God. Why the hell does he sound so hot when he’s dishing out orders as if this were a war and I’m a soldier in his battalion?
Because there’s something else his orders do. They make me even hotter with a chance of melting right beneath his gaze.
When I take my time to comply with his order, he grabs my hand and places it back on my core. I’m burning now, blushing something furious beneath his touch. But it doesn’t end there, because he jams my middle finger inside me.
Just like that.
Like he’s had the right to do that for a long time. My back arches off the bed and I bite my lower lip to keep from moaning or screaming like a whore.
But maybe that’s what I am right now.
I’m a whore in his hands, and all I want is more.
“Is this how it felt inside? With his fingers filling you?”
“There needs to be another one for them to be fingers. Now it’s just one finger,” I breathe out, trying to be as coherent as possible to not make a fool out of myself.
“The fucking talking back.” He grabs my other finger and I’m ready for the intrusion. It’s the only way I’m able to get myself off. Two fingers and teasing my clit.”
I can’t help staring down at where his hooded eyes are focused on how he’s still holding my hand.
But it’s not my finger that enters me. This one is thicker, harder, and makes me gasp.
It’s inside me now, his middle finger, and it’s stroking mine that’s also in there. The friction is strange and unbearable and so damn new that I nearly black out.
“Oh, God…”
“Is this how full it felt, baby girl?”
Stroke.
Up.
Down.
Thrust.
“Or was it less satisfying because you couldn’t feel his limp fingers?”
He sounds angry, but I can’t focus on that, because there’s a fire consuming me from the inside and it is so wild and big that I can’t breathe.
Any attempts of sucking in oxygen vanish when he slips another finger—his, not mine—into my tight channel. Both of his fingers imprison mine and he moves the three of them in a maddening rhythm. The friction builds hard and fast and rough. I can feel it deep inside me and I want to throw up or maybe I want to come, because I think that’s what the shaking means.
“Or perhaps it’s full like this. So full that you want to burst.”
“Yes, oh, fuck…”
“Tsk. Language.”
“Oh, please. As if you don’t say it yourself.”
“Are you sure you want to talk back to me when I can leave you unsatisfied?”
“No, no…please…please…”
I’m almost there, I can feel it deep inside me. The more he strokes and curls his fingers, the more he spreads my inner juices over our fingers.
He pumps them in me and I’m clenching him—us—in a choke-like hold.
“Fuck. Do you feel how your tight pussy is strangling me?”
“Yeah…”
He groans deep in his throat and it does things to me, things like making me tighten around him harder, swallowing him deeper.
And I can’t help moaning. I don’t have the space of mind to control it or the rest of the sounds that come out of me.
I’m a mess of chaotic emotions and sensations, and there’s no way I can mute myself anymore.
“Is it because it feels full?”
“Yeah, full and good and…and…I’m…”
“And you’re what?” He pumps harder faster, pressing the heel of my palm against my clit.
The sureness in his movements, the pure dominance of it, drags me under in one swift movement.
“I’m coming!”
I clench around him the hardest yet as that wave crashes into me. The orgasm is neither gentle nor soft. It’s callous and demanding, just like him. My legs shake over his shoulders and my head is a fog of mixed emotions—emotions I can’t get hold of, so I let them swirl around me like a halo.
Or maybe I’m the one in the halo, floating in a dreamless land where everything feels so good.
After what seems like forever, I’m brought back to the present, suddenly and without warning, when he removes the fingers from inside me—his and mine. And I grab onto him, not wanting to let him or this feeling go.
What if this is a dream and I’ll never feel this way again? What if I’ll wake up and never find my way back?
But his next words erase any misconception I had about how real this is. “From now on, if you have any sexual urges, I’ll be the only one who satisfies them.”