Page 109 of Sorrow & Strangers

“Stranger . . .” she moans, her hips bucking and her legs falling open.

I settle the hard base of my cock against her clit and bear down, taking the opportunity to grind against her for a moment before shifting to my knees and widening my stance. Spreading her legs, I hold her open for my touch. My fingers trace the sensitive creases of her thighs, brushing against the exposed swell of her pussy.

“Admit it,” I whisper, brushing my lips over her pulse.

Accept that I’m the only one who can make you like this, who can push you to this point of desperation. Admit that I’m the only one for you.

“I . . .” She pants.

I bounce one finger over her core, then up to tap against her clit.

“You made me wet!” she cries out, her hips jerking, seeking more of my touch.

“Good girl,” I purr, smirking down at her.

Leaning down, I bite her neck hard before vanishing from her bed, leaving her unsatisfied and with the knowledge that even if she touches herself, and I know she will, it won’t be what she needs.

I settle into my chair in my study and open the surveillance spell, watching the confusion on her face morph to anger at my absence. Good. She’ll learn how futile it is to continue pretending. To continue lying to herself. She sits up and looks around, growling softly before grabbing her phone.

Summer

Are you watching me?

Did she actually think I would stop?

Unknown

Always.

She narrows her eyes at her phone and tosses it to the side. Lying back down, she slams her eyes shut, feigning sleep.

I can’t help but chuckle. Gods, she is adorable. I laugh outright when I see her hips twist and her thighs clench beneath the covers, doing all she can to deny her need to come right now. Leaning back in my chair, I smirk.

“Go on, touch yourself,” I whisper to her, even though she can’t hear me.

She manages to resist for a few minutes, but eventually she cups her breasts and squeezes, her fingers plucking at her nipples. All humor flees, and I bite back a moan. Slowly, she slides her hand down her body, and I watch, mesmerized, as it vanishes beneath the covers. I grip my cock, circling it and stroking firmly from base to tip. This is torture for me too. Resisting the temptation to tie her to her bed and make her come on my mouth and then on my cock was nearly impossible, but there are still too many things in the way.

Summer moans loudly, and I know she’s touched her swollen clit. Fuck. My hand tightens around my aching cock in response. Her eyes flutter closed.

“Are you remembering the dream, princess? Imagining that you never woke up?” I whisper.

I know I am.

Deliberately, I time the movement of my hand to the flexing of her arm, telling me she’s circling her clit. Her thighs spread wide, and her arm moves deeper beneath the covers. I imagine her slipping her fingers into the molten heat at her core.

“Remember my touch, my mouth, and my taste,” I groan, my hand moving faster. “You know your fingers are not enough.”

“Stranger,” she moans breathlessly, her voice indolent with need.

“That’s right. Call my fucking name as you touch what belongs to me.”

She cries out, and my toes curl at how close I am to coming myself. Licking my lips, I remember the taste of her cunt on her fingers. She is so delectably sweet.

“Don’t stop,” she moans, her eyes still closed.

“I’ll never stop,” I answer, and she cries out.

I growl in response, watching as she turns her face into her pillow to muffle her shout. Her entire body shudders as she comes, and I can’t help but follow, spilling onto my desk.