Page 82 of Wicked as Secrets


Font Size:  

“You heard me. Roll them between your thumbs and fingers. Squeeze them. I want to see you touch yourself while I torment your pussy.” When her womb clenched, he laughed low in her ear. “You like that idea, too. You just gushed in my hand. Pinch them now.”

Her hands shook as she took hold of her nipples. She turned and squeezed the tips, then gasped. The sensations blended with the slow burn of his fingers, melding into an achingly delicious fever that had her on the edge.

“Yes,” he praised. “Show me how you like it.”

She brushed them with her thumbs, then skimmed her fingernails over the distended tips until they puffed up even more, pouty and begging.

“So fucking pretty…” he praised. “But I need a closer look. Stand up.”

Was he crazy? Her knees were like Jell-O. How did he expect them to support her?

He fitted his free hand under her arm and nudged her to her feet, then sidled behind her and pressed her body against his chest. He was like fire, his skin an inferno as he rocked his thick cock against her backside as if to remind her of what she was missing.

“Now take off everything else. I don’t want anything between me and your pussy. Say ‘Yes, Matt.’”

She squirmed with both arousal and a hint of shame. “Yes, Matt.”

When he lifted his hand, the absence of his touch hurt like a physical cramp that nearly brought her to her knees. Quickly, she peeled off the last of her clothes, stripping her body bare for him.

“Good girl. Now say it. ‘You own me, Matt.’”

Madison had to believe he would treasure and keep her safe. And she was too far gone to do anything but give in. “You own me, Matt.”

“For as long as I’m protecting you, yes. You are my price. Now sit and spread for me again.”

He assisted her onto the stool. The second she opened herself, he covered her clit. “You’re soaked.”

Madison felt it, heard the slide of his digits through her flesh in the otherwise silent room. The sound both enthralled and embarrassed her.

When she tried to close her legs, he grabbed one knee and nudged them apart. “No. When I’m with you, your legs are spread unless I say otherwise. Do you understand? Say ‘Yes, Matt.’”

Resisting the onslaught of his questing fingers was hard enough, but his demands were the titillating whispers of her fantasies.

“Yes, Matt.” Madison spread herself open for him again.

“Good girl.”

“Are you going to let me come?”

Matt’s low laugh added another layer to her arousal. “You haven’t been that good.”

She moaned in protest, but he didn’t budge, merely manipulated her clit so slowly her spine twisted. She whined with need, shaking, clawing, and begging.

“Fuck, you’re pretty when you plead.” He withdrew his hand from between her legs, ignoring her protest, and led her across the room. “Stop here.”

Madison did, hoping an end to her agony was in sight. Her sex cramped in need. She felt empty without Matt inside her. She shifted, trying to find relief, but all she managed to do was exacerbate every swollen, sensitive nerve.

“Stop. I won’t let you wriggle yourself into an orgasm.”

Then an unfamiliar sound filled the air—metal sliding through a track?—followed by a click, as if something snapped into place. She stiffened.

“Everything is fine,” he assured. “Nothing to worry about, just setting up to heap more pleasure on you.”

She breathed out a sigh of relief. “I couldn’t see and—”

“I’ve got you,” he vowed, dropping a kiss to the top of her shoulder as he caressed her hip and grazed his way down her thigh. “I won’t let anything happen to you.”

He lifted her onto a padded surface before he nestled one foot on the corner. He repeated the process with the other. Then he braced his palms on her knees and slowly pressed her legs apart, leaving her gaping open, where he could seeeverything.

Source: www.allfreenovel.com
Articles you may like