The rhythm builds. His hand. His fingers. My voice counting and thanking and breaking apart with each strike.
"Ten! Thank you, Master!"
His fingers slide through my wetness—so much wetness I can hear it, slick and obscene—and circle my clit with maddening lightness.
"You're dripping all over my hand," he says. "Making such a mess."
I am. I know I am. I can feel it running down my thighs.
"Filthy little slut."
His fingers push inside again. Deep. Curling.
"Don't come."
I'm dying. Actually dying. This is how I die—sixty feet up in a tree, restrained and desperate and so close to orgasm I can't see straight.
"Please." It's barely a whisper now. "Please, I can't—I can't hold it?—"
"Yes, you can."
Another spank.
Another.
His fingers work faster. Harder. Relentless.
"Hold it."
I'm breaking. I can feel it happening. The part of me that's still trying to maintain control, still trying to begood—it's shattering.
"Please let me come. Please. I'm begging you. I'll do anything.Anything."
"Anything?"
"Yes! Yes, anything, just please?—"
His fingers stop moving.
Still inside me.
Not moving.
"Then prove you can obey me first."
Chapter 5
Caleb
I've got Scarletta Mae Desmond exactly where I want her.
Trembling. Soaked. Desperate enough to promise anything if I'll just let her come.
But I won't.
Not here. Not at Station One.
She needs to understand what this hunt actually is. She doesn't get relief just because she begs prettily. Her body belongs to me completely—including her orgasms.
