Chapter 19 #2
“Now you’ll open for me.” His voice is a velvet thread that I hold onto tightly.
He spreads his thighs—slow, deliberate—hips tilting forward, his hard cock angling toward me. The movement is obscene, unapologetic, and his eyes flick to mine, checking, still with me?
I nod, throat dry, parting my knees wide, baring my pussy to him.
For a moment, I glance away, but when I face him again, his gaze is steady, anchoring me. Good girl.
He lowers his hand and spreads two fingers, intimating that I should part my labia.
God, this is more difficult than I imagined.
Still, I close my eyes and do as he wants.
“You’re doing great, but I need you to see me.”
I have to safe word or comply. And part of me wants this experience, something to remember when he’s gone from my life.
With a sigh, I look at him, and he smiles.
His encouragement is all I need.
He motions for me to rub a finger back and forth, meaning I can’t hide my body’s reaction. I’m slick, and my clit is aching.
“Oh yeah.” His voice is a purr that dances down my spine.
Stryder moves his hands to his chest and uses his thumbs to circle his nipples in lazy, deliberate strokes. “Feel this with me.”
My fingers are cold on my skin, but my nipples harden instantly, as much from the chill as the action.
Then, holding my gaze captive, he pinches himself—hard, sharp, controlled—and a soft exhale leaves him.
My pulse pounding, I mirror him, my thumbs circling, followed by a hard pinch.
The sting shoots straight to my clit, and I gasp, the sound raw in the quiet.
“That’s it.” His smile is wickedly triumphant. “Let me hear you.”
His hand drifts lower, palm sliding over his abs, his cock getting impossibly harder.
My focus completely on him, I move my hands down my body until I’m once more touching my pussy.
He spreads his thighs even farther apart.
When I do the same, I feel the stretch and burn all the way into my muscles.
He brings his hips forward, and when I do the same, I’m utterly exposed to him.
“Now this…” Stryker cracks his palm lightly against his own thigh—smack—the sound sharp, intimate. A faint red mark blooms. “Just enough to wake the skin.”
I’ve never done anything like this.
And for the first time, I feel like I’ve wandered into dangerous territory. His. What else will he demand?
With a breath, I copy him. The sting blooms hot and sweet, making my pussy clench.
“Not so bad?”
The pleasure/pain is as intense as it is shocking.
“Now between your legs.” He wraps his fist around his cock, stroking himself once, slowly and deliberately. “Match me, Allie. Feel what I feel.”
Focusing on him as if he’s my only anchor in the world, I circle my clit in the exact rhythm he sets. The friction is exquisite torture.
Suddenly I’m damp, and my thighs tremble as he watches me with dark, hungry eyes.
He moves his hand lower, between his legs and spreads two fingers wide, and I instantly understand that he wants me to spread my labia.
Excited and nervous, wondering what he’s planning, I comply. Cool evening air rushes over my slick folds, and my clit throbs from the exposure.
He rocks his pelvis forward, just a little, angling his cock higher, the movement deliberate, inviting. I mirror, tilting my hips, pushing my pussy toward him, the stretch pulling everything tighter, baring me completely to his gaze. Will I ever get used to being so exposed?
His eyes darken, and he lifts his right hand, palm open, then brings it up, close to his cock but not quite touching.
The message is clear.
I stare, stunned, my breath catching in my throat, disbelief flooding me as heat rushes to my cheeks. He can’t mean—
“Do it, sweetheart.”
You want me to…
“Yes.”
He makes the motion a second time.
God… Squeezing my eyes closed, every part of me shaking, I tap my pussy.
Shockingly it doesn’t hurt, and I’m more aroused than I was before.
“Nice start. But look at me. Be brave.” He makes the motion again, this time a little faster.
“I—”
“Mirror me, Allie.”
Hating that I’m as fascinated as I am horrified, I spank myself a little harder.
My pussy clenches, a fresh wave of wetness coating my fingers, but I can’t move, can’t process this level of raw demand.
His cock twitches in response, and precum beads at the tip.
The taps come faster, harder, my fingers striking my most sensitive place.
Each smack echoes against the popping fire.
Our breaths deepen, and both of our hips rock.
My body responds without permission, my clit pulsing in time, aching, drenched, the sight of him pushing me closer to the edge just by watching.
“Harder.”
I hesitate for a fraction of a second before obeying.
The contact is electric, a jolt that makes me gasp.
Involuntarily I jerk my hips forward.
On and on I go.
Each sting blooms, sharply and sweetly radiating through my pussy, making my pussy swell and my folds slick with my arousal.
From somewhere outside of me, Stryker’s voice reaches me in an approving growl.
Pressure coils deep inside me, making me moan.
My vision begins to blur as I lose myself, ready to orgasm.
Suddenly he clamps my wrist and eases my hand away. “That will do for now.”
“What?” Panting, dizzy, I blink up at him. “You’re…” I shake my head, trying to make sense of what’s happening. “You can’t be serious right now.”
With his free hand, he gently strokes my cheekbone. “Oh, Allie. I most certainly am.”
“But…” How can he leave me wanting like this?
“I asked you for trust, and this is part of it.”
My body screams in frustration, a hot, coiling anger twisting with the ache between my thighs, my pussy pulsing with unspent need, slick and throbbing, every nerve alight and denied.
I glare at him, my breaths ragged as I clench my fists at my sides.
His denial is a cruel tease. I want to beg, to grab his hand and force it back to me.
As if unconcerned, he stands, his movement powerful and unhurried. Then he offers his hand, palm up, like an invitation wrapped in command.
Stubbornly I stare at it. My rejection is a small rebellion in the storm of my frustration.
“You’ll survive this.” Annoying me even more, he grins. “I promise.”
He turns, walking down the hallway, his bare back a landscape of muscle and scars disappearing into shadow. Then he pauses, glancing over his shoulder. “Oh, Allie?”
My eyes widen, hope flaring sharp and desperate.
Has he changed his mind? Will he come back and finish this, give me the release my body is begging for?