Kohen’s eyes track the heavy rise and fall of my chest, and then he messes with something on the trolley that I can’t see, pushing me back down with a solid yet soft push when I try to sit up.
“Don’t touch me,” I snap.
His jaw ticks, and his expression grows murderous again, but he doesn’t look at me, continuing with whatever it is he’s doing.
My eyes widen as my blood chills by ten degrees when he turns to me with a pair of forceps or tweezers—whatever the scissor-looking things are called. Cotton pads are taped down with gauze tape on each pointed end of the metal. Nothing betrays his expression as he lowers them down to my chest. Is he… Holy shit, he’s going to use them as clamps.
He twists one of my nipples between his pointer finger and thumb. My body reacts on its own accord, pressing my head back against the table and pushing my tits against his hand to urge him on. Like the cruel asshole he is, Kohen doesn’t work me harder, continuing with the leisurely, clinical pace he’s set, rolling it around like it’s a game.
I squeeze my eyes shut to focus on the sensations he’s eliciting and keeping silent. A moan bubbles up my throat before I can stop it. Curses spill from my lips when his mouth wraps around my nipple. There’s something almost… hesitant or uncertain about how he circles the aching points with the tip of his tongue before taking them between his teeth in a near-vicious pull. The way his mouth moves is wet and messy, but each flick still sends shockwaves through my body. I buck my hips upward, begging for the slightest bit of friction to alleviate the building ache.
Who would’ve thought this man would know what to do with his tongue? Actually, he doesn’t deserve that high praise when he’s such a prick. Still, it doesn’t stop me from grabbing onto his shirt—which the stupid heart rate monitor makes awkward, but I’m barely aware of it beyond wanting his mouth to stay thereso he can continue lavishing my breasts like he’s been waiting a lifetime to do it.
“Greedy little thief,” he murmurs against my skin after I yank him back when he tries to stop. “You get what you’re given.”
Legs? Spread.
Back? Arched.
I almost roll my eyes. If that were the case, Kohen would’ve pried my hands off and continued on his merry way. But here he is, doing half of what I want.
Kohen alternates between sucking the left and right tit, giving the other attention with his fingers when his mouth is preoccupied. My hips roll against the bed in search of relief. If he doesn’t start touching me properly soon, I’m going to take matters into my own bound hands.
This time, when he pulls away, I let him—groaning as his teeth drag against my nipples. He almost looks proud of what he’s done to my painful points. They’re so sensitive it feels like they might rip off from a breeze.
I scowl at him as he holds my chin between his thumb and forefinger. “For the first time in your life, you’re going to be a good girl for me and stay very,verystill.”
“Get fucked,” I choke out as he lets go of my chin.
He ignores me, grabbing the forceps and bringing it to my chest. Out of instinct, I latch both hands onto his leg and dig my nails into the stiff muscles. This is going to hurt.
“Relax,” he rasps.
All I can muster is a breathy, “I’m going to fucking kill you,” followed by a hissed, “Asshole,” when the forceps clamp around my nipple. The pain zaps to every corner of my psyche and sends a wave of desire straight to my core. The hiss becomes a whimper for moreas I get used to the sensation.
“You can try.” Cockiness laces his voice, but I couldn’t care less about what he has to say as the second one pinches my nipple.
“Fuck.” I jolt when he lets go, making both forceps swing, adding more pressure to my already hurting nipples. This time, the sound that leaves my lips is a starved moan. Every muscle in my stomach convulses, needing release more than I need air. Every breath moves the forceps, and trying to stop myself from mewling is hopeless.
I’m soaked beyond comprehension; worse than the frenzy I was in the night I fucked his leg. The sheet is entirely saturated, and I still feel myself dripping onto the bed. I’ve never denied that I’m attracted to Kohen’s appearance; I just never thought he’d be the one to get me into a state where I’m swollen to the point of pain. I’m so raw, the still air feels like a gentle caress, sending pleasure up my spine.
If he isn’t going to make me come, then I’ll do it myself. I’m so worked up that it won’t even take long.
My hands fall to my core, and the first draw of my fingers over my clit has me cursing. Kohen snatches my hands away before I can find out what sound I’ll make on my second. The angle of my arms above my head makes the forceps drop lower and pull on my nipples.
“Don’t you dare. You come when I let you.”
I bare my teeth at him. I feel fucking feral. I could bring down a mountain, fight God, or become Him with how much pent-up frustration Kohen’s injected into my bloodstream. I’ve hungered for things before—itchedlike it’s the only thought that consumes my mind. There’s never been a desire that my body, mind, and soul have ached for.
“Someone’s going to get me off, and I doubt you’ll be able to do it.”Lie. Something tells me that he'll make up forwhat he might lack in skill with enthusiasm and size. I haven’t tested it out, but he could cover my face with his hand. Having those monstrous-sized fingers inside me would send me to heaven and back before my untimely descent into hell.
The combined pain in my tits and the ache in my pussy is dizzying. He could barter with me, make me sell my soul, and give up everything I’ve ever wanted in life just so I orgasm hard enough to black out on this sterile bed.
Kohen straightens, letting go of my hands. His lips turn downward with a sneer. I didn’t bring up another man, but questioning his abilities is just as bad, I suppose.
If there’s something I know about Kohen, he’ll rise to any challenge I throw his way.
He reaches for something off the trolley, keeping it out of sight as he throws another glance at the heart rate monitor. “Stick your tongue out,” he orders. When I keep my mouth clamped tight in defiance, his nostrils flare. “Do it, and you get to come.”
