“As torturer, you should feel even better than the torturee, right? You should pleasure yourself by using me over and over,” he told her solemnly. “It’s the first rule of the book. Take pleasure out of the act of torturing.”
Helen positioned herself over the stiff erection, teasing him, but not using any pressure.
“That feels so good,” Jed whispered. “You’re so wet and I want to be inside you. Torture me more, Elena. Take me inside you.”
“Okay, and then I’m going to sit so still you’re going to beg for me to move,” she teased.
She pushed down slowly. He slid in easily, her slickness betraying her state of arousal. She closed her eyes as pressure built. She inhaled as she pushed down more. Her eyes opened involuntarily at the feel of him.
“It’s even more torturous if you don’t let me in all the way,” he instructed. “Light shallow strokes build an urgent need in a man to turn over and fuck hard.”
Curious with where he was going with this, Helen followed his suggestion. His gaze was heated as he watched where they were joined.
This was not virtual reality playing tricks with her fantasy. She knew it wasn’t. The feel of him was different, a tight sensation that felt, not unfamiliar, because they had done this before, but now, with her on top, she understood. Especially when he started flexing inside her.
“I...it’s...you’re...” She couldn’t continue. She hadn’t known it in the dark, and he hadn’t done it that night, but at this angle, his erection was pushing against a very sensitive spot in there, prodding and insistent. She could feel him rubbing inside, creating an urgent need to reciprocate, to get it to strokethatspot. She leaned forward, putting her weight on his shoulders. He shifted his legs, pushing his body lower in the bed so that his erection remained where he’d suggested—only deep enough, but not all the way. The wicked and insistent kneading continued. And it felt so good, Helen couldn’t move. “You tricked me!”
“I’m not moving my hands, just as we agreed,” he said. “I’m just starting my torture. The more you feel good, the more you will want to reward me by pushing down deep, and the closer I’ll get to coming.”
“Not going to let you come,” she ground out in a half moan, as she clamped his lower body with her thighs, trying not to move. But thatonly served to heighten her state of arousal as he teased her closer to the edge of maddening orgasm. To get there, she had to move.
“Don’t let me stop you from coming. Torture me, Elena.”
She couldn’t help herself. She started riding him slowly. Every time she pushed down, she felt the thick head of his penis teasing that spot inside, and she groaned as he flexed. Sitting on top like this, she could adjust her position so he’d get there just right. Without thinking, she slid her knees lower, looking for the perfect angle...and she was lost as she started coming hard. She cried as her lower body jerked eagerly, chasing that intimate caress that took her breath away every time it stroked her rightthere.
“I haven’t forgotten that you’re still in a sensitive state, Elena.”
A hand came down on her lower back—he was totally a disobedient torturee, she thought weakly—and held her down fast, not allowing her to get out of position, and then the slight movement of his hips made her cry out again. Her thighs fastened around him like iron as he kept her immobile, just at the angle she’d wanted. He thrust, almost gently, seeking the sweet spot that had given her that deep pleasure. It wasn’t a difficult task, since she could hear herself whimper the moment he located it, and she swam in mindless pleasure as the damn man held her peaking, tumbling over, and peaking again, as he seemed perfectly happy to just flex deep inside her forever.
Never let a man locate one’s G-spot, she thought, even as she went under yet another time. Willingly. She felt his hand sliding between them and moaned helplessly as he started to build pleasure there too, till she couldn’t think any more. She shuddered, coming so hard she screamed against his hard chest.
He finally relented and pushed her back to a sitting position. She teetered. He was deep inside her. She glared down at his unrepentant expression.
“I didn’t come. Punish me some more.” He didn’t even wait. Hands on her hips, he started moving her up and down his hard length and he closed his eyes, savoring the feel of her. “You feel so good, Elena. You’re torturing me so well.”
“Not fair,” she told him weakly, “you knew I didn’t want you touching me because I’m still having my problem.”
He pushed her tumbled hair out of the way. “I know. You’re stubborn. But you wanted to have your cake and eat it too, hmm? Driving me crazy because you knew I’d be driving you crazy once I started.”
Helen sniffed. How did he get to understand her crazy logic so well? “I wanted to know for sure it’s not some kind of sexual manipulation you’re pulling on me, that’s all. There’s no getting overthe fact that I’m at a disadvantage because I’m turned on by you and this state isn’t going away till I...don’t do that!”
He was flexing inside her again, his hands angling her hips this way and that. She could feel the slide of him against her pubic bone and she straightened, trying to get away from that addictive touch.
“Why not? You need to get your body chemistry back to normal. Once you’re sated, we’ll see whether I can drive you crazy without the help of serum-induced lust.”
Her laughter came out in hiccups. “I like your crazy logic.” Hewasbeing his manipulative self, but it felt too damn good to argue right now. “So, let’s see. Am I torturing you still?”
“Hmm, of course. I can’t come till you’re truly satisfied. That’s going to be a long torture, I promise.”
That sounded more like a threat than a promise, but Helen didn’t have time to think about it. He had begun again. She hissed as he pressed gentle fingers just above her pubic bone, searching, even as his other hand on the small of her back pulled her forward with determined insistence, until she reassumed the earlier position. He thrust up, hard, rocking her back and forth while the fingers pressed down. A gasp escaped her lips, telling him he’d found what he was looking for.
“It’s usually easier to find after the first orgasm.”
“Jed...” But there was no stopping him from stroking that erogenous spot inside her. The pleasure was molten hot, as if he were building a fire by just rubbing. She groaned as he positioned her on his body, arranging her with unerring knowledge for her to achieve maximum friction. Then his hand was back between them, pressing down on her mons while he flexed his hips upwards.
The sensation made her cry out, her hands grabbing at the bed sheets. Her head thrashed against his body. She took a bite of hard male flesh and tasted the salty sheen of his skin. She had never known that the inner walls of her vagina could become so sensitive, but the more he provoked her inner flesh, the more the pressure built, until she shattered. And still he kept her in position, the iron clamp of his legs making sure the angle was so...damn...fabulously...right.
“Enough?” His voice was polite, as if he wasn’t deliberately driving her out of her mind with pleasure.
