Page 128 of In Between Death and the Devil

“Why don’t you find out?” I asked, my voice breathless.

“Such a brat.” He tsked. “If you can’t answer a simple question, I’ll find some other way to occupy that mouth of yours.”

Thoughts of him pushing me to my knees and ordering me to suck his cock made me lick my lips. I’d discovered I loved watching him come undone as he fucked my mouth. “And what would that be?”

Flecks of gold swirled in his eyes. “Remove your clothes.” He let me go and took a seat at one of the chairs in front of his desk, turning it so he had a clear view of me. “Now, Maeve.”

Every time he said my name, something clenched deep inside me. I took my time undoing my belt, unlacing my tunic and taking off my boots, partly because my hands were shaking—I wanted him so badly—and partly because I wanted him good and riled up so he would fuck me like he promised. My breasts bounced a little as I pulled my breast band over my head and I watched his eyes zero in on the motion. I felt his gaze on me like a brand as each article of clothing hit the floor until I was naked.

“Pick up that belt and come here.”

I slowly bent over, making sure he got a good view of my ass. Then I walked over to him, putting a little sway into my hips, until I stood between his legs.

“Give it to me.”

I placed the belt in his outstretched hand.

Standing, he held it in front of my face with both his hands. “Open that smart mouth.”

My heart kicked into a gallop. This wasn’t at all how I thought things would go, but denying me his cock when I wanted it was a punishment. Did I want him to gag me? We hadn’t done this before.

“Maeve.” His chiding tone made my stomach flip, but it was the questioning look in his eyes that made me clench my thighs together. If I didn’t want to do this, he’d stop. He’d proved that over and over. The care he took with me was such a turn on.

I held his gaze for a moment before I opened my mouth, letting him gag me. He looped the belt around my head, tying it tight enough that it wouldn’t slip but not so tight that it hurt. He didn’t take his eyes from my face the entire time.

“If you need to tap out or want things to stop you slap my thigh, understand?” He took my hand and showed me what he meant.

I nodded.

“Good girl.” He sat back down, leaving me wondering how those two words could be so erotic. “Come sit on my lap.” He guided me to straddle him, so we were face to face.

I whimpered. With my legs spread, cool air hit my center, and I was suddenly aware of how empty I was. How wet. How I clenched around nothing.

Fen stroked my face. “Poor Maeve. You’re feeling needy, aren’t you?”

I squirmed, nodding.

“Is this what you want?” He dropped one of his hands between my legs, dragging his fingers from slit to apex, circling my clit, then traveling back down to fill me with two of his fingers. The heel of his palm brushed against my clit with every movement.

A strangled moan left me as I rocked my hips, the friction exquisite. Bracing my hands on his chest, I rode his hand as he pumped his fingers in and out at the perfect pace. My pleasure climbed with every stroke until he abruptly pulled out, leaving me empty once more.

He licked his fingers clean as I watched in aroused dismay. It was hot, but his mouth was not where I wanted his fingers.

“I said I was going to punish you, Maeve. Bad girls don’t get to come. And you were very, very bad facing that Wraith all alone. Making me watch you in the clutches of a Wraith for the second time.”

I couldn’t hold back a needy whine. When he’d said he wanted to punish me, this wasn’t what I had in mind.

“Quiet.” He swatted my ass.

It was a tap compared to what I craved, and I slapped my hands against his chest in frustration.

Capturing my hands in his, he leaned forward slightly. “Are you tapping out?” I shook my head and he chuckled darkly, settling back in his chair. “Don’t worry, darling. I’ll let you come. But only on my terms, when I say so. Understood?”

Panting around my gag, I nodded.

“Good girl.” He let my hands go. “Now, fuck yourself with your own fingers.”

I didn’t have to be told twice. Snaking my hand between my legs, I leaned back and braced myself on one of his thighs with the other. With my hips tilted towards him I plunged my fingers inside of me, first two and then three.