Page 76 of Cold Bastard
Fine. Fuck it. He’s not here. You can do this yourself.
I walked back to the bed on unsteady legs and lay down, my hand immediately sliding between my thighs. I was so wet it was almost embarrassing as my fingers glided easily over my swollen clit.
Yes. God, yes.
I closed my eyes and started rubbing, fast and desperate, chasing my orgasm that had been hovering just out of reach for what felt like forever. My hips lifted off the bed, my free hand fisting the sheets as I worked myself harder, faster, my breath coming in quick gasps.
Come on. Come on. Just let go.
But I couldn’t. No matter how close I got, and I gotclose, so fucking close I could feel it building, feel that familiar tension coil tighter and tighter, my body refused to go over the edge. It was like hitting a wall. Like my body had forgotten how to finish without him.
No. No, that’s not possible.
I tried again, changing the angle, the pressure, and my speed. I thought about things that used to work, like fantasies, memories, anything that might push me over. But nothing helped. My body had betrayed me. It only responded tohimnow. To his touch. His voice. His control.
“Fuck!” The word tore out of me, raw and desperate. I pulled my hand away and pressed the heels of my palms against my eyes, trying to stop the tears that were threatening to spill over.
This can’t be happening. This can’t be real.
But it was. It was so fucking real I wanted to die.
I lay there for a moment, my chest heaving, my body screaming for relief it couldn’t find. My frustration was so intense it was almost painful, a physical ache that radiated through every nerve ending.
The vibrator.The thought came unbidden, desperate. He had used one on me before. Maybe if I used it myself, maybe if I could just...
I got up and started searching, pulling open drawers with shaking hands. The first few were empty or filled with clothes. Then I turned toward the wall where he displayed his whips, canes, paddles, and floggers. All arranged neatly, like tools in a workshop. Like instruments of torture displayed in a museum.
And there, nestled in the second drawer down, were several vibrators of varying sizes.
I grabbed one blindly, my fingers closing around the smooth silicone. It was bigger than I remembered, thick and intimidating, but I didn’t care. I needed this. Neededsomething.
Back on the bed, I didn’t hesitate. I turned it on, the low hum filling the quiet room, and pressed it between my legs.
Yes. Oh God, yes.The sensation was immediate and overwhelming. I gasped as my back arched off the bed as I pushed it inside, my body swallowing it despite its size. I was so wet, so ready, so fucking desperate that it slid in without resistance. I started thrusting it in and out, my hips moving rhythmically, my free hand gripping the sheets so hard my knuckles turned white. The vibrations were intense, almost too much, but I didn’t stop. Couldn’t stop.
This is it. This is going to work. Just a little more.
My body was moving fast toward that precipice again, that edge I had been hovering over for what felt like forever. I couldfeel it building, feel the tension coil tighter and tighter, feel my muscles starting to contract, and then I heard it.
A low chuckle. Dark and knowing and absolutely terrifying.
My eyes flew open.
Nano was standing at the end of his bed.
No. No, no, no!
He was completely naked. His body, all hard muscle and dangerous grace, bared in the dim light as his hand wrapped around his thick cock, stroking it slowly, deliberately, his eyes locked on me with an intensity that made my breath catch.
Those eyes. Those cold, dark, and dangerous eyes, filled with something that looked like satisfaction. Like he had been waiting for exactly this moment. Like he hadknownthis would happen.
“Please,” he said, his voice low and mocking, that knowing smirk playing at the corners of his lips. “Don’t stop on my account.”
I froze, the vibrator still inside me, still humming, my body still trembling on the edge of an orgasm I couldn’t reach.
He had caught me, and from the look in his eyes... he was going to make me pay dearly.
He moved before I could even think to react.
