“Spread your legs, Sunny. Show me the reason I was kept waiting.”
I swallowed. Another command, this one impossibly intimate.
Expose myself even more.
My heart stuttered, and doubtful thoughts began to run through my head.
This had seemed like all fun and games when I came up with the idea to hide and wait for him in his own room. But seriously...could I handle this? Handle him?
Somehow, I summoned up enough courage to uncurl my legs and spread them out for him.
His gaze stayed on me the whole time, so strong it felt like it was the power of his stare, not any muscular command from me, pushing my legs apart.
Cole's mouth moved at the sight of me splayed before him. Maybe. The slight curl of his mouth happened so fast, I could have imagined it before his face returned to ice.
He laid his hands down on the sensitive flesh of my inner thighs, just below my V. Then…nothing.
He just stood there, looking at me. And I—or maybe I should say my body—responded to that long, hard stare. I could feel myself start to throb below, the lips of my entrance pulsing in and out as wetness pooled at my center.
"Is this the punishment, then?"My voice broke into a whisper halfway through the question. "Making me wait?"And squirm?
His eyes glinted with icy amusement."I'm just getting started, Sunny. Do you want me to touch you?"
"Yes, I want that."I nodded, thinking anything would be better than the weight of his stare, so heavy and weirdly arousing.
But even though I said yes, he continued to stand there. Only watching me.
"What are you...Why are you...?" I attempted to close my legs, but with a simple flex of both arms, he kept them spread. Easily.
“Was it worth it?”He massaged his thumbs over my thighs, the tops of both digits brushing against the lips of my cleft as he did so. It was just a light touch, but a piercing arrow of sexual need shot through my core."Doing what you did to earn my wrath?"
I wasn't sure how to respond to that. But I didn't have to.
“Do you like lying here?" he asked before I could answer. "Completely exposed to The House?”
Another impossible question. Technically, the answer was no. I had never felt this uncomfortable in my life. All I wanted was to get away from him and his unwavering stare, but on the other hand...
I could feel myself involuntarily clenching and unclenching now. Practically begging Cole to do more than just watch me.
He answered my body’s silent plea, moving his hand to cover my now glistening mound.
I moaned when his fingers found my slit, and I arched into the pads of them as he ran them up and down, tantalizing me but not quite touching me in the way I needed to be touched.
Embarrassment soon gave way to frustration.“Why are you torturing me?”I demanded.“I thought this was what you wanted.”
“It is,”he answered, matter of fact.“But I also want you to understand what will happen if you ever tease me again like you did at breakfast. Would you like me to be nice to you, Sunny?"
I blinked. The question coming after the threat felt like a non sequitur.
He brought two of his fingers just to the outside of my tunnel, pressing against its entrance but not pushing the two digits through. I hissed, my belly caving in with need before I arched myself into him, desperately trying to get him inside me.
It worked. Sort of.
He pushed in, maybe about an inch, and stopped short.“Is thisnicer, Sunny?”
“More,”I moaned.
He pushed in a little more. But not nearly far enough. Frustrated, I let out a whimper of disappointment.
