“Shit,” he whispered appreciatively as his smile began to pass. “That’s so fucking hot, picturing you like that. Did you get off to me? Did you imagine those were my fingers inside you as you were doing it?”
“Yes,” I said on barely a breath. I hadn’t fully recovered from his dazzling smile, which was now completely gone.
“You know what my fantasies were? I’d bend you over professor Kwon’s desk and fuck you until you begged me to come on your perfect tits.”
There were no words. Luka’s statement unzipped my head and poured molten hot lava all over my brain, frying rational thought. It was vulgar and dirty, and yet the shocking image he painted turned me on. Because I was a good girl and would never think of saying such a thing, but Luka saw me like that. In his fantasies I wasn’t shy, awkward, or inexperienced.
He tapped the screen of his phone.
“Oh,” I moaned. Was he rewarding me, or increasing my torture? The pattern changed to a steady and deep vibrating pulse. I dug my heels into the bed and bowed upward. I needed . . . relief. He kept me dangling right at the edge and it was going to tear me apart.
“Looks like it’s feeling good now, isn’t it?” His tone was indecent. “Are you thinking about what that would have been like? If I’d fucked you after class and made you go back to your dorm with my cum sticky on your chest?”
I whimpered and closed my eyes. The heat and need he’d created in me was a powerful drug and obliterated my inhibitions. I would have done it, in what had become our mutual fantasy. If he’d ordered me to in his authoritative voice, I would have followed just about any directive he gave me.
I strangled back a moan.
“Yeah, I bet you’d like to come now, wouldn’t you?”
Without though, I struggled uselessly against the rope. If the toy lodged inside me had just a little more contact with my clit . . . A soft whine fell from my parted lips as I rasped in air. It wasn’t a denial. If anything, it sounded like confirmation, and Luka gave a wicked chuckle.
And then everything stopped.
My lungs emptied in a burst, my skin cooled, and my heart thudded. No! I’d been so close.
“Your schedule, and then you can come.”
Chapter
Ten
I stayed utterly silent, not wanting to budge. This was where I’d foolishly chosen to make my stand. If I gave Luka this, I felt like I’d be giving in to him completely.
“No?” he asked, irritation edging his voice.
He stabbed a finger on his phone and the vibrations resumed. It took me hardly any time to pick up where I’d left off, and in two heartbeats I was panting and squirming, right at the edge—
The toy went still and the faint buzzing cut off, immediately followed by my groan.
His firm tone was almost scary. “Your schedule.”
I stared into his black eyes, unable to find words. Couldn’t he just give me this, after everything he’d done? I could get pleasure without it coming from him directly, and could absolve myself of most of the guilt. Not that I really wanted him to watch me at such an intimate moment, but since he’d led me to the edge so many times, I no longer cared. I was desperate for release. Each journey upward had wound me tighter and tighter.
“The vibrator has a battery that can last up to three hours,” he said. “And if you don’t give me your schedule before then, I’ll find other ways to tease you. You liked when I went down on you last night. We could do more of that.”
Tap.
Buzz.
Pleasure.
I was writhing on the bed and out of my mind. I couldn’t do three more hours of this. Hell, I couldn’t do three more minutes of it.
“Monday,” I said breathlessly, “I have molecular biology lecture at ten thirty.” I started to blurt out more of my schedule—
“Stop.” Luka thumbed at his phone, typing furiously. “Okay, keep going.”
I rattled off the rest of the week as he put it in his phone, and although I had no idea why, I also didn’t ask. All that mattered was the end goal. When I finished giving him my Friday itinerary, Luka climbed to his feet and moved swiftly toward the bed. He stabbed the phone with a finger and dropped it on the mattress between my knees, and the pulsing went into overdrive.
Giving him my schedule was surrender, but I was glad. The vibrator was pure ecstasy, and I gasped as Luka threw open my shirt, exposing my bare breasts to his hands. His fingers plucked and teased while he watched me squirm.
My moan was soaked with bliss. I should feel shame, but I didn’t. I knew I shouldn’t allow myself to come, but he’d tied me to the bed. I was powerless to stop him, and it was a kind of freedom. Luka took a knee beside the bed, and closed his mouth around my pert nipple just as his hand pressed the vibrator tight against me.