Chapter 4 #2
I’m barely able to wait until we’re inside with the rest of the world locked away on the other side of the door before pouncing on her the way I’ve thought about doing ever since I was in the library.
She wants to keep something from me? She needs to know she can’t do it for long.
I have ways of making her talk. I know exactly which buttons to push.
“Oh, so that’s how it’s going to be.” She’s giggling, unaware of what I have in mind while I paw at her, holding her against me from behind before she’s had the chance to drop her backpack on the floor.
When my hand cups her tit, she lets out a soft moan.
“You know, I was planning on working on a paper as soon as we got home…”
“That can wait,” I whisper in her ear before letting my tongue play over the lobe until she trembles against me. It is so easy to push her buttons and get her hot until she has no memory of why she wanted to do anything but lose herself to this pleasure.
Pretty soon, she’s wiggling her ass against my dick. “Tease,” I breathe in her ear, and she shivers, moaning softly when I slide a hand inside her T-shirt, working my fingers under her bra cup to tease her nipple. “So that’s the game you wanna play? Turns out, I had the same idea in mind.”
Only it’s going to go the other way around.
“Can I at least get a snack first?” When I squeeze her tit hard enough to make her gasp, it’s all the answer she needs. She doesn’t put up a fight as I walk us both toward the bedroom, since I want her spread out for me, flat on her back. I want access to all of her.
“Take off your clothes,” I murmur, letting her go once we’re next to the bed.
“You don’t feel like doing it for me?” Sure, keep playing, play while you can. I don’t say a word, only stepping back with my arms folded until she gets the hint and pulls her T-shirt overhead. Her jeans come next once she kicks off her shoes.
At first, it’s enough just to stare at her body in the light coming in from the window at her back. She’s perfect from head to toe, a wet dream come true. Even the scar on her back only sets off the perfection in the rest of her, a small flaw that makes the rest of her shine through.
Holding my gaze, she reaches behind her to unclasp her bra, then just as slowly slides her pink bikini panties to the floor. “Now what should I do?” she asks in a seductive voice, with a smile to match.
“Lie down. Ass on the edge of the bed. Leg spread.” She’s trembling with anticipation but does as I say, parking her ass on the edge of the bed and lying back with her thighs spread wide.
That’s how much she trusts me in moments like this. Doing as I say without asking why. The thought is humbling in a way, but I don’t have time for that right now. I can’t let myself get lost in the moment.
At first, it’s enough for me to run my hands from ankle to hip, teasing her skin until goosebumps rise over it. She giggles and squirms, looking up at me with desire in her eyes. So beautiful, all mine. And it’s up to me to fulfill that desire.
Right now, it’s also up to her, even if she doesn’t know it yet.
There’s a wicked gleam in her eyes when I reach into the nightstand drawer on my side of the bed and pull out a magic wand vibrator. “Heavy duty, huh?” Her knowing laughter is edged with anticipation. “What did I do to deserve this?”
If she only knew how right she is, that she did something to deserve this. “You’ll find out,” I decide to answer as I plug it in. “Maybe I just want to make you feel good.”
“You’re too good to me.”
She won’t feel that way much longer. At first, it’s enough to start at the lowest level, letting the vibrator’s head take the place of the hands that were just touring her legs. “Oh, that’s nice,” she whispers, a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. “That feels good.”
“Do you think that’s good?” When I touch the head to one nipple, then the other, her back arches and a moan tumbles from her lips.
By the time I move further down, watching her contract before reaching her mound, she’s writhing slowly, sensually. It’s almost enough to make me forget why I’m doing this and take her here and now.
But no. I’m getting answers. Moving up to the next level, I begin running the silicone over the inside of her thighs, watching her juices flow freely, coating her lips, making them glisten. “Yes,” she moans, angling her hips to give me better access to her pussy. “Yes, so good.”
“You like that? What else would you like?”
“What do you think?”
“You have to tell me, or I won’t know what to do.”
“My pussy.” Her already flushed face goes a shade darker. “Please. God, you’re driving me crazy.”
“Oh, that’s what you want?” Her throaty groan makes me laugh before I ever so slightly touch the vibrating head to her mound.
“Fuck! Yes!” She’s lost, completely consumed by her pleasure. “Yes, more!”
That’s fine. I’ll give her more. I’ll give her more until there’s no choice but to give me what I want.
Upping the intensity, I run the vibrator along her seam, careful not to move too deep, content to play with her while she grinds her hips in slow circles, her hands running over the duvet, her head moving from side to side while she moans helplessly.
