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“I hope you’re ready.”
I was quicklybecomingready, but Iwasn’t quite there when he spit on his hand, dragged his palm overmy folds, and forced himself inside. That seemed to be the point;my sharp gasp of discomfort made him chuckle.
“You’re getting there,” he groaned, slowlywithdrawing. “Use your hand.”
My knees trembled. I fumbled my hand betweenus and encountered dry flesh, so I wetted my finger with my tongueand tried again. The desire he’d already kindled with his roughplay ignited, my fingertip the match to the powder. I rolled overmy hood, teased the hard stalk of my clit, never resorting to thefamiliar touches I would use during solo time.
If my dragon planned to make this last, sowould I.
“That’s it. Good girl.” He took a deep,hissing breath. “You know how to get wet for me.”
“You know how to get me wet.” Rough sex, forexample. But often, it just took his filthy talk to make me achyand slick.
“I want to play a game. Are you up for that,princess?” he asked, reaching beneath me to cup my tits.
“Always, my dragon.” Shockingly, that wastrue. It wouldn’t matter when or how he wanted me. I would let himtake me.
“You get five strokes. Five, like this.” Hepulled out so painfully slowly that he might as well not have beenmoving at all. “You’re only allowed to come during those fivestrokes.” When only the very tip of him touched me, barely partingmy labia, he pushed back in just as slowly, until he was lodged asdeep as possible. All the while, his fingertips circled and pinchedmy nipples. “When those are finished, so are you. After those five,I’m going to fuck you so fast and hard, you’ll beg for mercy.Whether you come before that or not, no matter how close you mightbe, even if you’re teetering on the very edge, you’re not allowedto come until I decide I’m ready to be gentle again.
“And if you do come without my permission,”he went on, grinding painfully into me with increasing pressure.“You’ll be punished.”
His tone implied that I didn’t want to askwhat it would be.
I caught our reflection in the mirror on theopen closet door. Fascinated, I watched as Matt gave my ass a sharpsmack and pulled my cheek aside to admire the view of his cockspearing into me. His eyes met mine in the mirror.
“Ready, princess? You stay still. Only thosefingers move.”
I knew why he had to specify not to move. Ashe slid out with torturous slowness, all I wanted was to push backon him. The urge became worse when he entered me again. Thestimulation of my own fingers added to the frustration; my bodyfelt too much and not enough with every breath.
“That’s one,” he said, sounding a littlehoarse. Maybe he was fighting his instincts, too, holding back whenall he wanted was to let go and drive into me.
Since I knew that rough, hard fucking wasgoing to happen, it was all I could think of. As a result, it wasthe only thing that could possibly get me off. I picked up the pacewith my fingers, but my nerve endings refused to respond. My libidodemanded speed and violence.
“Two,” he warned.
That’s two, I reassured myself.You still have time. You’ve come fast before.But whycouldn’t I come fastnow?
That was his trick. He’d primed me to wantmore. He’d used my curiosity and impatience against me. He knewthis would be the outcome.
He knew I would be punished.
“Three.”
I resolved to beat him at his own game. Isped my fingers up and closed my eyes, trying to think of anythingother than the time limit and my dwindling chances. I wouldn’t lethim win.
By the time he reached four, I was confidentthat I would make it. My toes curled against the carpet inanticipation. I used my tried-and-true masturbation technique, mymiddle finger flicking furiously. It would be close. Down to thewire. But as he started his forward slide on the fifth stroke, Iknew I would make it. I was going to come. It was so close.
So was he, nearly seated deep by the time Ineared the point of no return. I began to panic; I was too close tolose now. I wouldn’t be able to stop my orgasm, even if it hadn’thappened.
“Five.”
“No!” I shouted as he wrenched my hand awayfrom my clit. He pinned both my arms in one strong hand and usedthe other to grip my throat, jerking me almost straight up toprevent me from bashing my face into the sofa, while I remainedtrapped between it and his body.
“Don’t you dare come,” he growled. Then,without any further warning, he pounded into me without mercy.
He held me so firmly, I couldn’t move. Ididn’t want to upset his balance. He’d promised me hard, and fast,and rough, and that’s what he gave me. Bright white bursts of painexploded behind my eyelids, and each hammering thrust sawed againstmy G-spot. I’d already been so close.
“If you don’t stop, I’m going to come,” Ipleaded with him.