, my eyelashes lowering in submission. Soon, his mask was over my face, folded so my mouth was uncovered.
“I’ve put it on backward, so don’t even think about peeking, or I’ll punish you.” His threat made me shiver. “And you aren’t ready for that, I promise you.”
As tempting as it was to challenge him, I desperately wanted his approval, his praise, so I stayed still, arms over my head, knees still spread.
