Chapter 10
CHAPTER 10
L ily
Doesn’t matter. He lifts an impatient brow, letting me know I have to do as he suggests.
I take the vibrator from his hand, my fingers brushing against his, sending a jolt of electricity up my arm and straight to my aching core. My fingers tremble with desire as they close around its silky surface. It not only purrs, but the heat radiating from it seems to seep into my skin, spreading a pleasant sensation through my body. “It’s warm.”
He takes it back, turning it off. The hum leaves the room. “Now get that skirt hitched up and those pretty panties I know you must be wearing down.”
He stands there, staring. Waiting, watching, and turning the vibrator on and off, teasing me.
I grab the hem of my skirt, wriggling it up as fast as I can, desperate to see what that little vibrator can do. Heat flashes over my face as I grab the waistband of my silky panties. He licks his lips with desire as he watches me scootch them down my thighs. I step out of the panties, holding them in my hand.
I’m now wearing stockings, but I’m bare from the tops of them to my waist. The cool air caresses me as his gaze devours the sight.
He holds out a hand. “I’ll take those.”
“My panties?” I ask.
“Yes.”
Is he going to keep them?
I hand him the panties. He slips them into his pocket. The gesture feels so naughty, so wrong. So possessive. I love it.
But the panties are forgotten as he steps closer. The tension within me coils tighter, the anticipation of what he has to offer consuming me. His eyes lock with mine, filled with an unspoken promise of pleasure and satisfaction.
With a gentle smile, he leans in, his breath warm against my ear as he whispers, “Close your eyes and let your inhibitions melt away.”
Obediently, I shut my eyes, feeling the weight of his gaze on my face as I wait for him to instruct me further. With one hand on my shoulder, my eyes still closed, he guides me back a few steps. He pushes me down into the chair. My bare ass hits the cool wood.
He gives a throaty command, his tone filled with need. “Spread your legs, baby.”
I obey, heat and shame filling me as I part my sex, wet with arousal. The scent of my pussy reaches me, and I realize he must smell my wanting as well.
“Imagine yourself in the most erotic setting you can think of,” he begins, his voice low and hypnotic. “A place where you’re free to explore your deepest desires, where no boundaries exist.”
“This room.” I give a breathy laugh. “I’m picturing this room with you right now. Exactly what we are doing.”
“Then you might as well open your eyes and look at me,” he says. His eyes lock on mine, the hunger in them mirroring my own. His mouth is so close to mine that I feel the warmth on my lips. “Are you ready?”
Before I can answer, he thrusts the vibrator toward my pussy, the pulsating tip making contact with my swollen, engorged clitoris. I let out a gasp, my eyes widening in shock. The vibrator feels incredible, making delicious tingles running all over my body.
He guides the toy, circling my clit with it, and I begin to moan in rhythm with the pulsating hum. My hips arch, meeting the vibrator as he teases me further. I can feel my arousal building, the desire within me growing stronger with each passing moment.
With one hand gripping the back of my neck, he gently pushes me back into the chair. “There’s a good girl. Don’t leave your chair.” He continues to tease me. I wiggle and writhe, completely under his control. My arms tremble, my legs quiver with need.
He leans in close, his lips brushing against my ear. “Do you want this? Do you want me to make you come?”
I nod, my voice caught in my throat. I want him. I want this.
“I need to come.”
I did it! I said the words. I’m so satisfied in myself in this moment. I feel sexy, I feel incredible! I’m about to have the best orgasm of my life?—
The vibrator cuts off.
For a half-second, my body’s not registering what’s happened. My core is still coiled, ready to spring, while my arms and legs are loose and languid with endorphins. Then the mind-blowing realization sets in.
“Wh-what are you doing?” My fingertips dig into the bottom of the chair’s seat. “Why did you stop?”
“To test your memory.”
Huh? I also had to memorize all the presidents in the third grade, but neither seems relevant now.
“Remember when I warned you I might bring out one of my toys, seeing how many times I can make you come before you pass out from pleasure?” he asks.
Focused only on coming this particular time… my mind is too hazy to recollect his words. “I’m sure you said something about that—in your office or here when you first brought me in this room but can you just please—” My body starts to warm, heat pulsing through my pussy; I feel hot, my underarms prickling with perspiration. “I’m sorry. I just need to come.”
“Patience, beautiful girl. Have I told you how pretty you look? How sexy you are?” He presses the non-vibrating toy against my aching sex. The pressure, combined with the warmth of the silicone, feels so good—I feel myself getting wetter.
But it’s not enough.
“Please,” I say.
“I like to hear you beg.” His voice is so sultry I get a little more wet. “But tell me something you think will make me turn the vibrator on and take care of this needy little pussy of yours.”
“You’re so handsome?” I squeak. The need is too great. I want to press my thighs together, but he stands between them, and so does his wicked little toy.
He pushes the vibrator harder against me with a chuckle. “That’s nice, but not what I want to hear.”
I let out a moan. Think, Lily. What does he want to hear? What can you say to get him to bring you to that place as quickly and painlessly as possible? “Please. I know you’re in charge. You’re in control. Please, let me come.”
“Good girl.” He turns on the vibrator, turning it up so the intensity increases.
“Oh, god. Finally!” My fingers dig into the chair’s arms, the friction of my clitoris against the toy making my mind go blank. My sight goes funny, my heart pounds, and a strange buzzing sound fills my ears.
His free hand begins to explore my body, tracing my legs and massaging my inner thighs. “Oh, god, that feels good. Your hands…” My heart races, my breath shallow, as I succumb to his touch. His lips find their way to my neck, leaving a trail of gentle kisses that make goosebumps rise on my flesh.
My muscles tighten with anticipation, my fists clench and unclench, and my palms grow sweaty. The energy inside me rises, a hissing and bubbling pressure threatening to burst. The tension feels like a physical weight in my gut, pressing down on my core and squeezing it tight. It’s like an electric current of need running through my body.
Losing the orgasm and then having it come back to me makes it so much stronger. I cry out, “Oh, my god!” as the start of the climax ricochets through my helpless body.
He’s chuckling at me as I cry, “It’s too much. I can’t take anymore.” I push the vibrator away.
“You’ll take everything I give you,” he says, holding the toy inches from my pussy.
“No. I can’t,” I gasp, but the sound of the doorbell ringing echoes through the house, making me choke on the breath.
As the waves of aftershock pass through me, Rockwell shuts the vibrator off.
He gives a deep growl, running a hand through his hair. “Who could that be?”
A familiar voice rings out from somewhere on the first floor of the house. “Ding dong! Rock? You home?”