“I don’t need a safe word. There’s nothing you could do to hurt me.”
I tip my chin back. “I can be very intimidating. What if you decide to run away fromme?”
I expect him to laugh, but his deep voice drops to an even lower rumble. “Nothing would ever make me run away from you.”
“Bones…” His name is somewhere between a protest and a breathy plea.
This is suddenly too intense. Too real.
And I’ve never been so aroused in my life.
He releases a purely masculine, satisfied hum. “I do love when you say my name like that. It sounds even sweeter in person. I wonder if your cunt is as sweet as your voice.”
He cups my cheek in one broad hand, hooking his thumb beneath my jaw to trap me in place. I go utterly still as his other hand brushes just above my knee.
The black sockets of the skull mask shield his eyes. This close, I can see that there’s some sort of dark lens over them to completely obscure his features. I can’t see anything about his physical appearance, but he’s studying me as though he’s drinking in every nuance of my expression.
When I don’t push his hand away, he eases his touch higher, slowly skimming up my thigh. The silken material of my skirt sliding beneath his smooth, leather-clad fingers is a delicious sensation.
“Spread your legs for me.”
I obey immediately. I’m aching for the mercy of erotic release, and there’s no shame or embarrassment holding me back. I could never feel shame over what I share with Bones. He understands my darkest desires more deeply than anyone I’ve ever known.
He keeps me trapped with one hand on my face, and the other teases my inner thighs. His glove glides through my arousal when he reaches my labia, tracing the shape of my folds through the scrap of white lace that barely covers me.
“Did you wear this for me?” he asks.
“I wasn’t planning on showing my underwear to anyone else tonight.” I try to quip, but my retort is shaky.
“That mouth,” he half-groans, rubbing his thumb over my lower lip. “You don’t know how you make me ache, Karolina. It’s only fair that I make you suffer too.”
One gloved finger hooks through my panties, tugging them to one side to grant him better access to my pussy. I gasp at the barest brush of his thumb over my clit. My core clenches and then relaxes, and he slides that thick finger inside me, slow and deliberate.
“I know you’ve played with yourself all these years, but I need to stretch you wide for me. You will accept everything I demand of you tonight.”
I tense, and he shushes me gently. “Not my cock, kitten. I have other games planned for you. I know you love your toys, but you’ll have to take my fingers first.”
He pumps in and out of me, crooking his finger to find the most sensitive spot inside me. When he rubs it directly, my back arches on a moan.
“That’s it. Open up for me. Good girl.”
A second finger enters me, achingly slow and careful. Sweat beads on my brow, and my entire body quivers at the incredible sense of fullness. I’ve taken my vibrator plenty of times, but his hand is massive. And when he presses a third finger against my entrance, I buck with a whine of protest.
He pauses, teasing through the wetness that coats my inner thighs. The little circular pattern he traces is hypnotic and irresistibly alluring. He’s playing my body like his favorite instrument, and I marvel at how much more intense our connection is when it’s his hand touching me rather than my own.
He releases my cheek from his gentle grip. His glove skims down my neck, tracing a smooth line to my cleavage. He caresses the swells of my breasts where they’re pushed up by the corseted dress, and my nipples pebble against the silky material.
He growls his approval and rubs the hard buds through the silk, toying with them.
“Not wearing a bra?” he asks. “What a dirty girl. All of this is for me. Your breasts, your cunt. Your submission. All mine.”
“Who’s submitting?” I pant, even as my fingernails bite into his shoulders, clinging on tight to tether me to reality.
“You are.”
To prove his point, he grinds his thumb over my clit and slides all three fingers inside me.
“Feel how your pretty little body yields to me? You were made for this.”
