“Oh fuck, Scar,” he cursed, but then his lips were hard against mine and his arms were around me.
He pulled me closer, but as his hands dug into my back, I couldn’t stop the cry that slipped out. He froze, and then he dropped his hands. No. No.
But instead of leaving, he pulled out the cream he’d apparently tucked into his pocket.
“Lay down, Pet,” he said, and I immediately complied.
Like before, the cream stung at first, but then, as his hands continued to work it into my flesh, the pain began to fade. He kept it up, rubbing in small circles from my backside to the middle of my back, and different sensations rippled through my body. For the first time, I had no desire to resist. I sighed and a tiny moan escaped my lips when his fingers kneaded my cheeks. It felt so good like he knew the perfect combination to soothe and arouse at the same time.
His hands started to branch out further, down the backs of my thighs and up to my shoulders. Without being told to do it, I rolled over, and I boldly pulled his hands back when he went to drop them by his side. I placed them on my breasts and thrust my chest harder against his hands.
He didn’t move at first, and I thought there might be no way to persuade him, but then he yanked one hand out of my grasp and caught both my wrists in his. And then he yanked my arms over my head, pinned against the mattress. His other hand palmed my breast, kneading, and then teasing my nipple before moving onto the other. He kept me pinned there while he lowered his mouth to one nipple. I moaned as he sucked it into his mouth, and then I squealed when his teeth bit into me, that exquisite combination of pain and pleasure that drove me wild.
“You don’t understand what you’re asking, Pet,” he said when he’d released my nipple, leaving it bereft of sensation until his fingers took over. “What I am, what I want, what I like to do to you…that hasn’t changed,” he said, and a blaze of heat shot through me, thinking of the things I knew he liked to do to me.
He must have seen the heat because he cringed and he let out a long breath. “Fuck, Scar, you’ve got to stop,” he said between gritted teeth.
“I-I didn’t do anything,” I said, but I didn’t bother resisting the urge to press my breast against his hand. It was intoxicating to see the way he was responding to me.
Something changed in him, and his resistance gave way. All of a sudden, he wasn’t fighting me anymore.
But that didn’t mean he was going to make it easy for me.
“Open your legs and tell me you want me to touch you,” he demanded.
I parted my legs easily, but the words hovered on my lips while my cheeks flamed. “Please touch me,” I said finally.
He grinned slyly. “Where, Pet? Where do you want me to touch you?”
My flesh tingled in anticipation and that seemed enough to make me bolder. “I want you to touch my pussy. I want to feel your fingers on me.”
His hand slipped between my parted thighs and his fingers glided across my wet lips. I was so primed, so on fire, that the glide made my whole body jerk. He kept it up, lightly, teasing. He was trying to drive me insane!
“My clit. Please,” I whispered, trying to direct him to where I needed him, but he chuckled and kept up with the light glide.
“Show me,” he said.
“What do you mean?”—not that it was difficult to guess.
“You know what I mean. Put your fingers on your clit and show me how you like it.”
He’d touched me expertly before, so I knew he didn’t need my guidance. This was part of the things he liked to make me do. And I was aroused enough that I didn’t hesitate. My cheeks burned hotter, but I slipped the hand he’d released down, covering my clit and rubbing fast, trying to quench the fire that was blazing hotter than ever.
His eyes were focused on what I was doing, and it made me even hotter to know he was watching me. I writhed against my own fingers, while my moans grew louder.
Then he put his hand over mine, slowing my fingers. “Don’t rush it,” he said.
I obeyed, but it was different, moving slowly, languidly on my clit while he watched. It was an entirely new kind of erotic.
And then he released my other hand and stood up. He moved to the end of the bed and leaned down until his mouth was just inches from me. I could feel his breath on my wet lips while his eyes stayed fixed on my fingers. And then it wasn’t only his breath I felt.