Chapter 7
Seven
VIC
It’s too dark to really make out the surprise on her face, but she squeals and runs toward the back wall. My lips peel back in a hungry smile. Such a good listener. I chase her, easily closing the distance, but she cuts to the side before I can grab her. I pivot and follow her around three barriers. A growl slips past my lips as I catch a glimpse of her crawling through a little cutout.
Fucking. Vixen.
My blood is hot in my veins as I dive after her, managing to graze my fingers over her ankle. She took off her heels. Scrambling away, she sets off toward the front of the room, and I growl as I shove myself through the little hole.
If she reaches for that door again...no. I don’t let myself finish that thought. Instead, I sprint after her, this time catching her around the waist. “Gotcha.” She moans as I slam her back against my front, and one of my hands finds her throat and the other cups her cunt, holding her prone in my arms.
Her pulse is frantic against my palm, making my balls tighten.
I slide my fingers under her teddy as I drag her back into the depths of the room, stroking over the soaking lacy material covering her. “You almost got away,” I whisper in her ear. “But remember what I told you?”
“I’m yours?” she rasps.
Pride swelling in my chest, I shove the thong aside, stopping next to the obstacle that reaches up to my hips. She’s soaked for me already, and I glide my fingers through her slick, biting back a groan. “Fuck, you’re so wet,” I tell her right as I find her clit.
She bucks into my hand as I tease over the sensitive spot. “Oh my god.”
“He’s not here.” I spear two fingers into her cunt, dropping my nose to her neck and breathing in. I know I won’t find her scent, but instincts are hard to fight, and she trembles as I try to search for it, exhaling hot air over her skin as she clenches around my digits. She’s so eager.
Extracting my fingers, I bring them to her mouth and paint her lips. She parts without needing to be told. Fuck, that’s hot. I push into her mouth, and she immediately seals her lips around them, rolling her tongue over my skin and tasting herself with a throaty moan.
I move the hand around her throat down to her thong, grasping the flimsy material and shoving it down her legs. She shimmies her thighs, that full ass grinding over my cock with the movement, to help take it off. Pumping my fingers into her mouth like I would my cock, I keep her right where she is and peel off the teddy, leaving her in just her bra full of our toys.
Guiding her forward, I lead her closer to the obstacle until she’s pinned between it and me. I pull my fingers from her mouth and reach into her bra, grabbing the clit teaser first. The toy vibrates to life when I press the silver button on the bottom. Starting at her stomach, I slowly drag it down her body, reveling in the way she trembles as I get closer to where she wants me.
Her hair is soft against my palm as I grab a fistful, wrenching her head to the side. I brush my lips over her fluttering pulse, then press the teaser to her clit, chuckling against her skin when her hips buck at the sudden sensation. So responsive. I graze my teeth over her neck and gently roll the clit teaser back and forth, giving her only moments of reprieve from the vibrations before the toy centers over the bundle of nerves.
She whimpers, and I bite down on her neck, not hard enough to give her a true mark, of course, but enough to leave a mark of a different kind. I want her covered in bruises by the time I’m done with her. Little reminders of who has control.
“Yessss,” she rasps, rocking her hips against my hand and the toy as I suckle at where I bit her.
Oh, no, little doe. You’re not in control of the pace . With a wicked smile, I release her hair and cup her breast instead, kneading it and dropping my head onto her shoulder. “Mmm, what a pretty pet you are.” I part her with two of my fingers and hold the toy right over that sensitive spot, clicking the button to make it vibrate even harder.
Unintelligible noises tumble past those lush lips, but she’s stopped rocking into it. Her body tightens in my arms, and she tries to shy away from the orgasm. I squeeze her tit and grind my cock against her ass. “You can’t hide from this,” I murmur, sliding the teaser back and forth over her. “You’re going to take everything I give you, aren’t you?”
She nods and mumbles something that sounds faintly like yes .
“That’s my girl,” I praise, sliding my other hand down and shifting my position, so I can thrust two fingers inside of her. Her walls, soft with little ripples along their length, clamp around my digits. Fuck, I want her choking my cock like that. But not yet.
I thrust them in deep, curling my fingers inside of her and stroking her G-spot before clicking the teaser again, hitting the highest setting on the toy.
“Vic,” she moans, legs giving out. But I lean us both forward, resting her hips against the obstacle, which serves to press my hand and the toy harder against her. Her sounds of pleasure go straight to my cock as she thrashes beneath me, trying to stop it before she truly reaches the peak, but I won’t let her. Keeping her pinned, I stroke her from the inside and press the teaser against her skin. I bite her again—this time, just a little harder—and she loses all control, screaming and coming all over my hand.
I tug on her neck, making sure she’ll see that bruise in the morning, then release her and move my mouth to her ear. “I’m not even close to being finished with you.”