I’m content to let her keep going, to watch her pleasure build, to listen as her breathing gets faster, harder.
And when I touch her clit, her hips shoot up off the bed, a broken cry filling the air. “Yes! Yes! God, so close!”
Which is exactly when I pull back a little.
Her green eyes fly open, filled with confusion. “What are you doing?”
“You’re not going to come,” I tell her, “until you tell me what it is you’ve been keeping from me lately. And I know you have, so don’t bother lying.”
“What? Are you kidding? Colt!”
Her protests go silent when I press harder, leaving her drowning in sensation again. “You heard me. Do you want to come? You’re going to tell me what I want to know.”
“But… I can’t!”
“You can’t come? That’s fine.” I go back to teasing her lips, and I’m pretty sure she’s on the verge of tears, but somehow, I can’t feel sorry for her.
“You know what I mean! There’s nothing to say!”
“I don’t believe it. You’re keeping something from me, and you’re going to tell me what it is.” Rubbing her clit again, I wait until she’s moaning before asking, “Don’t you want to come? Wouldn’t it be nice? I bet it’ll be a good one, too.”
Her fists twist the duvet. “You’re killing me!”
I’m sure it feels that way. “Nobody ever died from this. Maybe I’ll just stop.”
“No!” she howls. “Please, let me come!” I’ve never heard her like this, so full of desperation, like her life depends on me releasing her from this torture.
“Not until you tell me what I want to know. I can do this all day,” I warn, holding the toy against her just enough for stimulation, but not enough to take her over the edge.
She’s a sopping mess, hips grinding, lifting them like that will do anything to help.
It only makes me pull back on the pressure even more until she sobs in frustration.
“There’s nothing… to tell you…!”
“And I know you’re lying. I can always tell when you’re hiding something. Why can’t you…” Trust me. Believe in me. She can lie back and spread her legs at my command, but she won’t let me any deeper than that. She won’t let me help her.
“This isn’t fair!”
I don’t say a word, only moving the vibrator through her wetness, noting the sloppy noises that result. She is that close, and it has to be torture. “It’s up to you. I’m actually getting off on this—I don’t want it to end.”
“Oh, my god!” Her back arches, her face twisting in agony before she finally shouts, “Messages! Threats, it’s stupid! That’s all!”
My rigid cock suddenly starts to soften. “Somebody’s sending threats?”
“Probably Deborah,” she whimpers, still fighting to reach the finish line, rolling her hips, trying to get the help she desperately needs. “That’s all.”
Then she sobs again, louder than ever. “Will you let me come? Please!”
Someone has been fucking with her. “How long?”
“Colt!”
“Tell me.”
“Months. I just wanted to ignore it.”
That’s the thing about Deborah. She won’t give up. “You don’t keep these things a secret from me from now on. Understood?”
“Yes! God, yes!” I get the feeling she would agree to anything now. She would sell me her soul if I would let her come.
I take pity on her, finally pressing the buzzing wand against her clit until her anguished screams turn to ecstatic shrieks. Then she goes stiff, holding her breath before falling back against the bed with a shuddering cry.
It goes on, her bliss, but I can barely pay attention now.
For months, somebody who is probably Deborah has been fucking with her, and she didn’t think she needed to tell me?
What else is she not telling me? Any thoughts of fucking her now are long gone—I’m not in the mood.
I don’t know if she even has it in her after the roller coaster I just put her through.
She’s splayed out on the bed, whimpering weakly.
Tossing the vibrator onto the bed, I sit next to her, my elbows on my knees. “Why didn’t you tell me?” I ask, staring at the wall.
It takes a minute for her to answer. She probably needs to catch her breath. “You’ve already got so much on your mind.”
“That’s not an answer. You’re my girlfriend. I love you. And if somebody is hurting you in any way, I need to know about it. Understood?”
She sits up slowly, sighing. “I understand. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you.”
And I’m sorry, too, even if I can’t bring myself to say it out loud. I’m sorry we started off the way we did. I’m sorry there was ever a reason for her to not trust me in the first place.
I wonder if there’s ever going to be a time when I’m able to make up for all of that. If I can ever help her forget the pain I put her through.
Otherwise, I can have her body. She can sleep beside me every night, eat her meals with me, share her thoughts with me. But I’ll never really have her. There’s always going to be this invisible barrier between us.
I don’t know how long I can live with that.