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I squeezed my eyes shut beneath the blindfold, fighting another needy sound that wanted to surface at his touches. He didn’t stop, and I jumped as his fingersdipped below my bra and rolled along my nipple. The sound I made was low and traitorous, but I was shaking, head to toe.
Then the touch slipped between my thighs, and I let out a breath of panic, wriggling away, but his other hand held my hips in place.
“Shh,” he murmured, and his fingers brushed along the slick coating my heat. “You’re so wet for me.”
“It’s… not…” I tried to say the words, but my voice was nothing more than a whine.
I clamped my mouth shut, but he hadn’t moved his fingers. I could feel them there, pressed against my entrance, but he didn’t move. I was frozen, hips raised just enough that my muscles were strained.
“Go on then, Gem. Pleasure yourself, so I don’t have to do it.”
I still shook, desperate, needy.
Was this the drugs?
This isn’t me.
I don’t want this.
I needed it, though. I needed this, so he wouldn’t go any further.
As he twisted my nipple, I shuddered and sank down onto him with a moan. Stars lit in my veins, and I squeezed my eyes shut, hating myself. Even though something wasn’t right… it wasn’t his fingers I sank onto. It was something solid and thin—about the width of a finger, but cooler.
“Good girl,” he breathed, tugging on my nipple again, which made it hard to orient myself.
But… he wasn’t even using his fingers. I didn’t know why that was so much more humiliating, but it was… impersonal, like he was playing with me.
Sometimes, the way he looked at me, I thought maybe hedidwant me. After what he’d just done it was hard to deny. But I knew any alphas who weren’t my mates would hurt me with ease, and this could be a long game for him.
Would he even fuck me? Or was this about seeing how far I could be pushed?
I was afraid that this was all a game to him, when I didn’t know up from down…
Still, my mind was hazy. I just knew I had to get off, as debasing at this was. It wasn’t long before I sunk back down with a feral relief at the feeling of the object that was filling me. My nerves were on fire. I needed release from this touch. I needed… something more.
“Beautiful,” he murmured, such easy praise that shook me soul deep like the pathetic omega I was, betraying my mates like this. The heat in my core built, slower this time, a restless tide frantic to break free.
It was like he was everywhere, with this blindfold on. A whole world of midnight opium drowning me. Why was his scent so soothing?
I ground down over the rigid object, a whimper loosing from my throat. It wasn’t enough. It left me feeling hollow.
He shifted, and the object was gone. I gasped as his grip clamped around my neck.
“Is it not enough, Gem?” he asked. “When you were melting on my fingers before?”
Again, I felt the thing slide inside me and I moaned. Itwasn’tenough and slick was dripping down my thighs.
I washeady with need and shame, desperate for this to be over. But he’d stopped, and my pulse was racing.
My mind still wasn’t right, my body shaking as he slid the thin object into me over and over. “Tell me it’s not enough,” he said.
My breathing ragged, my body on fire from the orgasm left on the edge. I was moaning, frantic and pitiful. I didn’t want it, yet I knew I needed it. Ihadto find a way to make it happen.
Again, he slid it in, and again I moaned with desperation at the taunt. He was holding me still so he could be the one who pressed it into me.
“All you have to do is shake your head.” His words were a caress in my ear, and still he was pumping it in and out, holding me suspended over him by my neck.
“It will be,” I hissed, fighting his grip to grind down on it, to find something more.
