Page 14 of Duplicitous
“Bones, please…”
I’m so unbearably full, and his huge body presses against me—a shadowy cage that’s far too close.
The little thrill of fear I love so much tingles down my spine. My inner muscles contract around his fingers, and my breaths come fast and hot.
He withdraws his touch abruptly. I cry out at the loss, the denial.
“Hey!” I protest. “Don’t stop now.”
He chuckles. “Being edged is the most delicious torment. Now you know how I’ve felt all these years.”
I blink at him. “You come every time we’re on a call.”
He leans in closer, until his forehead rests on mine. I’m speared by his inky stare.
“I’ve had to watch you get off while I finish in my own hand,” he says gruffly. “Nothing could compare to touching you. Do you know how goddamn hard I am right now? I would only hurt like this for you, Karolina.”
Against my better judgment, I touch his masked cheek, and he freezes.
“I understand,” I murmur. “Nothing could’ve prepared me for this. For being with you.”
The sensual tension in the limo is thick enough to cut, so I toss my hair back and try for a lighter tone. “Now, are you going to make me come, or not?”
He shakes his head. “I think not, my naughty kitten. Not yet.”
He pulls back from my shockingly tender touch and removes something from his pocket: a black, egg-shaped vibrator with a delicate loop at one end. At its widest point, it’s a bit bigger than the dildo I keep in my nightstand.
I swallow hard. I’m grateful that he’s taken the time to prepare me for this.
The idea of denying him doesn’t even cross my mind. I’m hot and desperate for him. I’ll gladly take the vibe inside me if that’s what gets me off.
He watches me intently as he presses it against my entrance, reading every nuance of my rapturous expression. It’s not vibrating yet, but I know enough about toys like this from my spicy romance novels that I can guess what’s coming.
His thumb circles my clit, and my softened body yields easily. The vibrator slips inside me, bumping against my g-spot as it settles into place.
“Turn it on,” I pant, circling my hips in a mindless rhythm, seeking more stimulation.
“Oh, I will,” he promises darkly. “You keep bragging about how fast you are. Did you really think I would give you a chance of outrunning me? I think this will be a nice distraction. You’ll have to concentrate very hard if you want to evade me without moaning in pleasure.”
My eyes narrow. “That wasn’t part of the deal.”
“We didn’t make a deal. This isn’t a negotiation. You gave yourself to me the moment you got in this limo. The only way out is your safe word.”
“That’s not fair,” I pout. “You can’t?—”
He slides three fingers into my open mouth, and I taste my arousal on his glove.
“I can do whatever I want,” he says over my muffled protest. “Don’t forget to breathe when I allow it.”
There’s a small black remote in his free hand. Now that he has me in this vulnerable position, I don’t want him to use it. I’m so close to coming apart completely, and I can’t risk surrendering so much control. It’s not just my body at stake in this moment; he threatens to overwhelm all reason and drive me mad with desire.
I try to shake my head in staunch refusal, but his fingers delve deeper into my mouth, almost touching the back of my throat.
“This is happening, Karolina,” he warns. “If you can’t speak your safe word, snap your fingers to get me to stop. I think I like having your sassy tongue trapped.”
To prove his point, he presses down on my tongue. I can’t do more than whimper softly and remain utterly still.
The shadows darken around him, and his crimson skull becomes the center of my world. I can’t speak. I can’t breathe. He commands my full attention, and I’m drowning in his control.
