He’s far too damn patient, taking his time, torturing me. The egg peaks and subsides. His touch flirts with my clit, my opening, and everything between. My arousal sits just beneath the precipice, wanting me to beg for more.
My whimpers echo in the quiet of the room. Theonly sounds he makes is his breathing, close to my ear.
Minutes pass. I have no idea how many. My body jerks against him, over and over, each touch rubbing my ass and back against his jeans and chest.
The egg peaks again, driving my need to the very edge.
“Fuck.” It comes out on a breath, high and short. So out of my control. So embarrassing.
“What’s the package?” he murmurs.
But I can’t even think to give him an answer. I’m so close. If he continues, I know I’m going to come whether he lets me or not. “Please, Declan.” I give in at last. “Pleaselet me come.”
The egg shuts off. His touch disappears.
I wail, a sound I’ve never made before. So needy, so desperate. I hate hearing myself make it, but I still can’t help it.
“You’re doing so well,” he says into my ear. “Shall we try again?”
I expect him to ask me that damn package question, but he doesn’t. He just starts the egg at its lowest level. My arousal had barely drawn back from the edge, and it jumps up. But it’s not enough by itself; I need the friction.
His fingers toy with my folds, dipping into my opening for more of my wetness, and spreading it up over my clit. Such a light touch, still not enough. Deliberately torturing me, trying to make me beg and break.
Back and forth, gentle and teasing. Minute afterminute. Over and over, until my legs are shaking, and I’d be hanging from the ropes if he wasn’t holding me.
“You’re a bastard,” I breathe, my jaw trembling like I’m cold. I’m so not cold. “An utter, fucking,bastard.”
“And you’re gorgeous. Naked, wet, willing, and helpless.”
I’m notwilling.
Okay, I might be willing.Ifhe gives me what I need.
“Please, Declan.” I say it even though I didn’t mean to. Then it doesn’t seem to matter if I continue. “I need more.”
“What’s the package?” He circles my clit, barely touching it.
“Your fucking package! I’m going to take that goddamn package and shove it up your—”
“Such a hellcat.” Amusement in his voice. “I’m starting to think you don’t know.”
“No shit! I’ve told you I don’t know!”
“So you have. Ten more minutes, and if you still haven’t answered me, we’ll try something else.”
Ten more minutes? Has it been an hour already?
What ‘something else’?
But the egg begins vibrating at a higher level, and two fingers rub over my clit, back and forth, his touch so light it’s just another torture. I’m right there, on the very edge.
But he’s learned.
He knows exactly what I can take, and whatwill push me to beg him to let me come.
He hasn’t stopped for so long. I’ve been so damn close forages, desperate for just a littlemore.
“I hate you so much.”
