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"Complete the sentence… Go on," I challenge her.
She presses her lips together.
"Lost your nerve?"
She shakes her head.
"Then why don’t you call me the name that was on the tip of your tongue? Go on."
"Jerkhole," she bursts out. Before she can close her mouth, I reach for her panties and stuff them in her mouth.
Her entire body shudders.
"Should I stop?"
Her shoulders stiffen.
"Should I, Abby? Should I walk away?”
15
Abby
I should let him walk away. I should tell him to get out of my bedroom, out of my apartment, and out of my life, except… This is where I’ve fantasized about him being. In my bed… Or rather, next to it, where he’s standing now. I tug on my arms, and the knots around my wrists shift. Pinpricks of sensation crawl up to my shoulders. I shouldn’t find the fact that he tied me up so much of a turn on. I should be upset that he laughed at the suggestion that he could develop feelings for me. He threw my declaration of love in my face, then proceeded to face-plant, drunk, in my bed.
Then, he had the temerity to wake me up with his head between my legs—not that I’m complaining—and when he licked my pussy, in all honesty, I almost came right then. No doubt, it’s the thought of the possible orgasm that has me on my knees, bent over, bound, blindfolded, and gagged. That, and the fact my pride won’t let me turn him down. I will not let him scare me. I will not let him prove that, at heart, I’m still a spoiled mafia princess. That I can’t take whatever form of erotic punishment he has planned for me.
A trembling grips me. I hold onto the headboard and try to stop myself from shaking, but I can’t. And it’s not because I’m afraid of him… It’s…anticipation and lust, mixed with a healthy dose of expectation of what’s to come.
"Do you want me to leave, Abby?" His hard voice sends another burst of sensations firing across my nerve-endings.
"Do you?"
I shake my head and hear a low exhale from him. "Good girl."
My heart seems to swell in my chest. My belly quivers. Moisture pools between my legs, and I squeeze my thighs together.
The next moment, he thrusts his fingers into my pussy.
What the—I try to wriggle away, but he grips my hips and holds me in place. "Did that arouse you? Did you like it when I called you a good girl?"
My inner walls instantly clamp down on his digits, and he chuckles. It’s a low, malicious sound that vibrates down my spine and straight to my core. My nipples tighten until they’re pinpoints of torment. A flare of heat coils in my lower belly, and more moisture slides out of my slit.
"Jesus, you’re soaked. You’re loving this, aren’t you?"
I shake my head. I have to deny it; I have to. It’s one thing to have my body betray me; it’s another for me to admit to it.
"Lying now, are we? Fine then." He pulls his fingers out, and I miss the intrusion at once. He already aroused me to fever-pitch when he ate me out, and the authority with which he handles my body now only serves to set every cell alight with desire. I hear him move away, and I wriggle around. I manage to whine and tug on my bindings enough that he stops.
"Changed your mind?" he growls.
I nod.
"So, you’ll answer me truthfully? Does it arouse you when I praise you?"
Yes, you bastard!Not that I say that aloud, of course. Instead, I jerk my chin again.
"That’s my good girl."
