My toes curled when the vibration hit a particularly sensitive spot.
Fuck.
I didn’t want him to stop.
I wanted … I wanted …
He stopped.
I let out a groan in frustration.
“Tell me, princess,” he said lightly, but I could see the determination in his eyes. He wasn’t going to let me up until I told him everything.
Tears stung my eyes.
I didn’t want to tell him.
I didn’t want his affection for me to disappear when he found out how defective his “princess”really was.
I shook my head and closed my eyes.
“No?” he asked darkly.
I felt him shift my shirt up. He palmed my breast, playing with my nipple. I couldn’t help how my back arched, moving closer to his touch. I wanted more.
I wanted forever with him.
With all of them.
He pinched my nipple, twisting it slightly. “Tell me,” he said calmly.
My bomb was not a calm man.
I bit my lip, keeping my eyes closed.
He turned on the vibration once more.
It was so much.
Too much.
I felt everything all at once: the vibration against my pussy, the rough way he played with my nipples, and even the warmth he always permeated. It was as if he was built with a furnace inside of him.
“Please,” I begged. I knew he was asking now, but I was sure he wouldn’t want the answer once I told him. It wasn’t a pretty one, and I—
I shook my head, letting out a small cry.
“Princess, whatever it is, I can help make it better. I would kill for you. Torture anyone. I would trade my soul for your happiness. Tell. Me.”
He turned off the vibration, and I let out a small cry. I didn’t know if it was from relief or protest.
“Tell me,” he said again.
A heavy fog descended on my mind, and I couldn’t think straight.
I shook my head.
He rolled my nipple around two fingers.