Page 33 of The Irresistible One
The build of her orgasm was coming on strong, and just when I sensed she was seconds from the peak, I pulled my hand away.
“What! The fuck?!”
I moved to the front of her, my mouth near hers. “Did you think I was going to let you come that easily?”
While she stared at me, each of her exhales hit my face. I could tell she was trying to read my eyes, but she was so worked up that she couldn’t.
“Sophie, we’re going to do this all fucking night until I can’t edge you any further. And when that happens, when you think you can’t get there again, I’m going to prove you wrong.”
TEN
SOPHIE
“Ihate you!” I cried out so loud to Colson, each word making my throat quiver.
When he seemed to enjoy my outburst and admission, a smirk, followed by a smile on his lovely face, my loathing for him grew even more.
I didn’t know how long I had been in this room with him, my body shackled with rope and a belt, spread across the tantra chair in the most vulnerable position. I didn’t know how many times he’d rubbed my clit, bringing me seconds away from having an orgasm before he pulled back and let that build fade out. I didn’t know how many times he’d ravished my nipples, only adding to that swell between my legs.
Because it had happened so many times that I lost count.
To the point that I humped the air, praying it would add just enough wind to give me the pressure I needed to send me over the edge.
But it didn’t.
That edge was too far in the distance, and the man torturing me made sure I couldn’t get within reach.
I suspected the guy watching us behind the glass was living his best life back there, stroking his dick, squeezing his tip to stop himself from coming since I’d declared earlier that I wanted us to get off together. But I couldn’t see him to know. I couldn’t hear him. The only thing that marked his presence was the feel of his eyes on me.
“I want you to hate me.” Colson’s breath was like fire against my cheek. “I want you to think of this moment every time I enter your mind. I want you to remember the control I have over your body, the desire flowing through you right now.”
“You don’t enter my mind, Colson. Not ever.”
Beads of sweat were stinging my eyes. My skin burned from where the restraints were so tightly bound around me. It felt as though I hadn’t slept for days.
I would change nothing.
Except that I wanted more.
“When you see my last name in your emails, that reminder is all it takes for you to think about me. It’s like an itch. The more you think about it, the worse it nags at you. You can try to ignore it all you want, but you can’t. So, don’t tell me you don’t think about me. I know you do.”
“That’s what you want? Me thinking about you nonstop?”
I turned my face, but it didn’t give me a view of him. His lips were near my cheek, blocking me from tilting my head. His hand was on my stomach. He was giving me nothing but his voice.
“But unfortunately for you, that’s just not true.”
“You’re lying.”
“Am I?” I smiled even though it felt almost impossible. “Or am I edgingyou, trying to get a reaction? Just like you’re doing to me.”
“But I’m not lying …”
“You are! You promised me an orgasm!”
“Did I?” His lips were now on my neck, my chest, on my right nipple, my left, dragging down my stomach until they were an inch above my clit. “I don’t remember saying I’d give you anything that even remotely sounded like that.” Those light-green eyes of his were sparkling with satisfaction.
He couldn’t position himself between my legs since I couldn’t spread them, so he was along the side of me, blowing against my clit. His breath came out strong, and if I focused enough, I could come.
