Page 115 of Blood Day: Part One

“Cedric,” I said, trying to tell him what I wanted. “I… Ithurts.”

“I know,” he whispered, his hand wrapping around his impressive length to give it a harsh stroke. “You’re so fucking wet.”

A noise left my mouth that I couldn’t define. It sounded almost animalistic, yet borderline desperate.

“Did you please yourself while I was gone?” he asked, his voice still soft as he continued to run his hand up and down his shaft. “Did you think of me when you came?”

My throat was dry, all my moisture seeming to have gone south. “Yes,” I admitted. “I thought of you every time.”

And the only time I’d really come had been when I’d touched myself.

Six never could bring me to orgasm properly.

Although, I had tried to help a few times by pretending he was Cedric. But it hadn’t worked. He wasn’t rough enough. Strong enough.Dominantenough.

“Put your hand between your legs. Show me how you touch yourself.” His voice held a subtle growl to it that had me whimpering.

Or maybe it was his request.

Because I didn’t want to touch myself. I wanted him to touch me.

My fists clenched in the pillows rather than obey him. “I want your hand more than mine.”

“Are you refusing my request?” he asked, his palm sliding to a halt at his base.

No. That wasn’t what I meant. I just… I expected…him.

“And if I’m impressed, you’ll know by how vigorously I lick you with my tongue.”

“Are you not impressed?” I whispered, recalling his heated words from the bathroom. “You said you would tell me with your tongue…” I trailed off, my mind buzzing beneath an avalanche of agonized need.Please…

“You just said you want my hand more than your own.”

“I do.” My ankles were aching from holding this position for him, adding a hint of pain to my voice. But it was worth it if I impressed him enough. “And your tongue,” I confessed. “I want you to… tolickme.”

I’d thought he meant between my thighs.

But maybe I’d misunderstood.

Goddess, I hoped I’d followed correctly. Because it was all I could think about now.

“But you touching yourself would please me, Lily,” he cooed. “Are you saying that won’t be enough for you? That you need more?”

I bit my lip, the desire to scream hitting me hard. Because yes, I wanted more. I’d just said that!

Another tear fell, the torment leaving me dizzy.

“Do you desire more?” he asked, rephrasing his previous question. “Answer me, Lily. Are you saying you won’t please me by putting on a show?”

I started to weep. This was all so wrong. I should be doing everything he wanted. But he’d planted a sensual idea in my head that I couldn’t seem to release.

“I want your tongue,” I whispered brokenly. “Please, Cedric. I’m swollen, just like you wanted. I’m wet. I’mhot. I… I feel like I’m going to explode.”

“But that doesn’t matter, does it? It’s my pleasure that matters most. Isn’t that what Master Peyton taught you?”

His words were arrows through my heart.

Because he was right.