45. Chapter Forty-Five
Chapter Forty-Five
Kat
“Please. Oh my God please Henry. Please. Please let me come,” I begged, on the edge of losing my mind.
He’d said I’d beg but he hadn’t mentioned he’d delight in the begging for a few rounds before letting me fall.
And he could read my body so well that I couldn’t sneak past him.
He was relentless and steadfast and I was starting to curse those traits.
He kissed my sweaty forehead, smiling softly. And removed his hands. No. NO!
“No! Henry please,” I begged, bucking my hips, looking for any sort of friction, contact. A rogue breeze would push me over the edge right now. I was trembling from head to toe, and a few tears were leaking out. Had I signed up for this? I couldn’t have.
Nonsense.
I was dickmatized.
Well. Without the dick.
Damn. Maybe I had signed up for this willingly.
“Oh, baby girl, you aren’t nearly sincere enough yet.
I can still see that defiance in your lovely expressive face,” he murmured in my ear, lovingly stroking his fingers down my side.
I glanced up, finding it absurd that Adam Sandler was still fucking around on the TV.
I certainly wouldn’t ever be able to watch his movies the same way ever again.
“Now don’t get me wrong, love. Your defiance is one of my favorite parts of you. But we need that stamped out for this one. Just for now. I want you to know what it feels like to completely surrender to me before you leave this room in the morning,” he finished, sounding so calm, so reasonable.
I WAS surrendering to him. I was giving him all of me, when I knew I shouldn’t be. Laying here, soaked in sweat and myself, panting, begging, no man had ever gotten this.
And no other man ever would.
But he still wanted more.
Crazy bastard.
He started touching me again, slowly, knowing now that it would take very little for me to fall.
“Henry, please. You were right. And you somehow know my body better than I do. I’ll do anything if you please just let me come,” I begged. He paused, and I damn near sobbed. He stroked my hair again.
“Firecat, I don’t want you to DO anything in exchange, that’s not what this is.
I don’t want that to be what this is. I want you to remember these moments every time I edge you, every time I coax just one more orgasm out of you, that I have you.
Fully. I am in complete control. Not of you, not really, but of the situation, of myself,” he started. I nodded quickly. I knew that.
Just like I knew that at any point I could’ve reached my hand down and gotten myself off. At this point, angles didn’t matter.
“Don’t think I don’t want to flip you over and bury my cock inside you, knowing you’d come screaming my name the second I shoved inside your impossibly tight pussy.
And you’d ride that orgasm all the way to my end, which wouldn’t be but thirty seconds after that,” he continued.
I let out an obscene moan at that description. He chuckled.
“You can do that,” I offered, trying to sound nonchalant and failing. He laughed again. But he leaned down to whisper in my ear.
“But I can promise you without a shadow of a doubt, this will be the best orgasm you’ve ever had.
THAT’S what I want you to remember,” he finished.
I was nodding frantically by that point.
He leaned his chin on my shoulder, gently guiding my chin down to look down my body with him. He pressed a kiss to my temple.
And he flicked my clit.
I thought I screamed. I wasn’t entirely sure, because the wave of fiery pleasure raging its way up my spine stole my senses for several moments. All except one.
I could FEEL everything. The sheets against my back, his cock throbbing at my ass, his hot hands like a brand on my skin.
All I could see was darkness, and all I could hear was a strange ringing in my ears, but those hands held me here. I thought I’d maybe tried to close my legs, but he didn’t let me.
As soon as my vision and hearing were just starting to come back, I saw him. Heard him.
“There we go, Kat. Yes, just like that,” he whispered, proud, reverent. I liked that. So much. I smiled softly. He smiled back at me.
“There’s my girl,” he said, then leaned in to whisper, “Two.” I giggled, feeling like I was floating. But he surprised me yet again.
He plunged two fingers inside my wildly tight pussy, curling them up against that spot most men insisted didn’t exist.
It existed.
He knew it existed.
He stroked it one. Two. Three. Times.
As I whimpered and thrashed uncontrollably. It was too much.
“Too much,” I managed to get out. His other arm banded around my middle, keeping me from hurting either of us, but he didn’t let up. He kissed my temple instead.
“Not too much baby girl. You can do it. Be my good girl and give me number three. Right here,” he whispered.
I detonated.