The plug comes out, stretching me as much as when it went in, drawing another gasp from me.
“Isn’t that funny?” he asks.
Oh, yes. Fucking hilarious.
Thirty-Nine
Vicky
The bed shifts as Alex climbs on, and one hand runs down the back of my thigh.
“Close your legs,” he tells me.
Well, that’s the most humiliating instruction he’s ever given.
I thought he tied my legs apart. I’ve left them spread, because that’s how theywere. There was give on those ropes—I knew that, I tested it—but somewhere along the way, it’s slipped my mind.
My legs crash together so hard my ankle bones smack into each other with a jolt of pain, and my face burns where it presses against my arm.Soembarrassing. Spread for him, all this time, like a wanton harlot.
He chuckles softly. “God, Ihope you never stop fighting yourself,” he murmurs, running his hand up over my ass with an almost reverent touch. “If you do, I’ll have to find more and more deviant ways to make you squirm.”
“I don’tsquirm.”
“Good. Then you’ll have no problem keeping still.” Oil drips down onto the crack of my ass, heavy drop after heavy drop, trickling to places it has no right to go. AndGodbut I want to squirm. I grit my teeth, holding still with everything I have.
His finger traces the path of the oil, sliding down between my butt cheeks, massaging my anus, andfuckbut that’s even worse. A moan of effort escapes, my jaw clenched so hard it aches.
“What’s that if it’s not squirming?” he asks.
Fuck. Did I move?
“I didn’t move,” I grind out.
“Of course you didn’t.” His finger slides lower, over my pussy, through my folds, not stopping until he finds my clit. And then he circles it, agonizingly slowly.
He’s made it into a battle of wills. Or I have. Either way, it doesn’t matter; I’m not going to break.
But Alex takes his time playing with me. He’s hardly touching my clit, and he’s using only one fingertip. It’s the lightest of strokes, between my labia, pressing fleetingly against my entrance, dipping back down to deliberately brush near, but not against, where I want him. The oil doesn’t help. There’s no friction, no resistance, and it aidshimnot me.
“Don’t grind your teeth,” he says.
I unclench my jaw in reflex before I realize I wasn’t.
Bastard.Absolute. Fucking.Bastard.
“I love how your hips come up, always seeking more.”
Fuck. I was concentrating on notsquirming.Hips side-to-side, twisting away. I didn’t dothat.
I might’ve lifted them.
My butt’s in the air, and I don’t remember it being there; there’s no ‘might have’ about it.
He’s using my arousal against me. Torturing me.
And I’msosensitive. So desperate for the release he’s not letting me have.
He won’t even touch my clit.
