Page 26 of Hurt Me Not
She was fully clothed while I was naked, and somehow that heightened the experience. Shame licked at my skin, but it didn’t stop me. It heated me from head to toe, and all I wanted to do was whatever she told me to.
Emerson took in a sharp breath but made no move to come closer.
“So obedient. Your body’s begging for me to fuck you. Touch yourself.”
I leaned back against the couch, the soft fabric brushing against my hypersensitive skin. It was intoxicating. Her stare. Her smell. God, the entire fucking apartment felt like it was bathed in her intoxicating scent.
I gasped when my fingers hit my wet folds. I had felt my desire pooling but hadn’t realized how much I wanted her until now.
“Fucking weeping for someone to fuck it,” she said, her voice thick with want.
“For you,” I corrected. When my fingers brushed across my clit, she raised a brow.
“Did I say you could do that?”
“You told me to touch myself,” I replied and went one step further, circling my clit slowly. I was testing the waters of our… relationship? Seeing just how far she was willing to take it and how far I was willing to go. “You never said where or how.Specific,remember?”
I thought I saw amusement pass through her eyes, but it was gone in a second.
“Well played,” she said and took a drink. “You’ll pay for that. But not right now. Make yourself come.”
My breath caught.
“Just like this?” I asked and began circling my clit.
“Feel free to use whatever you think is necessary.”
The quirk of her lips told me she was excited to see what I had in store. But she was underestimating me.
I had changed. I wasn’t the kid I’d been back then, and Emerson was about to realize that. Not giving myself enough time to back out, I stalked around the table until I was in front of her.
“I won’t touch you,” she said. “You’re supposed to makeyourselfcome.”
“Oh, you don’t need to be an active participant. I just need toborrowsomething.”
I sat myself down on her left leg. When she realized what I was doing, she shifted, giving me more space.
“Dirty girl, making a mess of my clothes.”
True to her word, her arms were up against the back of the couch. She wasn’t even trying to touch me. But just being this close to her made everything more erotic. We were about eye level, and if I couldn’t see the smirk on her face, I would assume she was unaffected by me.
But I can, and she isn’t.
“Lost your courage?”
Gritting my teeth, I anchored myself, one hand on the couch, the other on her arm, and ground my cunt down on her thigh. Pleasure immediately pulsated through me. I started a gentle rocking motion as my fingers dug into her.
The first moan that slipped free had her mouth opening just slightly.
“Such a pretty whore,” she cooed. “My pretty whore. You’re so desperate for this, aren’t you?”
Yes.But I couldn’t get the word out. Heat from pleasure and shame were all mixed together, sending my head spinning.
My hips picked up their pace, my movements becoming erratic. Quickly, the familiar tingling heat started to expandfrom my belly. I ground my clit on her thigh harder, all aware of just how intently she was watching me.
It made the whole thing that much hotter.
“Slowly,” she warned.
