“Remember how we play, Sienna. You don’t come unless I tell you to.”
Oh my God. I was in heaven and hell at the same damn time. Every muscle in my thighs trembled as my toes pointed, and I tried to keep control of my mind—to not let the pleasure force me into disobeying.
He touched his thumbs against my sensitive folds, causing a shiver to shoot up my spine as he spread them wide, giving his tongue access to every inch of my pussy.
I bucked my hips, trying to manipulate him into licking where I needed him most, but he stopped abruptly and sat up as he pressed my hips down. “If you do that again, I will keep you tied to this bed till dusk without fucking you. Do you understand?”
All I could do was close my eyes and bite my bottom lip as I nodded.
A sudden smack against my sex sent a shockwave of pain and pleasure up my core, and I lifted my back off the mattress, crying out.
“A simple nod is not something I’ll take as an answer, Sienna. So, I’ll repeat. Do you understand?”
“Yes.”
“Good.”
The mattress dipped as he disappeared from between my legs, standing up straight. I was a heaped mess on silk sheets, sweat beading along my throat and between my breasts. “Where are you going?” But he was back before my words went cold.
“Every time you move your legs, I will drag this out longer.”
“Drag out what?”
Something soft brushed against my spread pussy, hitting a nerve that had me arching off the bed. “Jesus, Noah.”
“You better lay still, baby girl.”
“Is that a…is that a brush?”
“Hmm-mmm.”
Up and down, he eased the soft bristles against my sex yet still avoiding my clit. It was a kind of torture I had never experienced before, having him come so close to touching where I needed it only to drag the brush back down, teasing it along my entrance.
“Your pussy is drenched. Your hole is practically gushing, and I haven’t even made you come yet.”
“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”
“Immensely,” he replied, and I could hear the glee in his voice. My body was nothing but sensation; every muscle and every breath strained with the overwhelming need to explode. “Remember, you keep those hips still.”
“What are you—”
He pinched my clit between his fingers, and I cried out, a shock of pleasure shooting up my body and slamming against the back of my neck.
“Noah.”
“Keep still.” He added more pressure, pinching my clit hard. It was a fusion of pleasure and pain, and I clenched my jaw, desperate not to fall over the edge.
I grabbed the sheets in my fists, my body rigid and every muscle pulled taut. It was when I felt the gentle tickle of bristles against my unhooded bundle of nerves that I almost came. The taste of blood flooded my mouth as I bit into my bottom lip, desperate to keep the pleasure from taking over. It was the worst pain, trying to keep your body from falling.
Noah let go of my clit, and a heat spread throughout my sex.
“That was close, wasn’t it, baby girl?”
“You’re trying to kill me, aren’t you?”
“Not quite.” His irises turned cold and wild as he stared at me, and I licked my lip, tasting my blood again. Abruptly he reached for me, grabbing my arm and pulling me up toward him. He stilled; his gaze focused on my bleeding bottom lip.
My heart thrummed, my pulse racing with adrenaline. Anticipation. Sheer, jaded lust.