He smacked my ass. “But you knew that would happen, didn’t you?” He dragged his fingers over my pussy and then slapped the back of my thighs. “You knew what you were doing to me.”
“You were doing the same thing to me,” I admitted breathily.
He spanked me. “You made me like you… made me want you…made me think about you… made me work with you… made me need you.” With each statement, he made sure his fingers caressed me as he set up for the next slap. Five times in a row, he did that, stoking the fire that radiated from where his hand kept connecting.
And then he stopped.
I clenched and squirmed, anticipating a smack that didn’t seem to be coming. His hand just rested against my mound.
“Please,” I begged.
He let my legs down, and I felt him reposition himself on the bed. I wanted to touch him. I wanted him to touch me. But he wasn’t doing anything.
And I was throbbing.
“Please what?” His fingers slid into my slick folds, finding my clit and teasing it. “Please what?” he repeated.
“That,” I gasped. “Please do that.”
One finger pushed inside me, penetrating deep. “That?” he whispered, moving so slowly that it made me ache for more.
I wished I could touch him.
I wished I could touch myself.
“Yes, please,” I begged, pulling on my handcuffs.
He slid his finger in and out, never going any faster. “How bad do you want it?”
Even though he hadn’t changed his pace, the way his thumb kept bumping into my clit was adding fuel to an out-of-control fire.
“I’m willing to do whatever you want me to.” My words came out in heavy breaths as I started moving my hips to meet his finger.
“Let me know when you’re at the point where the only thing you can think about is getting off. That’s when you want it so bad that it’s the only thing on your mind and you can’t take any more…”
As the pleasure mounted, I felt myself heading toward the point of no return. “I’m there. I’m there. I’m—”
And then he stopped.
“No,” I whined, shaking with desire as he removed his finger.
“Do you feel that?” I felt his breath on my face as he asked the question. “Do you feel how bad you wanted me to get you off? How close it was?”
“Yes.”
“That’s how bad I want you all the fucking time,” he said, just before he kissed me.
Tasting myself on his lips made me kiss him harder. Knowing that he’d taken his finger out of me and licked it clean made me moan. His tongue probed mine, asking questions he already knew the answer to.
“You can have me,” I blurted. “I’m all yours.”
“I can have you?” He kissed me one more time before he kissed his way down my body. “All of you?” He licked my slit.
I almost came right there on the spot.
“Yessssssssss.” I dragged the word out as I forced my hips up, trying to find his mouth again. Realizing he was intentionally out of reach, I slumped against the bed, defeated. “Lamar.”
“So that’s a yes?” he said, placing a kiss against my thigh.
