Chapter 12
With my dare, I’m testing boundaries. I can’t help it. He’s set off something inside me I can’t control.
“I’m calling the shots here, princess. Lose the panties. I want to watch you finger yourself.” His voice transforms into a deep growl.
Does that mean he’s losing control? Do I want him to?
I stare into the darkness, debating.
No. I want him to be strong enough to take control from me and keep it.
“Now.”
The word comes out of the shadows like a growl, and I snap into action. I drag the black scrap of lace down my legs and kick it off my ankles.
“Throw them to me.”
I reach down, pick up the fabric, and crumple it into a ball before pitching it in his general direction. His hand comes out of the darkness to snag it in midair before bringing it toward his face.
“You smell fucking incredible, and I bet you taste even better. Get those fingers in your pussy. I want to watch you make yourself come.”
How is it possible that watching the shadow of a man smell my underwear is hotter than whatever is happening in the next room? I’ve completely lost track of that because the man in this room is a million times more magnetic with his rough voice and filthy orders.
A rough voice and filthy orders that I’m quickly growing addicted to.
“You do not want to make me wait.”
The warning rasps over my nipples, and I’m more aware than ever of my body and its completely obscene position. My fingers hover over the top of my right stocking, only inches away from my center.
Am I really going to do this?
The answer flashes through my brain without any hesitation.
Of course I am, but I’m going to make him want it just as bad as I do.
My hand drops to just above my pussy, and I dart out a fingertip to trace the path I’ve already taken.
I’m not just following orders—I’m putting on a show.
My finger circles my clit, and my eyes adjust more to the darkness where he sits. His fist clenches tighter around my panties.
“I didn’t say tease yourself.”
“Too bad.”
He moves quicker than I anticipated, rising out of the chair, shoving his cock back in his pants and buttoning them before crossing the room to stand directly in front of my spread legs. He crouches down and the unzipped fly of his pants gaps, allowing me a glimpse of his veined shaft.
“My eyes are up here.”
My gaze cuts to his as he reaches out and grips the arms of the chair, boxing me in. The lace of my panties peeks out from beneath his flattened right hand.
“Don’t stop on my account. We’re just getting started.” From his crouching position, he leans forward, dipping his face between my legs and inhaling deeply. “God, I want to taste you. Now, finger-fuck that pussy.”
Speechless. He’s rendered me completely speechless. However, my body doesn’t suffer the same paralysis as my tongue.
My fingers grow a life of their own and slide between my legs. My gaze locks on his face and the hunger burning in those blue eyes.
Has anyone ever looked at me like that before? Like he might starve to death if he doesn’t get a taste of me?
Power radiates through me and I’m spurred on, sliding deeper, spreading my pussy lips apart. Baring myself to his gaze.
It’s indecent. Wanton. Dirty. And I love it.
“More.”
I slide one finger inside and moan, letting my knees fall farther apart.
“Fuck. Yes.”
My hips rock into my own little thrusts, and I fuck myself for him. My moans grow louder, and so do his growls.
He’s coming unglued, but not faster than I am. My orgasm is sneaking up on me quicker than ever before in my life. Then again, I’ve never experienced anything nearly as incendiary as this moment.
“Make yourself come.”
I wasn’t waiting for his permission, but that order kicks up the urgency driving me to the next level.
When his nostrils flare, my vision begins to blur and I move my hand faster, pumping in and out and grinding the heel of my palm on my clit.
“I’m so close.”
I pull my fingers free and press down hard on my clit, and my body responds like it’s the button for my detonation.