the tablet out of my hands and slides it into his bag. “You signed. You’re mine. Be at the club at noon tomorrow. Don’t touch yourself tonight.”
He has to be freaking kidding me. The heat between my legs is going to turn me into human gelatin soon. “Are you always going to be this mean?”
He tips his head down into my neck and bites. “Yes. But I also have a one-time offer for you.” His hand slides to the waistband of my jeans. “My fingers in your pussy, right now. You come fast and you come hard and you come loud and you don’t give a damn if half the neighborhood leans out their windows to watch.”
It’s three a.m. and they’re all dead asleep, but the idea of them watching floods my panties anyhow. “Yes. Go.”
He bites my neck again, and his fingers are already working my belt loose. “What’s your safeword?”
“Lightning.” I gasp as his hand heads into the back of my jeans, his middle finger running down the cleft of my ass. It’s a tight fit, and every inch he slides further down has my clit sitting up and begging. I squish my face into his chest and moan.
He squeezes my ass, and his finger is so damn close to where I need it to be. “Louder. I want them to hear you.”
Louder isn’t hard. I have singer lungs, and I’ve never been quiet. This time I moan out into the night, and I can feel how hard it makes him under my leg.
Then his other hand reaches to undo the snap and zipper of my jeans. He lifts me up a couple of inches like I weigh absolutely nothing, and then he’s got both hands down my pants, one holding my ass and the other sliding fingers into my hot, wet, begging pussy.
“Fuck.” He makes the word sound sacred. “You’re soaked.”
I sink into his fingers. Way too many guys treat my parts like fine china. “Don’t be gentle.”
His back hand clamps on my ass and he’s got two fingers up inside me before I can even suck in a breath.
This time the sound I make is a lot closer to a whimper. “God. Please.”
He curls his fingers against my G-spot and starts a fast, hard drumbeat. He’s lit a fire, and his fingers are the fuel and the oxygen and I’m about to be engulfed by the flames that are already starting to ripple.
My thighs fight for micro-movements, rocking in his hands, begging for the explosion that’s so close I can feel it threatening in every cell.
His head is back in the crook of my neck. “I want to feel you come in my hand, beautiful.”
I tilt my head back and let loose a single, guttural cry and squirt wet, messy, desperate release all over his fingers, and then I keep rocking, because one wasn’t nearly enough to shut down this wildfire he’s lit inside me.
He growls into the top of my head. “Stop. I didn’t say you could have more than one.” His fingers slide out of me, but he cups my pussy as his other hand strokes up my back and cuddles me into his chest. “I want you lying in bed tonight, thinking of my hands on you and making frustrated noises as you lie there and can’t sleep.”
His fingers are still playing with my pussy in a way that’s making me crazy but isn’t going to make me come. “I hate you.”
His laughter rumbles against my ear. “I kind of hate me right now too.”
Given the rod of iron I can feel against my leg, I can only imagine. “Please tell me there are stupid rules for you too and you don’t get to go home and jerk off in the shower.”
“I get to do whatever I need to do to have my head screwed on straight as your Dom.”
I blink. I’m already figuring out that he can snap into that arrogant Dom space fast enough to give me whiplash.
He slides his wet hand out of my pants and runs it slowly up my belly and cups my breast. The hand on my back is still gently stroking. Petting. It feels totally cuddly, with undemanding, erotic low notes. I curl in closer. “So, I’m pretty touchy-feely. Especially after. Is that the kind of thing I should be telling you?”
“Yes.” I can feel him
He has to be freaking kidding me. The heat between my legs is going to turn me into human gelatin soon. “Are you always going to be this mean?”
He tips his head down into my neck and bites. “Yes. But I also have a one-time offer for you.” His hand slides to the waistband of my jeans. “My fingers in your pussy, right now. You come fast and you come hard and you come loud and you don’t give a damn if half the neighborhood leans out their windows to watch.”
It’s three a.m. and they’re all dead asleep, but the idea of them watching floods my panties anyhow. “Yes. Go.”
He bites my neck again, and his fingers are already working my belt loose. “What’s your safeword?”
“Lightning.” I gasp as his hand heads into the back of my jeans, his middle finger running down the cleft of my ass. It’s a tight fit, and every inch he slides further down has my clit sitting up and begging. I squish my face into his chest and moan.
He squeezes my ass, and his finger is so damn close to where I need it to be. “Louder. I want them to hear you.”
Louder isn’t hard. I have singer lungs, and I’ve never been quiet. This time I moan out into the night, and I can feel how hard it makes him under my leg.
Then his other hand reaches to undo the snap and zipper of my jeans. He lifts me up a couple of inches like I weigh absolutely nothing, and then he’s got both hands down my pants, one holding my ass and the other sliding fingers into my hot, wet, begging pussy.
“Fuck.” He makes the word sound sacred. “You’re soaked.”
I sink into his fingers. Way too many guys treat my parts like fine china. “Don’t be gentle.”
His back hand clamps on my ass and he’s got two fingers up inside me before I can even suck in a breath.
This time the sound I make is a lot closer to a whimper. “God. Please.”
He curls his fingers against my G-spot and starts a fast, hard drumbeat. He’s lit a fire, and his fingers are the fuel and the oxygen and I’m about to be engulfed by the flames that are already starting to ripple.
My thighs fight for micro-movements, rocking in his hands, begging for the explosion that’s so close I can feel it threatening in every cell.
His head is back in the crook of my neck. “I want to feel you come in my hand, beautiful.”
I tilt my head back and let loose a single, guttural cry and squirt wet, messy, desperate release all over his fingers, and then I keep rocking, because one wasn’t nearly enough to shut down this wildfire he’s lit inside me.
He growls into the top of my head. “Stop. I didn’t say you could have more than one.” His fingers slide out of me, but he cups my pussy as his other hand strokes up my back and cuddles me into his chest. “I want you lying in bed tonight, thinking of my hands on you and making frustrated noises as you lie there and can’t sleep.”
His fingers are still playing with my pussy in a way that’s making me crazy but isn’t going to make me come. “I hate you.”
His laughter rumbles against my ear. “I kind of hate me right now too.”
Given the rod of iron I can feel against my leg, I can only imagine. “Please tell me there are stupid rules for you too and you don’t get to go home and jerk off in the shower.”
“I get to do whatever I need to do to have my head screwed on straight as your Dom.”
I blink. I’m already figuring out that he can snap into that arrogant Dom space fast enough to give me whiplash.
He slides his wet hand out of my pants and runs it slowly up my belly and cups my breast. The hand on my back is still gently stroking. Petting. It feels totally cuddly, with undemanding, erotic low notes. I curl in closer. “So, I’m pretty touchy-feely. Especially after. Is that the kind of thing I should be telling you?”
“Yes.” I can feel him
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