I open my mouth.
And he…he shoves my panties inside.
My eyes go wide.
I don’t even have time to be embarrassed before cotton fills my mouth, muffling every sound to a helpless whine. I taste myself on the fabric, and Kaelion gives me a satisfied smile.
“Good,” he says. “That works.”
Heat floods my face as he tucks the edges of the fabric gently between my teeth, careful not to hurt me, careful not to touch my lips with his fingers long enough to trigger an orgasm. His restraint is maddening—controlled to the point of cruelty.
“Bite down,” he instructs.
I do.
“Now…” he says, “do you have command of your hands while you’re coming?”
I shake my head, every inch of me begging for him and knowing I need to behave.
“In that case, I will take your making too much noise as a sign that I need to stop,” he says. “I don’t want to overwhelm your nervous system; so…if you cause too much of a ruckus,knowthat I will stop.”
A frantic whimper catches in my throat. I nod—jerky and desperate and full-body. I understand. I understand all of it.
“Good girl,” he says.
The praise sinks deep, molten and instantaneous. My thighs tremble, pussy fluttering even though he hasn’t touched me again, not really, not yet. He just said good girl and my entire system lit up like a live wire.
He notices, of course.
“Fascinating,” he murmurs. “I wonder if I could make you come just from language.”
Then—finally—he moves.
“Earlier,” he says, fingers hovering over my thigh. “You begged me to fuck you. When you’re experiencing this arousal…you desire the sensation of being filled, yes?”
I nod fast, vigorous, frantic.
He keeps that clinical tone, and god it makes this all so much better.
“I want to test if you find relief faster with penetration,” he explains. God, okay. Fuck yes. My legs fall open, aching for him. “I’m going to penetrate you digitally; I anticipate you’ll come almost right away. If it gets to be too much…remember to let me know. I’ll be listening.”
I nod again, breath coming hard and fast now.
And then?—
He moves so close to my pussy that I can feel the heat of his hand…
…and two fingers slide in to the second knuckle.
I almost scream into the gag, but I know that will make him stop—so I don’t. I clench around him once, twice, three times. I ramp up fast, just like he said, and then?—
I’m coming. Oh god, oh god, fuck,fuck?—
He starts to slowly fuck his fingers into me as I come around them, gushing arousal onto his smooth, neat bedspread. He watches it happen like it confirms a theory, my body locking up around his fingers, every muscle pulling tight as pleasure detonates. I shake, and still don’t make a sound loud enough to stop him. The gag does its job. My hands stay where he put them. I obey, even as my vision fractures into whiteout.
“Good,” he purrs, lips parting slightly. “Lie back. I want to see how many we can get…and if your refractory period lengthens with satisfied desire.”
He keeps his fingers inside me and I fall back to the mattress, rocking into his touch. My head presses back into the pillows, throat working around the fabric as another orgasm tears through me—shorter, sharper, almost painful in its intensity. Tears spill sideways into my hair, my thighs shaking so hard they bump against his shoulders.
