“Please,” she whimpered.
Christ.I’m a fucking saint for this.
“What about exhibitionism? You don’t seem to care that we’re out in the open, where anyone can see you act like a whore.”
Slight doubt darkened her expression, attention darting to the side with panic, so I switched tactics.
“Hmm, you don’t like to be put on a show, noted.” I tightened my fingers a little around her throat, forcing her eyes back to me. “Choking, I’m going to take as a yes. What about being tied up?”
Violet whimpered, and I groaned.
“See? You’re a girl after my own heart.”
Pressing my fingers against hers harder, I guided her into rougher stokes. Her exhale was sharp, her body tightening as if preparing to come. But she wasn’t allowed, not yet. Not until I decided.
“You’re so fucking wet,” I muttered, leaning forward until my size blocked her from sight. “Can you feel how wet you are?”
“Yes,” she whispered, closing her eyes.
I immediately forced her hand to stop, leaving her on the edge of orgasm without the pressure to explode. “Eyes on me,” I growled, pushing my thumb inside her mouth until I pressed down on her tongue. “You keep your eyes on me as you come, do you understand?”
Violet’s nostrils flared, that earlier anger rushing back. But she didn’t bite me like I expected, instead moving her tongue against my thumb in a provocative way until I pressed harder.
“Do you want me to help you come?” I murmured, savouring the wild pulse beating against my palm.
Violet couldn’t answer, not with my hand firm around her throat and my thumb pressed between her lips, but her eyes said everything. Fury and desire tangled there, loathing me as much as she craved what I offered.
I finally removed my thumb. “Then beg me.”
She hissed, actually hissed, like some feral cat cornered and ready to strike. I simply tutted, slow and deliberate, letting the sound cut through the tension.
“Careful,” I murmured, tightening my grip just enough to remind her that her little display meant nothing against the strength holding her still. “I guess you can stay like?—”
“Please!”
I paused, savouring the slow bloom of colour across hercheeks, the way it spilled over those freckles like fire under her skin.
“Oh blondie, you’re really going to hate yourself in the morning.”
This time I guided her fingers lower, no longer teasing as I found her entrance and forced her to take everything, her fingers and mine entwined. She squealed, her cunt tight as her eyes all but rolled into the back of her head. I pressed down, using her own palm to add pressure to her clit.
Her cunt clenched, so I used my fingers to press hers deeper, angling them inside to brush the spot I’d knew would have her legs shaking. Violet moaned, the sound caught in her throat beneath my hand, vibrating against my palm.
I forced her pace, faster, harder, until she was all but fucking herself on my command, her body obeying even when her pride still fought to resist.
“What a good girl, taking all these fingers,” I whispered against her, my breath feathering over her parted lips. “So tight, you’ll strangle my cock.”
Violet’s pulse thumped violently, her eyes never leaving mine as I picked up speed.
“Do you think I should let you come?”
Her eyes narrowed, as if it was the only defiance she had left. Her free hand reached for the arm around her throat, nails digging in. I waited for the familiar rush of panic, the instinct to pull back, to shove her away and leave her trembling without release. But it never came.
Instead, I realised I liked it. The dark satisfaction that came with watching her unravel beneath me. Clearly my fucked-up mind didn’t see her as a threat, at least in this moment.
Interesting.
Not wanting to overthink this, I pressed against her clit. “Come for me.”
