As turned-on as she
was, it would just take the slightest pressure to make her come.
“I don’t care,” she hissed, rolling her hips and feeling a
zinging sensation radiate out from her cunt. Tightening her inner muscles, she
held her breath and concentrated on urging the release forward and bringing
this episode to a quick end.
“You will,” he promised.
Instead of squeezing, he spread his fingers, stretching her
labia away from her clit and leaving the bundle of nerves exposed to the cool
air of the room. She hadn’t believed she could become more aroused than she
already was. A painful twinge shot down her fingers and she looked up to find
her nails digging into the polished, solid wood. She straightened her fingers
and pressed the heels of her hands against the door to keep her fingernails
from splitting as another wave of mind-drugging pleasure rolled through her.
God, the man never played fair.
“No, I don’t,” he said. “Remember that when you decide to
fight me.”
“Shit.” Ellen shook her head, let it fall back and stared at
the ceiling. “Get out of my head and just fuck me.”
Keeping her labia spread, he tapped her clit with his middle
finger once, just hard enough to jolt loose the tenuous control she’d been
clinging to. “I’m going to,” he said, tapping her again, “and you’re going to
tell me about Esraina.”
She could feel him pressing into her mind, sifting through
her thoughts, searching her memories. The barriers she threw up were as shaky
as her knees, but she refused to give up.
He pulled his finger out of her anus and pushed it back in,
tapping her clit again as he did. Her back arched as he repeated the actions
several more times, drawing her again to the edge of oblivion, only to be held
back as he shifted the rhythm of his fingers so that they alternated between
tapping her clit and twisting in her ass. Every touch increased the intensity of
her need and her thoughts became tangled in the chaos of her desire.
Relentlessly, he forced her need higher and higher still
until the edges of her world started to unravel in curling ribbons of white-hot
flames. And just as suddenly as they’d ignited, they faded to sputtering sparks
as Amdyn moved his hand away from her pussy.
“Not yet, Ellyna. Not yet.”
“God damn you,” she breathed, uneasily aware that the words
were nearly inaudible around her ragged panting.
“Give me what I want.” His demand was not lessened in its
threat by being issued in a soft whisper instead of a shouted command.
“I’ve given you everything I can.”
“Not everything.”
Before she could gather her breath to respond, Amdyn
positioned his cock against her opening. The broad head was always a tight fit,
but now, when she was literally shaking with need, the friction of him pushing
against her was almost enough to make her come. Would have been enough if he
had pushed a little deeper, a little harder.
Instead, he stilled as soon as the tip started to slide in,
leaving her suspended and wanting. He held her there for long moments,
asserting his dominance over her body, letting her know in no uncertain terms
that he could wholly control her in this. She was his to command at the most
basic of levels. Beneath the cool façades she brandished, in this place, she
was his to own, to be taken and ruled by the lust he could impel in her.
“You cannot defy me in this,” he stated.
Anticipation’s sharp bite sank deep and her body, open and
waiting for the hard, filling heat of his cock, began to shake. The desperate
need made her half crazed and damn near willing to do anything, say anything.
“Do not resist me,” he commanded sharply. The man
showed no mercy as he swept through her thoughts, starkly revealing the breadth
of compliance he required of her. Not just her body, but her mind. Her soul.
All to be given over to him.
She closed her eyes and shook her head, the strength to
stand against his will rising from a need greater
Eleanor Coerr, Ronald Himler