Chapter 31 #2
The slow draw of the zipper as he slides it down is torturous.
It takes everything in me not to whine and beg for him to move faster as his hands brush teasingly against my lower stomach.
Although I can’t help but tense when those fingers meet the ugly scar that cuts its way across my stomach.
Rhys says nothing, he just keeps gently tracing it until I finally relax.
“Every inch of you is beautiful,” he murmurs as he nips and kisses along my neck and jaw, causing my skin to tingle.
I can’t help but make a noise of disagreement. I want to believe him, and maybe one day I will, but that day is not now.
Growling under his breath, Rhys slips his hand into my jeans and underwear and cups my bare pussy.
The action is possessive and surprisingly hot, causing wetness to gush from my clenching core.
“You and this cunt are mine, and I won’t have you trying to bad mouth what’s mine.
Once we’ve spoken about limits and expectations, I’ll come up with a suitable punishment if you do it again. ”
I shiver at his words. Okay, there must be something wrong with me because I shouldn’t find the prospect of punishment hot. And yet my clit is throbbing, practically begging to be touched.
Rhys chuckles darkly as his other hand slips under my shirt to my aching breasts. “Do you like the idea of being punished, princess? Don’t lie to me.”
“Yes,” I hiss as he plucks my nipples through the thick material of my sports bra. The fabric only slightly dulls the bite of pain and pleasure that has me arching into his hold.
The hand cupping my pussy moves as two of his fingers seek my entrance, a groan rumbling in his chest as they easily sink inside me. The euphoria at being stretched and filled is almost overwhelming, causing me to moan and buck against his hand.
“Such a good girl and so fucking wet for me.” He presses his palm against my throbbing clit.
The dual sensation of his finger thrusting against my G-spot and the pressure against my clit has me whimpering.
It’s almost embarrassing how close I already am, with each masterful stroke of his hand sending me closer and closer to release.
My legs tremble, threatening to give out beneath me, and my heart hammers against my chest.
And then his fingers slip beneath my bra to find my bare breast and play with my hardened nipple.
“Rhys!” I gasp as my pussy clenches hard around his fingers and my hand flies down to clutch his wrist. Oh God. I’m so fucking close.
Rhys stops all movement. I whine as my body cries out from the loss of stimulation, and that shimmering edge of release disappears.
“No! Why did you stop?” I try to wiggle my hips to feel more of that amazing pleasure, but Rhys’s hand flies from my breast to my hip, stilling me.
“I told you what would happen if you moved your hand, princess.”
My hand? Oh, right. “Stupid rule,” I say with a huff.
“Doesn’t matter what you think of it. If you want me to make you come, you’ll put your hands back where they’re supposed to be, otherwise we’re stopping here and you can go home without your reward.” That stern look is back on his face, and I hate that his threat is turning me on as much as it is.
Judging from the smug smirk playing on his lips, he knows it too.
Ugh. Stupid, sexy sadist. This orgasm better be worth it.
I lace my hands behind his head, clenching them tight so I don’t move them again and press my entire body against him.
I even wiggle my ass a little against his hard cock, or as much as I can considering his fingers are still shoved inside my pussy and his other hand is clamped on my hip.
He said I couldn’t use my hands; he said nothing about my ass.
He sucks in a sharp breath and his hands flex; both of them. Then it’s my turn to hiss as his fingers tap against my G-spot.
“Behave, Ollie,” Rhys growls in my ear. “The no-touching rule also applies to that perfect ass of yours. I won’t hesitate to remove my fingers from this tight cunt and leave you wet and needy.”
To punctuate his statement, he slowly slides his fingers out of my core.
The friction causes my spine to tingle and my back to bow, the orgasm from before just out of reach.
But as soon as those fingers leave my pussy, I immediately feel empty and achy.
A whimper rips from my throat as I try and fail to follow him, his other hand on my hip keeping me still.
Surely he wouldn’t leave me like this? A quick look at his face tells me that yes, he’d happily do as he threatened.
I’m nodding my head before the thought is even finished. “I’ll be good,” I tell him and pull my ass away from his cock to show I’m serious.
A dark smirk plays on his lips. “Good to know you can behave if given the right incentive.”
And then he plunges those sinfully skilled fingers back into my pussy.
A garbled sound of pleasure and surprise escapes from my lips as I’m hurtled straight back to the edge of orgasm.
Every thrust of his fingers against my G-spot and grind of his palm against my clit has my nerves lit up like Christmas trees.
My hands clench hard, and it’s all I can do to stop myself from grinding against him as he fucks me mercilessly.
More sounds spill from my lips; a mixture of moans, whimpers and garbled pleas.
All of my thoughts have fled, and my grief and guilt are forgotten as every part of me focuses on the insane pleasure Rhys wrings from my body.
He doesn’t just touch me; he owns me, playing my body with shocking expertise.
His hand moves from my hip to wrap around my neck, not choking me but applying light pressure. The move is so possessive and dominant that it has my thoughts spiralling as I stand teetering on the edge of orgasm.
“Rhys!” I gasp, my body trembling in his grasp. “Please.” I’m so fucking close that I think I’ll go insane if I don’t come soon, but I just can’t seem to get over the edge. It’s like I’m waiting for something.
Rhys’s hand flexes around my throat, and he hums against my neck, pleased. “Such a good girl waiting for permission,” he praises, eliciting a small moan from my lips. “Come for me.”
Just like the night he watched Theo fuck me with his fingers, those magic words are what sends me careening over the edge and straight into euphoric oblivion.