Page 116 of Ruthless Creatures

When he gently pinches my swollen clit, I gasp. Then he swirls his fingers around the sensitive nub, whispering, “So. Fucking. Perfect.”

When I push against his hand, aching to feel his fingers inside me, he pulls away and gives me five more smacks on my ass instead.

Shuddering in pleasure, I groan.

He strokes my clit again, until I’m grinding my pelvis against his hand, then goes back to spanking. For every five blows of his hand, I’m rewarded with attention to my pussy.

In less than a minute of the exquisitely torturous back and forth, I’m on the verge of orgasm.

I whimper. “Please, Kage. Please.”

“Talk to me.”

“I need to come. Please make me come.”

“Oh, I will, baby. Just not yet.”

I groan in disappointment, burying my face into the sheets.

“I’m gonna keep going, but I don’t want you to come. I want you to hold back for me. Tell me to stop when you get too close.”

It’s hard to get even a word out between my labored breaths. “Why?”

His voice grows softer. “Because it will be that much more intense if you try to wait. It’ll build and build until you go supernova. I want to give that to you. I want to make you come harder than you ever have before. But if you don’t want that, you know what to say.”

There’s a distinct possibility I might die in this scenario, but I’m willing to take that risk.

My teeth clenched, I say, “Green.”

This time the blows come faster.

I don’t have time in between to recover from one before the nextarrives, hot and burning. I moan at the end of it, then moan more loudly when I get his fingers sliding through my slick heat.

“Look at you spreading your legs wider for me,” he says, his voice low and raw. “Tilting your hips so I can see this beautiful pink pussy begging for my cock. This plump little clit begging for my tongue.”

He gently tugs on it. I nearly scream in pleasure, but groan into the sheets instead.

He slides his fingers all around my cleft, spreading my wetness around, fondling my pussy like it’s his favorite pet, all the while talking to me in his low, hypnotic voice, telling me how he adores me, how he needs me, how he can’t think straight when we’re apart.

On a sob, I say, “I’m close I’m right there oh god I’mthere—”

He takes his fingers from between my legs and presses them to my lips, commanding, “Suck.”

I do, greedily, tasting myself on him. Dying for him to shove those fingers deep inside me, as deep as they can go.

He growls, “I’m gonna tie you up now. Tie you up, blindfold you, and fuck you. Before that, though, I’ll get you on your knees and make you suck my dick while I spank you some more, because I can’t get enough of this beautiful ass and how you respond to me.”

He switches to Russian and keeps talking.

I moan around the thick fingers stuffed into my mouth.

My eyes roll back into my head.

This is the best Christmas ever.

TWENTY-EIGHT

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