Remembering the terms of the bet, I bite back a whimper. I don’t want to give him the satisfaction.
His hand sprawls down and over my knee, then trails lazily back up my inner thigh, just barely brushing the hem of my panties. His route teases my nerve endings and leaves goosebumps in his wake. He repeats this action, choking and planting kisses and tugging bites on my neck in between strokes. With each pass over my skin, he increases the pressure of his touch, until his rubbing turns into clawing, likely leaving scratches behind.
I hiss again, but I don’t want him to stop. The pain is... intoxicating.
He sucks my neck to soothe his rough caress, gripping just as hard as he’s sucking.
Endorphins flood my senses, and I groan.
He chuckles. “If I didn’t know any better... I’d say you liked that. Did that feel good?”
“Mm-hmm.”
“Mm, yeah? Lean back for me. Let me see.” He releases his strong grip on my throat and gently pushes my breast out of the way as he peers over my shoulder.
To give him a better view, I curl my hips under, and he peers over my shoulder to get a look at my arousal, likely coating his thigh below me.
“Yeah, you do... Look at the mess you’ve made on me. That’s so hot.”
My panties are hiked up and bundled in his fist, tugging upward, forcing the fabric to rub up and down against my sensitive flesh. My eyes flutter.
“Keep those eyes open. Don’t hide from how wrong you are.”
The things he’s saying, the things he’s doing... I can’t help myself. My body has a mind of its own, and I roll my hips, grinding myself on his thigh, stimulating myself.
He doesn’t move. Instead, he lets me.
He didn’t have to locate my clit. He didn’t have to touch it. He coaxed my own need out, a need for him to touch me.
I pant. “More. I need more. Please.”
“Mmm, yeah?” He hisses. “Oh, shiiitttt. That’s a good girl. Rub that pussy for me. Look at you making that pussy feel good for me. Fuck, I didn’t even have to touch you... I woulddestroyyou, Jay.”
I believe him now.
With every roll of my hips, I climb further. The friction is so overstimulating that my own senses overwhelm me.
My clit burns with arousal. I need more. I grind harder and faster, covering more surface area. My stomach tightens as the threat of an orgasm nears.
“You want to come, don’t you?”
With my mouth agape, my mind boggled, I can’t find the right words to respond, but I want to. I’ll say anything if it means he doesn’t interrupt what’s building.
He grips my throat. “I asked you if you wanted to come. What do you say?”
“Yes, Master,” I choke out.
“Good girl. Mmm... I bet you do. Only good girls get to come. Are you my good girl?”
Only when I want something andright now, I want to ride out this wave until I drown him. Which is why I say, “Yes, Master.” I’m getting so close.
He clicks his teeth. “I don’t think so... Wasn’t it you who rolled your eyes at me earlier?”
Stalling, I feign astonishment. “Me? Rolling my eyes?” I ask, breathy and sarcastically. I shake my head, rejecting his accusation. “It doesn’t sound like me.”
Almost there.
I roll my hips faster, sprinting for the finish line.
