“Because I know how to bring you pleasure?” I ask, my lips pressing against her ear.
“Yes.” I slide two fingers inside her now. She lets out a low moan.
“You wish that I wasn’t fucking you with my fingers right now?”
I start to pull them out but she lets out a protest. “No, I do.”
“You do, what?” I ask, my cock so goddamn hard that it’s pressing painfully against the zipper of my pants.
“Fuck me. I want you to fuck me.”
With my other hand, I smooth up the column of her neck and tilt her head back so I’m talking directly into her ear. “So, you hate me, but you want to fuck me.” My thumb presses down on her clit and she lets out a strangled gasp. “How close are you?”
“Close,” she whispers, her body shaking under my hold. “So close.”
“Good,” I say, just before removing my hand from her pussy.
“Wh-what are you doing?” Her confused gasp gives me great pleasure.
“Why should I give you an orgasm, Lottie? Why should I finish you off?”
“Because you’re a bastard if you don’t.” Her palms flatten against the wall as her head bends forward. Every muscle, every fiber of her being is tense.
I work my finger over her clit again, watching carefully as she tenses more, her back arching. I want to bring her to the edge, to the point where she’s about to fall over. “You already think I’m a bastard, so what does it matter? You think the worst of me, Lottie. If I let you come, you will still think the worst about me.”
“But at least I’ll know you can command my body. And isn’t that what you want? Control?”
She knows how to talk to me, she knows what I like to hear, and that’s scary. Because, yes, I do want control. I want her to lay her eyes on me and heat up. I want her to crave me when I walk into the room. And I know I shouldn’t, I know this is strictly business, but she unleashed something inside me tonight. And now I feel . . . desperate.
“Tell me.” I pinch her clit, evoking a loud moan from her. “When I walk into the room, does your body heat up?”
She doesn’t answer right away, but takes a second to catch her breath. “No,” she finally says.
Pressing my entire body against hers, I ask, “Why the hell not?”
“Because,” she gasps as I rub her clit between my fingers. “Fuck,” she mutters, her breath heavy. “Because I don’t know how . . . how hard you can make me come.”
“Is that a challenge?” I ask her, releasing her clit and causing her to nearly collapse against my chest. Her entire body shakes, and I know she’s right where I want her to be. She’s right where I need her.
“It’s a request,” she says, her voice so full of vulnerability that my idea of edging her to her orgasm and leaving her there to finish herself off slips from my mind. Although I’d love to see her beg, plead, and then storm off in anger—knowing she’ll use one of those vibrators to make herself come—I want her to know that she’s right, that I do command her body.
I move my hand back to her pussy, but I just cup her, making sure to keep my hand still despite the way she shakes beneath me.
“Listen to me, Lottie.” When she doesn’t acknowledge me, I grip her tighter. “Are you listening?”
“Yes,” she answers breathlessly.
“I wasn’t going to let you come, I was going to edge you out until you were crying, begging for more, but your lack of trust or even regard for me is disconcerting.” I press my lips right against her ear as I start to pulse my finger over her clit. “I’m a good man. You might not see it now, but you will.”
“This won’t change anything,” she says.
“That’s a boldfaced lie,” I say as her legs tighten around my hand and her body stiffens even more. “This will change everything. You might still hate me, you might still not want to look at me, but you’ll damn well know, you fucking crave me.”
I apply more pressure and move faster and faster until she clamps around me and moans against the wall as her pelvis rocks across my finger.
She comes.
And she comes hard. My hand is soaked by her arousal, and she grinds against me, her moans muffled by the wall. She rides out her orgasm and every spasm until there’s nothing left inside of her to give.
I pull my hand away and spin her back around, planting her back against the wall. I tilt her chin up so her eyes meet mine, and that’s when I drag my finger that was just teasing her pussy across my tongue. Her eyes turn heady as she watches me taste every last inch of my fingers.