Page 174 of Bad Attitude
There it is again. Checking on my welfare.
Why? So he can torture me for longer?
“Yes, I’m perfectly comfortable, thank you.” Apart from my aching arms and shoulders. Every inch of my skin on fire. My pussy sore and sensitive. My left nipple abused and tender.
“Good,” he says, ignoring my sarcasm. He swaps arms, freeing up the one holding me and replacing it with the other. The first drops between my legs, pushing something inside me. The unexpected invasion makes me gasp, and my cheeks heat at how easily it slips in. I’m so damn wet, it’s humiliating.
I feel it inside me, warm, hard, and small. Plastic.
An egg. He’s just put an egg inside me. And now I know what he intends.
Shit.
“No. Declan, please don’t.”
“What’s the package?”
“I don’t know, I swear. I don’t know.”
“Sorry, Hellcat. I don’t believe you.” His thumb brushes over my clit, and my pussy is so sensitive I can’t help my gasp.
“It’s true, okay?” I cry out. “I know as much as you do.”
“Earlier, didn’t you say, ‘Not telling you, let me go?’”
Fuck.I might have.
“Not what I meant. It was just…”Defiance. Where’s that gone now?
“A bit late,” he murmurs.
The egg starts vibrating inside me, and I wail my helplessness. It’s only on a low speed, but it’sright there, resting on my g-spot. He must have the remote in the hand holding me to him, and his other is between my legs. One finger keeping the egg inside, the rest playing lightly through my folds.
“Please don’t.” It comes out high and desperate. I can’t help it.
“Save your strength for begging later,” he suggests. “You’re going to need it.”
There’s not even a click or any warning, but the egg ratchets up, vibrating harder. He strums my clit with his thumb, and I pull at the ropes, body tensing, my gasp becoming a moan.
“I have a single-strand whip in that box,” he whispers in my ear. “If you come without permission, it’s ten lashes on your ass. And then I’ll fuck it.”
“I hate you so much.” It’s not a smart thing to say, but it slips out, rawand honest.
“You think you hate me now,” he practically purrs, “give me an hour.”
I sob at that threat. The damn egg has barely been going. I can’t take five minutes of this, let alone an hour.
“Please, Declan. Please can I come?”
“So soon?” His chuckle is way too damn smug. “No.”
I knew what he’d say, but I still cry out my frustration. The egg subsides, back to its lower level, and I whimper at the loss. He leaves my clit alone… for a few seconds. Then he flicks his fingertip over it.
My hips jerk back against him, and his groin presses into my ass. He’s hard again; I can feel him, even through his jeans. They rub against my burning skin, adding more sensation. His bare chest is against my back, and that’s warm and soothing against where he flogged me. My whole body is aware of even the slightest touch. It’s almost too much.
His lips brush my ear. “I love the way you writhe in my arms. So alive, so aroused.”
The egg jumps up a level, strumming my g-spot. His fingers play across my pussy, both soothing against my sensitive skin, and also more stimulation than I can bear. I grit my teeth.
