Page 20 of Over the Line

“You’re not sure?” He raised an eyebrow.

Her words were breathless. “I’m a bit overwhelmed.”

“In that case, I think you should check.”

“Sir?”

“You heard me. With your right hand, touch your pussy.”

She blinked, as if confused for a moment, but she let go of her breast and followed his instructions.

“Well?” he asked.

“Yes, I’m a bit wet, Sir.”

“Show me your fingers.”

Unbelievably, twin streaks of pink stained cheeks. Are you embarrassed, little sub? Especially after Gregorio’s warning, seeing this side of her surprised him.

She held up her hand, and dampness glistened on her fingertips.

“That’s perfect,” he said, capturing her wrist and lowering his head to taste her juices. “Delicious. I like how sensitive your nipples are and how you respond to my touch. Please continue to play with your pussy. But this time, use both hands.”

“Yes, Sir.” She lowered her head and dropped her gaze to the floor.

“No, no. Keep looking at me.”

After blinking, she refocused her gaze.

“Better,” he said. “Much, much better. I always want to see your expression to ensure you’re enjoying yourself.” That was especially important if he couldn’t always trust that she’d use her safe words. “And I want to be certain you don’t come.”

“But—”

“Do it now.”

She slowly moved both hands between her legs.

“That’s it. Spread your labia with your left hand. Use your right to slide across your clit and to finger-fuck yourself.” As he gave his instructions, he tugged on her nipples.

“Oh, Sir…”

“Do you like that?”

“It’s… Sir… Yes. I do.” Gyrating her hips, she did as he said.

Damn, she was hot. “Beautiful,” he murmured. “Pleasure yourself. Enjoy. Surrender.” He continued to torment her while praising her. “Such a good girl.”

“Yes, Sir,” she whispered.

The deeper she slid into their scene, the easier it seemed for her to call him Sir.

At the Den, even when he’d moved her toward the fence, her back had been straight. It was as if she affected a certain posture to keep others at a distance. But here, now, with his attention solely on her, with no one else around, her shoulders were more relaxed.

As he continued to rapidly pinch, pull, and release, she added a second finger to her pussy.

The tantalizing scent of her arousal made him even more delirious with desire. He wanted to claim her, mark her as his. “Fuck yourself with your fingers,” he encouraged.

As her head fell back, she whimpered.