Heir Of Deception
“Do those boyfriends of yours ever touch you like this?”
I tried to answer, but he flicked my earlobe with his tongue, and my words dissolved into a whimper. He slid his fingers lower, circling me without release, trapping me at the brink.
He pinned my wrists overhead, crushing any thought of resistance. I arched for friction; he pressed me flat with a quiet command that made me feel completely his.
Pulling back, he met my eyes, dark satisfaction gleaming there.
“You’re so wet,” He whispered. “Such a dirty little girl.”
Shame and want tangled in me as he tilted my face up.
“Please…” I gasped.
He bared his teeth and asked, “You want to come so badly, don’t you?”
I nodded, voiceless.