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I make to stand, but he grabs my wrist. “Not yet. You’ve not answered my question.”
“The food was really good,” I bleat out.
He leans in closely. “Not that question, Sinful. The one I asked you about earlier. Do you make sounds like the woman on the TV?”
She’s still moaning away. I can honestly say I’ve never made any noise comparable to her, but I can’t say that to Mercier. I don’t say anything at all.
“Let’s see for ourselves then, shall we?”
My body freezes as he lifts up the bottom of my pajama top and his hand snakes up toward my breast. “What are you doing?”
“It’s science, Sinful. I’m testing a hypothesis. I’m doing an experiment to see if I can make you make you scream.”
Terror fills my lungs and I want to scream now, but his next move has my breath being forced from my lungs. He pinches my nipple, causing my to bite my teeth together as I force air through them. He lets go then cups my breast, running lay circles over the nipple,, soothing away the hurt he just caused. I feel my face flaming as I urge it to remain impartial.
When he next speaks his mouth is so close to my ear and his words come out in a husky whisper that send goose bumps down my arms. “You are so beautiful, my sinful girl. You should relax. I’m not going to do anything to you that you don’t tell me you want.”
I let out a low breath. “I don’t want anything. I don’t want this.”
His hand caresses the underside of my breast and his fingers move lightly over my stomach, so close to the top of my pajama pants. I shift my hips involuntarily upwards as he begins to pull them away.
I grab his wrist before he can move away fully. I don’t even know what I want.
He chuckles. “No way, my Sinful. You had your chance.” The tips of his fingers skirt the waistband of my pajamas. his touch is so light that I can barely feel it and yet it’s making me feel things I’ve never felt before.
I don’t say a word, but I don’t let go of his wrist. His fingers are still dancing over my skin.
“Let go of me, Sinful. Let go, and I’ll go to my bedroom alone.”
I don’t let go. I can’t. His fingers slip under the waistband and move lower. It takes every ounce of composure I have not to squirm against him.
“Let go of me and tell me to go, Sinful.” His voice has changed and this time I don’t think he’s impersonating anyone else. His breathing is ragged and despite his words, his body has moved closer to mine. My mind is in a spin, but my body is aching to feel something... something new.
His fingers don’t stop, but there’s only so far he can move them without me withdrawing my wrist. I want to go back to my room so badly, but my body wants something I don’t understand. I push his hand a fraction of an inch further.
“You have no idea what you are doing to me, Sinful baby.” I can’t answer as he touches a part of me that has my hand letting go and my lungs sucking in air.
“Tell me to go,” he growls as his fingers rub against my clit sending waves of pleasure. I bite down on my bottom lip as I arch my hips upward and lean back.
I let out a soft moan as he circles his fingers more quickly.
“Tell me to fucking leave you alone, goddamnit!” His voice is raw and angrier than I’ve ever heard him.
I don’t want him to have control over me, but I’m desperate to chase the feelings he’s igniting within me. “I won’t,” I breath out. I can barely believe the words coming from my mouth.
“Oh you are my good girl. My good sinful girl, he murmurs. He inserts a finger inside of me. I whimper, more in shock at how easy it is for him to invade my body than any kind of physical feeling, but I can’t deny how glorious it feels.
“That’s a start, but I think we can do better.” He inserts another finger pressing into my core. I want to cry out with the shame of it and with the new sensations, but I can’t because then I’ll be giving him the satisfaction he craves. Total control over my body. I want this, but I want it on my terms.
I’ll take what he gives, but I won’t make a sound.
His thumb presses between my folds, and when he finds my clit and begins to circle it again, I have to clamp my teeth together to keep from making any noise. My hand finds the back of the sofa and I grip it tightly, trying to stave off the sensations that are building in my body.
“You are so fucking tight. I thought with all the men you’ve had, you wouldn’t be so tight.”
I shake my head as another jolt wracks my body. Just like before, my body is reacting to him, making it harder and harder to pull away. My blood heats up as he moves his thumb more quickly and I find myself pressing toward him instead of pulling back.
“That’s right,” he breathes, “Don’t fight it, Sinful. I’m going to make you scream out my name.”
