Chapter 21 #2
Fuck, I want her in a way I’ve never wanted any woman before.
She’s a spring of fresh water in the desert, and I’m a man who’s been dying of thirst for years.
I force out a heavy breath, trying to calm myself.
I remind that thrashing, desperate thing in my chest, I’m not doing this for me; this is for her.
She needs to feel the safety of her cage.
She needs to know the freedom she’ll find in her submission.
In one swift motion, I reach beneath her dress.
Her wetness spreads over my fingertips. She watches me, a scarlet blush blooming in her cheeks.
The color deepens as I lift my hand toward my mouth and suck her arousal from my fingers.
She presses her hands against my chest. The muscles in her legs clench as if she’s preparing to run, but I don’t give her a chance.
My hands snake around her wrists and I wrench them behind her. I wrap one hand around them and press her hands into the bricks. She cries out when the jagged wall bites against her soft skin.
“You remember what I said about people hearing you scream?” I ask. “Same rule applies now.”
She gasps when I press my knee between her thighs, forcing them apart. Sparks erupt at my fingertips, as I caress a lazy line from her knee to her center. I cup her sex. I nearly moan at the feel of the wet heat spreading across my palm.
“Mmm,” the sound rumbles from my chest, “you're so wet for me.”
I skim my thumb gently over her folds until it reaches her clit. Her thighs quiver. She presses her lips together, but it doesn't stop the needy whine that sounds in her throat.
I lean in close, my mouth grazing her ear. “And so responsive to my touch.”
Slowly, I circle the bundle of nerves with the pad of my finger.
She bites into her lower lip and sucks in a deep breath through her nose.
Her exhale tickles against the side of my face.
I continue my unhurried exploration until she whines again.
I know exactly what she wants, but I won’t give it to her; not until she gives in.
It doesn’t take long before she rocks her hips back and forth, begging for friction.
I press harder, letting her angle herself to have me rub exactly where she wants it.
I feel her breath quicken. Her legs wobble beneath her, tipping her body away from the wall.
I wrap an arm around her back to hold her up.
She pants, but stays quiet. I pinch her clit until she moans a desperate, filthy sound.
I release her wrists from behind her back and press her head to my shoulder. “Shh, precious,” I whisper against her ear. “I need you to be quiet for me.”
When she presses her face into the crook of my neck, I reward her by pushing a finger into her. Her breath fans across my neck as a strangled noise falls from her lips. She rocks her hips into me, forcing me to sink deeper into her wet heat.
I’m so shocked when her arms suddenly wrap around my neck, that my arm loosens from around her and I almost drop her.
Her hands paw at my upper back, her fingers digging into my jacket.
I groan at the feeling of her body pressed against mine.
Everything in me is desperate for her. My cock twitches, aching to be inside her.
I push a second finger into her. She gasps as her pussy stretches to accommodate my large digits.
I hook my fingers inside her until I find the spot that makes her writhe in my arms. She tightens around me, her warm sheath pulling my fingers in.
She pleads for her release in tangled, intelligible syllables.
As her pussy begins to clamp down, signaling her impending orgasm, I pull out.
“No,” she rasps, wrapping her arms tighter around my neck.
She lifts her head back from my shoulder. Her hair is a tangled mess, hiding her face. I brush an errant strand away from her eyes and press a kiss to her forehead. Knowing that the haze of her arousal is lifting, I keep my voice soft.
“Only good girls get to come…and only when I say so.”
She blinks several times. Her eyes crinkle in confusion. Her mouth opens, but only a tiny panicked sound escapes.
“Have you been a good girl tonight?” I ask.
“Um, I-I…”
“No,” I interrupt, “you most certainly have not.”
My chest tightens painfully when she drops her arms. My body rebels, immediately missing the weight of her against me. The night air feels colder than ever as it brushes against my neck. I force out a heavy exhale, willing the ice inside that's suddenly formed in my lungs to dissipate.
My disheveled little pet stands in front of me with wide, fearful eyes. Like a small animal preparing to run, she bounces on her heels. Her eyes dart around the alley.
I shake my head to clear the jumble of thoughts bombarding me all at once.
I find myself suddenly unable to tolerate the idea of her running in the cold, nor the concept of her not being in my arms. I don’t give her a chance to run this time.
I can't. Instead, I bend low, banding my arms around her thighs, and toss her over my shoulder.