3. Karolina #2
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.”
“Bones, please…”
I’m so unbearably full, and his huge body presses against me—a shadowy cage that’s far too close.
The little thrill of fear I love so much tingles down my spine. My inner muscles contract around his fingers, and my breaths come fast and hot.
He withdraws his touch abruptly. I cry out at the loss, the denial.
“Hey!” I protest. “Don’t stop now.”
He chuckles. “Being edged is the most delicious torment. Now you know how I’ve felt all these years.”
I blink at him. “You come every time we’re on a call.”
He leans in closer, until his forehead rests on mine. I’m speared by his inky stare.
“I’ve had to watch you get off while I finish in my own hand,” he says gruffly. “Nothing could compare to touching you. Do you know how goddamn hard I am right now? I would only hurt like this for you, Karolina.”
Against my better judgment, I touch his masked cheek, and he freezes.
“I understand,” I murmur. “Nothing could’ve prepared me for this. For being with you.”
The sensual tension in the limo is thick enough to cut, so I toss my hair back and try for a lighter tone. “Now, are you going to make me come, or not?”
He shakes his head. “I think not, my naughty kitten. Not yet.”
He pulls back from my shockingly tender touch and removes something from his pocket: a black, egg-shaped vibrator with a delicate loop at one end. At its widest point, it’s a bit bigger than the dildo I keep in my nightstand.
I swallow hard. I’m grateful that he’s taken the time to prepare me for this.
The idea of denying him doesn’t even cross my mind. I’m hot and desperate for him. I’ll gladly take the vibe inside me if that’s what gets me off.
He watches me intently as he presses it against my entrance, reading every nuance of my rapturous expression. It’s not vibrating yet, but I know enough about toys like this from my spicy romance novels that I can guess what’s coming.
His thumb circles my clit, and my softened body yields easily. The vibrator slips inside me, bumping against my g-spot as it settles into place.
“Turn it on,” I pant, circling my hips in a mindless rhythm, seeking more stimulation.
“Oh, I will,” he promises darkly. “You keep bragging about how fast you are. Did you really think I would give you a chance of outrunning me? I think this will be a nice distraction. You’ll have to concentrate very hard if you want to evade me without moaning in pleasure.”
My eyes narrow. “That wasn’t part of the deal.”
“We didn’t make a deal. This isn’t a negotiation. You gave yourself to me the moment you got in this limo. The only way out is your safe word.”
“That’s not fair,” I pout. “You can’t—”
He slides three fingers into my open mouth, and I taste my arousal on his glove.
“I can do whatever I want,” he says over my muffled protest. “Don’t forget to breathe when I allow it.”
There’s a small black remote in his free hand.
Now that he has me in this vulnerable position, I don’t want him to use it.
I’m so close to coming apart completely, and I can’t risk surrendering so much control.
It’s not just my body at stake in this moment; he threatens to overwhelm all reason and drive me mad with desire.
I try to shake my head in staunch refusal, but his fingers delve deeper into my mouth, almost touching the back of my throat.
“This is happening, Karolina,” he warns. “If you can’t speak your safe word, snap your fingers to get me to stop. I think I like having your sassy tongue trapped.”
To prove his point, he presses down on my tongue. I can’t do more than whimper softly and remain utterly still.
The shadows darken around him, and his crimson skull becomes the center of my world. I can’t speak. I can’t breathe. He commands my full attention, and I’m drowning in his control.
Then he presses a button on the remote, and the vibrator comes to life. It stimulates my g-spot, and I grind against his thigh in wanton abandon.
My mind starts to float from lack of oxygen, but I don’t want him to release me. All that keeps me grounded to reality are his thick fingers filling up my mouth. His thumb hooks beneath my chin, applying light pressure that secures the makeshift gag of his hand.
My grip on his shoulders flexes and then softens, and I melt into him. My lashes flutter, my eyes threatening to roll back in bliss.
“Look at me,” he commands.
My gaze snaps to his dark sockets. The disconnect of being fully laid bare before him while I can’t even see his eyes only heightens my lust. My entire body shakes, and pleasure gathers at my core.
The vibrations stop, and his fingers slide out of my mouth. I gasp in a breath and release it on a desperate groan.
“No. Don’t stop. Please…”
“Playtime is over for now,” he mocks. “We’re here, Karolina. It’s time for the hunt.”