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“No.”
And then there was silence as I continued to stand there.
My hands moved without me realizing, my fingertips ghosting my thighs as my lips parted on a sigh. I imagined it was him touching me as I stroked upward, over my stomach, tracing the outline of my hips and then brushing over my breasts. Groaning at how sensitive my skin felt, I palmed them, twisting my nipples, sending a shot of pleasure to my aching pussy. Guessing that Marshall must have left the room again, but not wanting to open my eyes and risk getting caught, I kept one hand on my breast while the other dropped. My legs parted slightly as my fingers slipped through my folds.
“Oh fuck,” I groaned, my head falling back as I sank a finger inside my dripping entrance. “You’re missing out,sir,” I mumbled as I twisted my nipple again, my walls tightening. Adding a second finger, I fucked myself slowly, pressing the heel of my hand against my clit.
The room was cool, but my body burned with the need to come. Breathless, close to the edge, I added another finger, shamelessly loving the burn that followed. My back arched, my hair tickling my oversensitive skin and my orgasm sparked, spreading up my spine like—“Stop.”
Marshall’s tone dripped with dominance, and I froze. “Open your eyes.”
I lifted my lids, finding him sitting on the sofa, exactly where he’d been earlier, although now he was naked and his very hard, very angry looking cock stood to attention between his thighs, the veins pulsating along the shaft as if he was as close as I was.
“I thought you’d gone and left me.”
He hummed. “That’s what I wanted you to think. And look what you did. Come here.”
I slipped my fingers from inside me, whimpering loudly at how sensitive I was. I walked slowly because every step sent a shot of pleasure through me and I was worried I was going to come from the motion.
When I was in front of him between his spread thighs, he took my wrist, bringing my wet fingers to his lips. “Did I tell you that you could touch yourself, Sugar?”
I shook my head, and he sucked my fingers into his mouth, cocking a brow. “No, sir.”
He cleaned them completely, never once breaking our gaze. When he was done, he patted his knee with his other hand and I laid back over him.
“Spread your legs, Sugar.” Without warning, he pushed two fingers inside, instantly bringing me back to the edge of my orgasm.
“Marshall.”
“You’re really not learning tonight, are you?”
“Fuck. Sir. I need to come.”
Marshall grumbled out a chuckle that told me I wasn’t coming anytime soon and at the same time, he removed his fingers and pushed his thumb inside me, making me cry out, desperate tears pricking my eyes.
My fists curled and my body arched, but again, as soon as my orgasm closed in, he stopped touching me, leaving my body shaking.
“God, you’re stunning. I don’t think I tell you enough how much fun I’ve had with you since that day on the bus… how much I like being around you, Sugar.”
His words hit hard. Calling me a good girl was one thing, but these were words I was desperate to hear.
“Marshall.” He tutted. “Sir, don’t say things like that unless you mean them. Please. Don’t fuck with words like that.”
Running his hand over my ass, he spread me wide, his arousal covered thumb pressing against my tight hole, pushing inside. “Oh, fuck… Oh, God. Please let me come. I’ll do anything, sir. Anything.”
He didn’t say a word, instead pushing his two wet fingers into my pussy, pumping them and his thumb in and out of me slowly as his other hand rubbed and massaged my ass.
“I meant it, Sugar. I like being around you.”
I had so many questions—Just me or the boys as well? Was he finally happy about the curse? Could he see himself staying because he wanted to and not because he had to?—but my head was empty and all I could focus on was the burning need between my thighs.
He wasn’t gentle, fucking me hard with his fingers and thumb, filling me, edging me to a point I didn’t think I could come back from, but just as the flame of my arousal ignited, he pulled out, slapping me hard on the ass.
The contrast between pleasure and pain was almost overwhelming. Tears streamed down my face with frustration as my legs shook.
“Count, Sugar.”
“One.”
