“Were you dreaming about me?”
“No.”
His hand leaves my hip in favour of teasing my entrance.
“You’re lying. You’re soaked. It’s for me, isn’t it?”
“Never,” I cry, a little too loudly. “What the fuck?” I shriek, although it doesn’t come out because the motherfucker just stuffed my own knickers into my mouth.
My hand lifts to tug them out but he catches my wrist.
“Hold the headboard, Hellcat. And do as you’re told.”
“Or what?” I hiss around the fabric.
I have no idea if he makes out the words or not until he responds.
“Try me. I dare you.”
Deciding that I want my orgasm too badly this time, I reach behind me and wrap my fingers around the bars of my headboard.
He nods before focusing his attention back on my pussy.
My vibrator leaves my clit, dropping lower, and he pushes it inside me.
I moan around the lace in my mouth and roll my hips.
It feels good. But it’s not what I really want.
I want him. Damn it. Him and his massive fucking cock.
But I know better than to break his rules right now if I want a happy ending.
This little shit isn’t leaving until he’s got me off this time.
I fucking deserve it for putting up with his irritating arse.
“This looks good on you,” he says, wrapping his fingers around the fabric bunched around my middle.
I don’t need to look down to know what I’m wearing. It’s become my favourite sleep shirt. One I hoped no one would discover.
I moan as he pushes it up, exposing my bare breasts beneath.
“But this looks better.”
My back arches, offering myself up to him, but other than stare hungrily at my body, he doesn’t touch me.
Damn him.
“Please,” I beg, despite the fact that I know he can’t understand me.
Dragging the vibrator from my body, he moves it back up.
He builds me higher and higher, alternating between fucking me with it and teasing my clit.
I writhe and moan desperately for the release he keeps me on the edge of.
My grip on the bars behind me becomes so tight my fingers cramp into position.