Page 91 of Sadistic

The command in his voice makes me clench.

I shimmy out of them, the cool air hitting heated skin. "Okay."

"Touch yourself. Tell me exactly how wet you are."

My hand slides between my legs, finding evidence of how his voice alone affects me. "So wet. Dripping."

"That's my girl. My perfect, needy little wolf. Circle your clit, slowly. I want you to edge yourself while I talk."

I obey, biting my lip to stay quiet.

Through the door, I can hear my friends laughing, having no idea what I'm doing.

"I can picture you," he continues, voice rough with his own arousal. "Cheeks flushed, trying not to make noise. Your pretty pussy dripping for me while you're surrounded by other people. Tell me—are you close already?"

"Yes," I gasp, moving faster.

"Slow down. You come when I say, not before."

I force myself to slow, torture and pleasure mixing. "Please?—"

"Please what? Use your words."

"Please let me come. I need it."

"Put two fingers inside. Imagine they're mine. Imagine I'm there, bending you over that bathroom counter, fucking you while your friends are right outside."

I do as he says, and the fullness makes me whimper.

The mental image he's painting isn't helping my control.

"Quiet, little wolf. Unless you want them to hear what a needy slut you are for me. Is that what you want? For them to know you're finger-fucking yourself to my voice?"

I bite my hand, moving my fingers as he instructs—slow, then fast, then slow again.

He keeps me on edge, voice commanding even through the phone.

"Add another finger. Stretch that tight pussy for me."

"Fuck," I whisper, adding a third finger.

The stretch burns perfectly.

"Such a good girl," he praises. "Taking orders even when you're drunk in Vegas. Even with a room full of strippers, you're in here touching yourself for me. Tell me who owns this pussy."

"You do," I gasp, so close it hurts.

"Say it again."

"You own it. You own me."

"That's right. And when you get home tomorrow, I'm going to fuck you so hard you forget any other man exists. I'm going to mark every inch of you, make you scream so loud the whole building knows who you belong to."

"Doran, please?—"

"Come for me. Now, Revna. Come on your fingers while you think about my cock."

I shatter, his name muffled against my palm as waves of pleasure crash over me.