“No,” he drawls. “In the library.”
My heart skips a beat.
“Please don’t do this,” I whisper as I scurry past the annoyed woman.
“Where do you think they keep their most boring books?” he muses. “Try the Philosophy section.”
“I can’t.”
He ignores my protest. “Maybe there’s some sort of helpful philosophical principle to describe your current predicament. You should look into it.”
“Don’t tease me about this,” I beg. “It’s not funny.”
“I find it immensely amusing. Your blush really is delicious.” His tone hardens. “Go to the Philosophy section. This isn’t a request.”
“Fine,” I say quickly. “I’m going. I’ll look up whatever sick game this is and see if I can find a way to navigate it with my dignity intact.”
His low laugh makes me shiver in arousal and trepidation.
“Your dignity will be in tatters by the time I’m finished with you. Swallow your pride, Karolina. Obey me. This is your punishment.”
“I thought you were talking about the orgasm denial.”
“You’re going to have an orgasm. Right now. See, I can be a kind master.”
A little growl of frustration escapes me. “You don’t own me.”
“You can tell yourself that while you come all over your hand in the middle of the library.”
“I can’t,” I protest again.
“You keep saying that, but you’re in the Philosophy section, aren’t you?”
Damn it.I almost forgot he can see me when I’m simply staring at a black screen.
“Lean back against the shelf and torment your breasts. Hold the phone up so I can see you obey me.”
“Bones…” I whimper his name, but that only seems to please him more.
The sadist.
And I’m getting wet.
His rumbling hum of approval at my wanton state seems to roll through my body to my core, stimulating me like the vibrator he put inside me at the hunt.
“Go on,” he prompts. “Or I’ll make this so much worse for you.”
“That’s not possible.” My cheeks burn as I caress my breasts through my lavender sweater.
“You have no idea, kitten. But you’re being a good girl for me now, aren’t you? Pinch your nipples.”
Compelled by his will, my hand slips under my shirt and bra. Little sparks of pleasure zing from my nipples to my clit when I obey.
My head tips back on a sharp gasp at the burst of pleasure, bumping into the books behind me.
I freeze, and the little thrill of fear that I might be discovered only heightens my lust.
This is sick and twisted, but I’m getting off on it.
