He.
Had.
When he looked at her, his body shook under her gaze. Seth had to concentrate on staying standing. The ache deepened and his resolve was cracking.
Tears were falling freely, and Seth could feel his hold on reality slipping.
She leaned in, bringing her face close to his and her tongue licked out, tasting his tears.
“You are so beautiful,” she said, and Seth sighed into the comfort of her words.
“I want you to stay still and keep pressing the dildo deep inside you.”
He barely heard her, because while she spoke, her hand wrapped around him.
Her fingers curled painfully around his raw erection and it was like she had electrocuted him.
He whimpered.
“Shhhhhh, you can do this,” she said as she pumped her fist across him mercilessly.
Seth didn’t think he could do this.
Her hand was so warm against him and the painful strokes rocketed him well past his edge.
“Do not come.”
Her voice was cold, reaching him even through the thick fog that was suffocating him.
He panted, sobbing now.
“Please, Adria. Mistress. It’s too much.”
He begged her to stop.
Begged her to keep going.
His mind was so cloudy he didn’t know what he was asking for. All he knew was that he couldn’t stop talking.
Then the sensation stopped, and he opened his eyes.
“One more to go, Toy. How do you want to do it?”
He looked at her, confused.
“Do you want to fuck yourself or would you like my hand on you—” her eyes drifted down. “Or my mouth.”
“Fuck,” he breathed. “Not that, no way I’m making it with your mouth on me.”
She laughed.
“I’ll fuck myself,” he said, a new red flush blushing across him. Seth couldn’t believe he was still capable of getting embarrassed around her.
“Go hard, I’ll know if you don’t,” she chided.
He watched as she leaned against the counter in front of him. Her eyes stern. He tried to take in a steadying breath, but it was shaky as hell.
Hewas shaky as hell.
