Page 12 of Under His Command
I get up on the couch, sitting on my heels and pushing the ice cube back out on my tongue. The more it stays inside my mouth, the faster it will melt. I’m not even sure how much of it is left at this point.
Rowan, on the other hand, seems to be taking his sweet time as he collects a few more ice cubes before finally making his way toward me. Taking a seat next to me, he taps his lap and says, “Come here. Give me your pussy.”
Fuck. I whimper in anticipation and shame as I go to sit on his lap, the position so intimate it makes my cheeks flush. I’ve never held him before. Never felt the wall of muscle beneath his shirt other than that one minute five years ago. I want to lean into it, I want my hands to roam all over his body, but it doesn’t seem like I get a say in it just yet. Plus, the ice cube is fucking melting.
I lie back on the couch, positioned with my hips in his lap. His hand tugs at the white, lacy undergarments he bought me and rips them open to expose my swollen pussy.
“There. Now open your mouth and give me back the ice.”
There’s not much left of it at this point. But I sprawl out my tongue and he takes it, the warmth of his fingers clashing with the coldness of my lips.
Without any warning, he places the ice in the middle of my clit, pushing it with his finger as I arch my back and gasp out a moan.
“Quiet,” he commands, letting the ice slide down, then pushing it inside my pussy. “I’m not anywhere close to being done, and you’re distracting me with your pretty moans.”
What is he doing to me? What is this man doing to me—ahh.
I melt down into the couch, biting my lip to stop from crying out.
My pussy swallows up the cube, and I can feel it melt down inside the warmth of my walls. It slides against them, making me move my hips up and down.
Another cube makes it inside me, Rowan’s finger smearing me with both my wetness and the melted water. They slide in easily, cooling me down, but making practically no difference in how utterly aroused I am.
“Please, please, just…” I plead, but the rest of the sentence trails off. Why isn’t he fucking me already? Why is he torturing me like this?
“You want more, angel?”
“Yes, yes, I—”
“You haven’t earned it yet, I’m afraid. You’ll take what I’m giving you for now.”
I close my eyes and he pushes past the folds of my dripping pussy, entering me as far as his fingers can go, until they touch whatever ice is left in my channel. As soon as I feel him inside, I moan so loudly I have to bite my lip to quiet down.
My eyes crack open when he pinches my nipple between his fingers. I arch and I wiggle and I whimper-moan, his sleek fingers sliding in and out of me with ease.
“That’s it. That’s my good girl,” he whispers, his other hand moving from my breasts to my neck, pulling on the belt and taking away my air. “Don’t come yet, angel. Hold on for little bit longer,” he says, his fingers stuck inside me as I struggle to breathe through an incoming orgasm.
The pain around my neck isn’t helping—it’s turning up the pleasure tenfold—and I’m this close to coming all over his hand and lap. “Breathe for me. Hold it,” he says, finally releasing the belt.
“Jesus…” I moan, taking huge breaths of air as my pussy clenches around him, begging me to come. “I can’t. I can’t—”
“Rowan,” he says, sliding another finger down into my ass. “That’s the only name you’ll scream when I fuck you.”
My orgasm explodes like a tsunami, sending shockwaves all throughout my flushed body. At the same time, Rowan’s hand thrusts faster, both in my pussy and in my ass, making me lose complete control of myself. I come all over his thigh, clenching down on his fingers, a trickle of sweat beading my forehead from the intensity of it.
“So fucking perfect. So beautiful,” he praises as I twitch under his hands.
“Rowan…” I mewl.
“You did so well, angel.”
“I’m sorry. I couldn’t wait.”
But he isn’t angry. Or disappointed. Or disinterested in the slightest. Instead, he smiles and starts working on my overstimulated clit with his thumb again. “We have all night to work on that.”
“I don’t think… I don’t think I can do that again.”
“Oh, but you will. You’ll come over my tongue and hands for as long as it takes to quench my thirst for tonight. And then tomorrow, we’ll go again. And again. And again. Until you’re a pleading mess covered in cum and drool, and begging for my cock.”
