Page 178 of Fixation

I did my best with what I had.

“My ass is still sore from last night.” I’m teasing him, begging him to go there.

“I know.”

That’s strange. He was too quick to agree.

“My pussy too,” I challenge, eyeing him from beneath my lashes.

“I know.”

He’s sparing me? Why? “You know?”

“Yes.”

Warm early morning light bathes my brownstone. The day is starting. Birds chirp outside the window.

And I’m being lowered to the couch.

Softly. Gently. Anderson sits at the other end of the couch, lifting my feet to his lap.

Each of his hands covers my ankles. No rubbing or stroking. No sliding his hands up.

No touching me where I need him the most. Where I’m aching for him.

I spread my legs, my feet moving along his lean thighs. I moan at the heated path his fingertips trace up my calves. My thighs.

“Please.” My heart beats fast in its cage.

Faster still when Anderson’s fingers bite into my thighs.

Yes.

He’s going to take me. Here, in my living room. Without drugs, without locking me up in his basement.

In a way, I miss that place. But this feels just as right, being punished in a somewhat safe environment.

Both sides of Anderson are intense and wonderful, and I need him.

“You’re asking me to hurt your pussy,” he deadpans. “You’re asking me to ruin what’s mine.”

With two fingers, he slides my panties to the side. He looks at my sex, his eyes cold and detached.

If I didn’t feel his cock throbbing beneath the heel of my foot, I’d think my body bored him. That I was just one of his many patients.

I’m not.

He’s getting off on my humiliation. The depravity of it makes my cheeks flush and my thighs tremble.

“Yes.” I shift on the couch, squirming just enough to fake discomfort.

“Brat.” His playful scolding turns hotter when he slides my panties to the side and rolls my clit between his deft fingers. “Such a slut for pain.” Three fingers are shoved deep inside me, filling me completely. I gasp as he knocks the air out of me. “A slut for my touch.”

“Yes. No.” I thrash my head back, breathing hard. As his thumb presses to my clit, I lose it. I grind my ass against the couch and arch my back. “Please.”

“Are you sorry now?” His cock jerks beneath me, thighs flexing while he finger-fucks me absentmindedly. “Or are you going to be bad and go against my orders next time too?”

He grabs my thigh, the fingers of his free hand burying into my flesh.