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“Very good girl.”
The way those two words, “good girl,” hit me, it works at the tight knot of my control.
His fingers slip under the edge of the panties, and he runs two fingers up and down the wet seam. He parts my folds and spreads me wide. He circles my clit, coaxing a moan from my lips before pushing both fingers inside of me.
“Oh god,” I groan at the delicious intrusion. He fills me, my pussy clenching tightly around him as my control continues to loosen.
His fingers curl upwards, hitting that spot I only sometimes locate with my vibrator. It’s like an itch I know is always there but rarely can scratch. Yet he finds it with each slow, purposeful thrust.
The pressure builds quickly. It feels so goddamn good to give in, my body starts to relax against his chest. Titan’s forced eye contact only amplifies the pleasure. I’m forced to watch him watch me, forced to see him smile as I pant and gasp, forced to watch his eyes glint a dusky twilight gray as my face and chest burn a bright pink.
I move against him, making small circles with my hips on the tight platform.
“That’s it, baby girl, take what you need.”
“Yes…fuck… I want more,” I moan.
I want more pressure, more contact, more everything.
“I’m so close,” I whimper, surprising myself with how fast I got there.
“Not yet,” Titan growls.
I cry out as his fingers leave me. He lifts me from the pedestal with what must be superhuman strength because I’ve never felt so weightless. Instantly I wrap my legs around his waist as he carries me back through the dining room and then down another hall.
“Please,” I beg as I grind into his stomach, trying to return to the brink of orgasm he had brought me to.
“Needy girl.” He smiles, carrying me into what I, in my current state, can only vaguely recognize as a bedroom.
He lets out another low growl as he gently tosses me backwards onto the bed. My arms shoot out across the pillows to stabilize myself, and I instantly register the high thread-count sheets.
“Undress,” Titan commands as he steps back in front of the bed, watching me as he takes off his suit jacket and undoes the top two buttons of his shirt.
Moonlight streams in from the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting his angled form in sharp cuts of shadow and glowing light. He looks like a statue, so perfect and solid. I want to watch him undress fully, to see what all of him would look like in contrasting shades of gray.
“I’m waiting.” Titan stops at the top buttons of his shirt, only a few inches of pale muscle on display, and his chiseled face stares at me with disapproval.
Caught between nervous laughter and a moan, I toe off my heels, kicking them to the corner of the room. Then I slip off my panties and pull my dress up and over my head, throwing them on the shoes.
Clothed only in silver light, my chest rises and falls with dramatic breaths as my body still hums with the incomplete release. I’m kneeling on the bed, my slick thighs pressed together as I try to gain some relief.
“Spread your thighs, baby girl. Let me see you.” His voice is almost feral. “Let me see what is mine tonight.”
I’m alone on the bed, and Titan’s towering presence is so large and unerring as he watches over me. I don’t know if I can handle feeling so exposed. I let out a tiny strangled noise as I spread my knees a few bare inches apart. I want to keep the pressure; it’s the only control I have left.
“Not like that,” Titan growls, low and final.
He stalks towards the foot of the bed, and a zing of fear and desire races up my spine as he closes in on me. His fully dressed form so near my naked one makes me squirm with a potent mixture of shame and arousal.
He leans over the bed and grips me at the soft crease of where thigh meets hips. He yanks me down the bed with a smooth jerk, forcing a surprised yelp out of me as I fall backwards.
“Titan,” I squeak as he pulls my ass to the very edge of the bed so I have to bend my knees towards my chest and lift my feet into the air. Roughly, he spreads my thighs wide.
“Thisis how I want you.” His voice is ragged with desire as he drops to the floor in front of me, his face in line with my pussy. He parts my folds, opening me, spreading me, looking at me like I’m a tiny, precious thing he could devour whole. “I want to see exactly how wet I’ve made my good girl.”
“Titan,” I breathe. It’s too much to look at him, and my head falls back on the bed.
How did I get here? How did I give up my position as seductress so easily? Why do I like it so much?
