Chapter 26
His fingers did a taunting exploration along my pelvic bone, stopping on my clit. “Open up wider.”
I did.
I stretched open my legs until my knees pressed into either side of the bathtub and he rested his forearm over my thigh.
His thumb swirled around my clit, teasing to touch it. I rolled my head back and closed my eyes, losing a whine.
“That’s my girl.” He ran his thumb around it again, not quite touching, purposely not.
I shifted my hips, eager, hungry, thirsty, desperate for his thumb to find my clit again.
“You want it bad.” His voice twisted into a low whisper with flecks of hilarity. He circled my clit again watching me squirm. Frustration clung to me and my forehead lined from it. He chuckled. “How bad do you want it?”
“B—b—bad.” I wasn’t capable of proper speech.
He chuckled again, teasing his thumb close to my clit, but taking it away. “Beg me.”
“Please.”
“Again.”
“Please, Dig, please.”
“My God, you’re such a good girl. You don’t make things hard, do you?” He paused. “Well, except for my cock.”
My brows sprung up while I kept my eyes closed. I was yet to see his eyes, yet to see really anything of him… but the thought of his cock as he stroked close to my clit made me want to learn about that very specific appendage.
“Do you want me to touch you?” He asked.
“Yes.”
“Manners.”
“Please.”
“See? Manners are more than just fancy houses in England.”
I blinked twice as fast.
His thumb brushed over my clit.
My hips bucked, a whine left the collum of my throat, a rush of everything beautiful flitted throughout my body.
“You do the right things and say the right things you get all the right things.” He moved his thumb close to my clit, but did not touch it and he waited. “You want all the right things?”
“I do!”
“Then don’t leave me.”
I winced.
“Say you’re going to stay with me.”
“I can’t—”
“Say you’re not going to try to stab me and run away.”
“I can’t—”
He pulled his thumb away. “Say it.”
The frustration built and built. “Go back—”
“Say you’re not going to leave me.”
“But—”
“You can do it.”
“I—”
“You’re going to stay here for three full days where you are safe and warm and clean and well-fed and looked after.”
Squirming with need, I was thumping to be touched. I pulled my own hand down to release the pressure of the build-up.
“Uh, uh!” He snatched my hand, the action making a splash in the water. “What did I tell you?”
I opened my eyes, hunching down into my shoulders as he smacked my hand.
“I told you, Princess.” He threw my hand back up to my chest. “Who touches you?”
I swallowed hard, glaring into his dark sunglasses, watching his lips contort into anger.
He grabbed my throat.
Yes.
I lost a breath.
Keeping his hand locked around my jugular he did not squeeze my throat, only rested it there with a promise of violence. He brought his face close to mine so that my sight was consumed with only him.
“Who touches you?” he bit out.
“Choke me!”
“Answer the question.”
“Just a little squeeze…”
“Who touches you?”
“You.” It was a whisper.
“Louder.”
“You.”
“Who touches you?”
“Only you, Dig.”
He squeezed, hard. “If I ever see that hand go near the place that belongs to me again… you’re going to find out what happens to girls who aren’t good.”
My chest fluttered. “Harder.”
“Now, are you going to be a good girl?”
“Ye—ye—”
“Stop stuttering.”
“Yes.”
He let my throat go but he was without satisfaction and slipped his hand back over my pussy, waiting. “Now, what were you saying about never leaving?”
I thrust my hips up, trying to grind myself against his hand.
He held me down firmly, denying me of touch. “Are you going to leave, Princess?”
“No,” I whispered.
He leaned his ear, smirking. “What was that?”
“No.”
“No, what?’
“No. I’m not going to leave.”
“Are you going to run away from me?”
“No, Dig.”
“Who are you going to stay with?”
“You, Dig. Is this assessment over? Did I pass?”
“Yes!” He laughed. “You got full marks!”
I laughed too. “Because I studied!”
“Because you’re a genius!” He grinned and plunged two fingers inside of me, running his thumb over my clit.
I flung my head back, enduring his generous fingers. The current of desire climbed higher. I gripped the side of the tub. My nails dug into the porcelain as an uncontrolled whine escaped from my mouth.
“That’s it,” he said.
He thrust his fingers in a perfect motion, knowing exactly what rhythm I liked and just where his thumb needed to explore to bring me to bliss.
While he pumped me with one hand, the other roamed over my chest, flicking my nipple.
The slight sting on my nipple sparked the ache to climb higher.
His wandering hand felt up, over my throat and up to my lips.
He stuck his finger inside of my mouth, chuckling that I did not push it away.
I did not care. He could explore any terrain on my body, he could go wherever he pleased, just, don’t, stop.
“Suck it.” He forced my jaw to close.
I sucked on his finger as he plunged his others into me below.
“Suck it hard,” he said. “I want an audition to you sucking my cock.” He paused and pulled his finger from out of my mouth. “I'm sorry…do you want to suck my cock?”
“Put your fingers back in my mouth!”
I took his fingers in my pussy and his fingers my mouth, drowning under the heat, the delirium. It built higher and higher, stronger and stronger.
“Now, come for me,” he ordered. He took his finger out of my mouth and gave my cheek a slap. “Come for me.”
I did.
I emitted into stars right there in the tub, losing myself, my breath sawing out of me. Withered and defeated, I lay in the bath, my legs quivering from the aftermath of the orgasm.
Dig was about to get up when I snatched his collar and dragged him to me, forcing him down. His arm fell into the tub, water splashed over his shirt.
“Gah!” He hissed from the shock of it.
I glared at him, my teeth gritting, choking him with his shirt collar. “Where do you think you are you going?”
“I was—”
“Again.”