I let my fingers wander up her bare thighs, higher and higher, savoring every shiver I pull out of her. Each tremor she gives me feeds this … this ravenous hunger, the need to take more, to never stop until there’s nothing of her left that isn’t mine.
My fingers trail higher between her thighs, and she parts them wider without even thinking, like her body already knows who it belongs to.
“Have you ever touched yourself, picturing someone?” I ask.
She pulls back, her eyes fixating on mine, her lower lip trembling.
“You.”
Fuck …
“Show me.”
“What?”
“Show me how you did it.” I grab her outer thighs and pull her closer to me, drawing a soft gasp from her lips. “Show me the way you want me to touch you,” I whisper, planting soft kisses on her thighs. Her breathing comes out shaky, but her soft moans expose her need. “Show me how deep inside of you you want me to reach.”
“I-I can’t …”
I stroke the length of her pussy over her already soaked lace thong, savoring the way her body betrays her. She gasps, tilting her head back, already offering herself without thinking. What she doesn’t understand is that there’s no “giving” tonight. There’s only me taking, and her learning that everything she is belongs to me.
“Yes, you can, little orchid,” I say, grabbing her wrist. “I’m not allowed to touch you, and tonight, I’ll obey like a good boy.” I lick her fingers. “I watch. You play.”
I trap her hand beneath mine, forcing her own trembling finger to circle her clit exactly the way I want—slow, merciless, agonizing.
“Adam …”
Her body jerks at the contact, but she has no control here. She’s not pleasuring herself; she’s a puppet, and I’m pulling the strings.
Each torturous circle drags a whimper out of her, and I savor it like proof of ownership. She’ll learn her body isn’t hers to command. Not anymore. Every shiver, every desperate gasp is mine to decide when and how she gets it.
“Show me exactly how filthy you can be for me.”
She takes the initiative and strokes her soaked pussy without following my lead anymore.
“Fuck, you need to see this,” I groan, unable to hold myself back.
I grab her and spin her around, pulling her onto my lap, her back pressed to my chest, the bed beneath us, the mirror ahead forcing her to watch.
“Beautiful. Spread for me. Show me what’s mine,” I growl in her ear, causing a choked moan to escape her lips.
One hand forces her thighs wider, leaving her exposed, while the other clamps around her throat, keeping her caged tight against me.
“Fuck, you’re so fucking forbidden, so fucking tempting.”
“We shouldn’t …” she mumbles between her moans.
I shove her own fingers inside her, making her gasp louder, her hips jerking helplessly, begging without words for what I won’t give. She’s already drowning in need, but I’ll drag it outuntil she breaks for me. I keep her pinned, shoving her fingers in and out, until her sweet whimpers sound like surrender.
“Keep your eyes on me. Watch what you do to me while you fuck yourself.”
The sight of her unraveling under my hand makes my cock ache with the kind of pain that feels like punishment, but watching her squirm, using her own hand against her, is worth every second of torment. Her body doesn’t belong to her anymore. It’s just the fuck-toy I play with.
“You look so fucking perfect. You don’t even need me inside you to belong to me completely.”
“Adam, I’m?—”
My fingers tighten around her throat, pinning her in place. “Look at me,” I growl, looking at her through the mirror.
