Page 43 of Devious Corruption

I drop my head to the mattress, a tear slipping from my cheek onto the comforter. The light blue material soaks up the wetness as another tear falls in its place. The frames of my glasses push into my brow, the lenses already starting to steam.

“You can’t take on the world by yourself.” He runs his hand up my thigh, sliding it inward and up further until his fingers brush across my sex.

My pants have flown off in all my struggling. I’m completely bare to him.

Heat rushes up my neck, covering my face.

His fingernails drag along the inside of my thigh, sending a soft burst of electricity to my center. I bite back the moan threatening to escape and throw a hand over my mouth.

“I hate you,” I grit out from behind my palm.

He chuckles. It’s soft and dark. A sound that should send shivers of fear through me. Instead, it only makes my body melt more for him.

“You say that, but your body tells a different story.” He slides one fingertip through the folds of my pussy, gathering all the wetness my body has betrayed me with.

“I can’t help it,” I mutter as though it’s a good excuse for the arousal building inside me with his touch.

He presses the tip of his wet finger against my clit, and the moan I’m fighting is too strong to hold back.

“I don’twant you to stop it. I don’t want you to fight it.” He rolls my clit beneath his finger, slow and determined.

My eyes roll, and I have to clench my teeth together to keep from begging him to press harder.

“I want you to give in. I want you to give over. I want you to admit that even you cannot stop what nature creates.” He exerts more pressure, increasing the speed.

My toes curl into the comforter.

“I want you to admit you need me.” He shifts his hand, pressing another finger to the entrance of my pussy while he continues to torture my clit.

“Lev,” I groan. It’s the only word I can manage.

“What do you need, Max? Do you need me to thrust my fingers into you? Do you want me to fill you with my fingers, and fuck you until you come for me? Is that what you need?”

Shock therapy is obviously what I need, but that’s not available to me at the moment. His fingers are.

My leg slides from his lap. Using the floor as leverage, I push my hips upward. An offering. A request.

“No, no. You have to say it. Tell me what you want.” He pushes the very tip of his finger into me, running it around the muscle.

“Don’t make me,” I beg him. Putting words to it will only make my humiliation complete.

“Words, Maxine. Because you were a very bad girl today. If you want pleasure after I’ve had to punish you, you need to tell me what you want. You have to ask.”

I’m going to die. But it will be a worse death if he doesn’t help put out the fire he’s created inside me.

“Please, Lev.”

He slides his free hand into my hair, fisting it again and pulling my head back.

“Tell me that you’ve been a bad girl, you’re sorry, and you want me to fuck your pussy with my fingers. Say that, and you’ll get everything you need.”

I can’t.

I won’t.

It would be too much.

When I’m still quiet, he scoops his arms beneath me. In one motion, he gets to his feet, lifting me along with him and spinning me to face the bed. I’m tossed back onto the bed, this time on my stomach. Before I have time to react, to turn over, his big hands are beneath me again, flipping me over onto my back. It’s a miracle my glasses don’t fly off.