“Can I please put the chain down, Sir?”
“You have a habit of forgetting that title,” Maya mused. “Unless I’m fucking you hard enough that obeying me is the only thing on your mind. Then you’reverygood at saying it.”
Maya flicked over her clit. Harper twitched, a rattling followed, before she forced her arms to still.
“I love keeping you here. Right near the edge.” Maya flicked over her harder.Faster. “I could ask you to beg. To moan my name until you went hoarse. Anything, and you would do it. Anything I want until I feel you deserve to come. Until you’ve earned it.”
Harper’s breath was shaking. Her arms were too, muscles burning.
“You’re gorgeous,” Maya whispered. “You’re so fucking incredible. Your laugh is one of the most beautiful noises I’ve ever heard, second only to these desperate moans you’re making.”
Maya pulled her backwards, making Harper lean against her. Harper panted, keeping her arms in position.
“I can keep going. List all the things I admire about you. For hours. But since you’re so tense that I’m worried you’re about to snap, I’ll go easy on you. Tell me what you want right now.”
To let go. To drop the chain and let herself succumb to Maya’s expert fucking fingers.
An easy thing to say, and likely what Maya was expecting. But it wasn’t what Harperreallywanted right then.
“Touch you, Sir.”
She’d wanted it from the moment she’d seen her at the outpost. From the moment she jumped into Maya’s arms like a teenager in love. Wanted to feel her, taste her, hear hermoan.
Maya stopped moving. Harper gasped, a wave of awful relief flooding her body, as the sudden lack of stimulation pulled her away from the edge.
Her limbs ached. Sweat had pearled on her skin, and her breath was shallow. And she kept her arms in place, even though her muscles felt like they’d caught fire.
“Drop the chain.”
Harper unclenched her hands. The chain ran between her fingers, landing on the floor with a dull thud.
Maya withdrew her hand, moving away. As silent as a ghost. Harper couldn’t even tell if she was still behind her or not.
The silence stretched. Harper raised her hands for the blindfold. Maybe Maya had left?
“Don’t take it off.”
Maya’s voice was even. Dark.Wanting. It wasn’t as close as before, coming from somewhere next to her.
“Come over here.”
Harper pictured the layout of the room. The cabin was small, consisting only of a bedroom, bathroom, and the combined kitchen and living space. The fireplace at one end, with a couch right next to it.
Harper turned towards it, preparing to stand.
“No. Crawl to me.”
The throbbing between her legs spiked. Which it really shouldn’t. She’d done it before, plenty of times, enjoying the sight of her target looking at her slack-jawed.
But she didn’t have that here. It wasn’t for her benefit, but for Maya’s.
Harper crawled towards her voice. She stopped when her hands found the base of the couch. And Maya’s bare feet.
She’d been dressed when they started this. How much had she taken off?
Swallowing, Harper got on her knees. She moved her hands up Maya’s bare legs. Then her thighs. Then over soft leather near her hips and up a firm shaft of silicone.
Thank fuck she’d been presumptuous enough to bring all thosethings.
