This: holding her at the painful peak of pleasure with no release. It was already growing uncomfortably between her legs, in her tender breasts pressed up against the bed. Yet all she could think of was his hand tracing closer and closer to exactly where she wanted it to be.
Instead, Victor’s hand gripped the curls there and gave a little tug.
“You want me inside you, don’t you?”
She didn’t answer, even though inside she was screaming for his touch, for release.
He tugged more insistently. “Don’t you, pet?”
Yvette nodded hard into the bed.
He released her. Her legs snapped shut as he moved his fingers across her point of pleasure. Yet he continued gliding over her opening before coming to squeeze her ass harshly.
“Open your legs,” he rebuked.
Trembling, they complied.
Yvette buried her face in the blankets. She couldn’t take it, not another touch. She’d call out. There was no stopping it.
His hands spread her, fingers digging into her skin even as his thumb ran over her opening. Yvette’s knees buckled. His other hand came down on her thigh hard enough to sting, and she straightened at once.
Victor’s thumb resumed its work, tracing her opening, stretching her, all the while avoiding her pleasure point purposefully, yet only a slip away. All she could think of was how he was a single movement away from being inside her. The hollow feeling was building inside her. It was driving her mad.
“So wet for me,” he whispered. “Have you already cum, my pet?”
She shook her head.
“You must be on the edge. Tell me and I’ll fuck you right now.”
Yvette’s eyes rolled back into her head at the thought, biting her lips so hard she was afraid she might draw blood.
It wasn’t enough.
When Victor plunged his fingers into her, Yvette cried out, unrestrained.
His hand struck her ass hard enough for her to cry again. He hit her again in the same place. A tear rolled from her eye as she kept herself quiet. Still, his fingers were fucking her relentlessly. It took everything in her not to scream in pleasure and pain.
“Tell me, darling.” His vicious pace did not slow.
She whimpered.
Victor struck her again on the other side.
“She has magic,” her voice betrayed her through panting breaths. “She’s like me. She has magic.”
His fingers withdrew from her.
“Is that so?” he asked, his tone at once conversational. “How are you sure?”
“I saw her do it.”
“Well, that is something, now isn’t it?”
Yvette hardly cared now if the girl was a fucking dragon. Her body was burning with need. A whine escaped her, even as she lay exhausted against the bed.
“I suppose you’re ready for your reward?”
Yvette nodded. “Please.”
