“All you have to do is ask.” His hot breath washes over my damp shirt as he nips at the edge of my breast. “Beg me. Beg me to make you come.”
Hell no.
My hips buck, rubbing his hand with desperate, brazen need. My body begs even if my mouth won’t, even if my pride refuses to shatter completely.
“Say, ‘Please, Max.’” His voice drops, adopting a seductive quality. “Say, ‘Please fuck my greedy little cunt with your fingers.’”
I bite my lip violently enough to taste copper as my hips rock harder.
“Or maybe it’s my cock you want. You were having so much fun riding it before. Beg me, and maybe I’ll give you that too.” His knuckles oscillate like a wave, causing my toes to curl again.
With every circle of his thumb, every word from his mouth, my control slips away. Each second, the pressure mounts until I’m nothing but a writhing mass of tortured desire.
This is what helplessness feels like. Not just my physical body tied to the bed with my own stockings. This is a deep, complete betrayal of my psyche. Everything I thought I was dissolves under his touch.
A muffled moan escapes my lips. I squeeze my eyes shut, unable to bear looking at him as he drives me higher and higher.
“I can make you feel so good.” His thumb eases into a stroking motion. “Beg me, and maybe I’ll play nice.”
My embarrassment should kill the arousal. Instead, every sense sharpens. Humiliation and desire feed each other until I can’t tell where one ends and the other begins.
I’m gone, lost in an intense sensation that whites out all thought except for how I’m going to get more.
I’m so close. Right at the edge where one more stroke, one more second, one more?—
Max stops and pulls away, leaving me gasping and shaking and desperate.
His voice breaks through the fog of my mind. “You didn’t beg, so I guess you don’t want to come.”
His thumb returns for one final stroke over my aching clit before he removes his hand from my panties and pats my cheek. “I win, Nika.”
My body screams, unfulfilled, the pleasure cut off right at the peak as humiliation returns full force.
What the hell was I thinking? Although my body apparently didn’t get the memo, I can’t forget that Max is the enemy.
Just wait until the tables are turned, Max. Then we’ll see who ends up begging who.
Max
I swing up off the bed, trying not to crush my hard-on as Nika trembles and curses me.
She’s already gotten enough pleasure from me in the last twenty-four hours. Riding me like that, luring me to the precipice. She was happy to take advantage while she was in control. The twisted part of me wants to know how much more she enjoys it when she’s the one on the hook.
I left her hanging on the edge of an orgasm, intentionally denying her. I knew she wouldn’t break yet, but when she does, she’ll spill all her secrets.
Despite how much I want to fuck her, she’s just a problem to solve.
I walk out of the room without a backward glance because I sure as hell won’t give her the satisfaction of glimpsing how much she affected me.
The main living area spreads out, floor-to-ceiling windows showcasing nothing but white darkness. Not a single light remains on, and no soft hum of heated air blows through the vents.
First order of business is survival.
I have no idea how long the power will be out, if there are backup generators, or the quality of the insulation. Now that I don’t have Nika’s body to distract me, I’m reminded of just how cold I am.
A stack of prepped firewood sits next to the fireplace, and more logs line one wall. I grab an armful and find matches on the mantel.
Soon enough, flames crackle in the hearth, warming the living room degree by degree.
