I couldn’t…
I wouldn’t…
But oh god, he’d left meright there…again!
Right on the edge of pleasure.
After days and days of pain and loneliness he’d allowed me to feel warmth, desire, pleasure. And then he’d walked away. This feeling was worse, because this feeling showed me what I’d been so close to getting. What I’d lost.
I whimpered, rubbing my thighs together and closing my eyes, needing the release he’d promised and then stolen away so cruelly. My ass stung painfully from his hard slaps against my skin, but there was no denying that I’d liked it; that sting of his palm against my flesh, the way he’d soothed the tender skin afterwards. But none of it was anything compared to the throbbing within my core or the tightening in my belly.
My chest heaved as I continued to squeeze my thighs together tightly, increasing the pressure as much as I dared, knowing that the camera was trained on me.
I could just imagine him now, staring at a screen somewhere in the house, pleasuring myself. Completing the job he had left unfinished. My mouth dropped open, a sigh leaving my lips as my pussy ached and throbbed. I closed my eyes, the blinking of the camera in the corner unnerving.
I should stop.
I needed to stop.
But instead of stopping, I reached down and pressed my own fingers to my pussy, feeling the dampness trailing down between my heated lips.
It was wrong.
It was disgusting.
He was probably watching.
“Oh god,” I gasped as I slipped a finger inside myself, knowing I was still right there, on the edge of orgasm. I pressed a finger against my clit and opened my eyes, staring up at the blinking red dot on the camera, imagining him with his hand down his pants, his hard cock in hand as he pumped himself while watching me, my fingers playing across my pussy, rubbing against my clit, and dragging the dampness that was pooling there across my lips.
He wanted me.
He was as hard as steel, wanting to fuck me, penetrate me and dirty me in ways that hadn’t been done before.
He wanted me—my pussy, my body, my mouth.
I remembered the feel of his fingers in my mouth, my own juices running down them as he ground against me.
“Oh!” I gasped again, pleasure surging through me so suddenly that my toes curled and I threw my head back, finally, thankfully, gloriously letting go as I called out into the air something unintelligible.
I ignored the shame of it all and just let go, giving myself over to the dark side finally.
~ 13 ~
Fighter
I brought the bottle to my lips and swallowed down the fiery whiskey. It warmed my belly like there was a fire burning inside of it and made my mind numb to all the rapid thoughts that ran rampant inside my head.
I stubbed out my joint and dragged a hand through my hair, knowing that I needed to sleep but also knowing I wouldn’t be able to. How could a man sleep when a woman like that was in his house? How could he ever need to dream when a wild woman with wolf eyes lay naked and vulnerable on his bed? I took another swig of the whiskey, my drunken gaze on the small screen that showed her sleeping form. I hadn’t been able to take my eyes off her when she’d made herself come. Hadn’t been able to stop thinking about it since either.
Flushed cheeks, open mouth, long fingers playing her pussy like it was a fucking harp. She’d taken me by surprise, that was for damn sure. My nostrils flared at the memory again, my dick throbbing in my jeans.
“Fuck,” I grumbled, dragging another joint out from the drawer and lighting it up. I inhaled, letting the smoke fill my lungs. I held it there until my chest burned and then I slowly let it out, feeling dizzy, sick, and calm as the mixture of weed and whiskey saturated my body. “Fuck,” I grumbled again.
The sooner I got her back to her club, the better.
My cell rang in my cut and I plucked it out and held it to my ear. “’Sup?”
“Drop the cargo off tomorrow,” Hardy barked down the phone, “minus something important.”
