Only he wasn’t allowing me.
He dipped two fingers inside me, then retreated before pushing in again.
“Fuck my fingers,” he commanded. “Show me what you need.”
I rocked my hips, taking his fingers deeper, but it wasn’t enough. My movements became more erratic as I searched for the pinnacle, desperate to get there but not to go over the edge.
“Good girl,” he crooned, his hand shifting, his fingers fucking me as pleasure consumed every molecule of my being. My nipples pebbled. My skin felt two sizes too small. This wasn’t supposed to be happening, yet it was, and I wasn’t sure how to rein it in.
When he increased the pace of his fingers and his tongue, I whimpered, trying to keep the sound contained.
He stopped. “I like to hear you, Clarissa. In fact, I want Zeke to hear you from the other room.”
My voice trembled when I replied with, “Yes, Master.”
When his mouth returned, his tongue delving inside me while his finger stroked my back entrance, my hips bucked again. I was inching closer and closer to release, although I wasn’t allowed to come. I had to hold back. Once again, I tried to shift to that place in my mind.
“Do you like having your asshole played with?”
“Yes, Master,” I said on a rough exhale.
“Do you enjoy anal sex?”
“Yes, Master.” With the right man, it was intensely pleasurable for me. Something about the taboo aspect of it that really revved me up.
Trent chuckled, then a sharp sting landed on my pussy, making me cry out. It was more sensual than painful.
“Don’t move.”
Swallowing hard, I tried to remain still. It would’ve been easier if I was restrained. Instead, I had to rely on my own control, which I found was seriously lacking when it came to this man.
Minutes felt like hours as he continued to drive me absolutely insane with his tongue and fingers. I whimpered, sweat dotting my skin as my orgasm nearly crested only to recede when he deliberately pulled back. Over and over, the man brought me to the brink, but didn’t let me come. I knew he did it on purpose because I wouldn’t have been able to hold back otherwise.
He was testing me, and I was bound and determined not to fail.
“You want to come for me, pet?”
“Yes, Master. So badly.”
“Ask me nicely, Clarissa,” he whispered, fucking me with two fingers while his breath fanned my pussy.
“Please, Master. Please let me come.”
“Not yet.”
I fought the urge to cry, my body taking over, sensations warring inside me. His tongue on my clit was exquisite torture and I tried to fight it, but it was too much.
After several more minutes, I felt myself edging right back to that point of no return. “Master…” I whimpered. “Please.”
“Very well. You may come, pet. And when you do, I expect to hear you scream.”
Trent fucked me roughly with his fingers, his lips descending on that tiny, eager bundle of nerves. When he sucked my clit into his mouth and used his tongue to flick the swollen nub, I was a goner. The more powerfully his fingers fucked me, the closer I came to climax, my body humming, my skin tingling. When he pushed me over the edge, I screamed as my body was singed with glorious electricity starting in my core and shooting outward in all directions.
“Fuck, pet,” he growled.
The next thing I knew, Trent was on his feet, his hands furiously working to unbutton his jeans. I stared back at him, noticing the strain on his face, the way his lips were pursed, his eyes narrowed. He looked like a man who was barely hanging on.
And then he wasn’t.
Trent pulled something out of his pocket—a condom—then quickly rolled it on before reaching for my hand and pulling me up from my resting spot on the table. He fell onto the couch, then pulled me down with him. I giggled from the surprise as I hurried to get my legs in position. When I was once again straddling him, he stared up at me and I saw the heat that lurked there.
“Fuck me, Clarissa,” he demanded, his voice deeper, rougher than I’d ever heard it. “Damn, but I need to feel you.”
My chest expanded, warmth infusing me. Seeing him like this was shocking, but not at all unpleasant. It was obvious he was as desperate for me as I was for him.
“Put my cock inside you,” he growled.
As I shifted into position, his patience evidently ran out. Trent gripped his cock with one fist, his other hand curling around my hip as he pulled me down on him.
I groaned as he filled me. I was so wet his cock slid inside easily. He was so big, so hard. I forced my body to relax against the intrusion, relishing the strength in his hands and the demand in his gaze.
