Page 118 of Take Her

“Don’t,” I demanded—until her eyes met mine again. “Just watch—and let me watch you.”

I started to work on her again.

I ran my thumbs inside of her slowly, stretching her in ever widening arcs, feeling the smooth give of her most secret flesh, her heat growing as her blood rushed toward me. One of her hands had slid up so that she could play with a nipple, and I groaned.

“Hold your knees,” I said instead, to save me from myself.

She pouted, but she listened. I would’ve much rather tied her into this position, but it was good enough. I rose up between her legs and used my thumbs to start fucking her, almost like I was doing CPR, keeping her pussy stretched and rubbing at her walls. She groaned in surprise the first time, but then her head rolled back, and she started greeting each of my thrusts with a moan.

She trusted me now, Lord only knew why. Too bad for her, I was still a bad man—I didn’t want to earn her trust, as much as I wanted all of it to be mine, so that no one else could have any.

“How many times do you think I could make you come, Lia?”

Her eyes fluttered open. “As many as you’d like, sir.”

“Good answer,” I told her, before leaving my thumbs plunged deep, and massaging any part of her that I could reach inside.

“Fuck—Rhaim,” she whispered, curling up, like she was trying to give me her pussy on a platter. “That feels so good, oh, fuck?—”

I made an agreeable noise. “Rub your clit for me.”

One of her hands raced down, and I could feel her start to tighten almost instantly. I stroked her harder, made bigger circles, and took up more of her space—while two of her delicate little fingers patted a light pink nub hidden at the apex of her dark pink folds. “Goddamn, Lia,” I muttered. She was so juicy she was glistening, her breasts shook appealingly each time I thudded into her, and she was biting her lower lip, trying not to scream.

“Give it to me,” I said, speeding up. I loved this position because it let me feel women winding so intimately, as all the muscles that lined their cunts started twitching like a readying cat. “You’re gonna come so hard,” I promised her, going faster, pressing deeper, pulling wider, still.

She started making little high-pitched cries and I could feel her pussy fighting me, trying to close around me as I kept pulling it apart.

“Oh fuck,” she said, swinging an arm out to grasp hold of the couch behind her. “Fuck, Rhaim—fuck!” she screamed, her hips thrust up to meet my hand, and I followed them back down, still working her. Pleasure ran through her in waves, I knew, because I could feel each one, and I rubbed her walls hard. “Fuck,” she hissed, and shuddered.

“So beautiful,” I murmured, leaning down to kiss her clit after she released it. She weakly laughed and tried to push me away.

I wouldn’t let her.

“See, that’s the problem, Lia,” I said, now shoving two fingers deep inside her, crooking their tips like I was calling her to me, so that I could get at the part that felt good. “If I started any of this shit with you, I might never let you leave. And I mean that—more than you can possibly know.”

She hadn’t been at my place to see the chain and collar I’d left out for her.

“Rhaim,” she said, with a pout, and tried to shove my wrist away. I wrapped her wrist with my free hand and shoved it back, holding it down beside her hip. “It’s too much.”

“See what I mean?” I warned her, and her eyes went wide as I leaned up and forward, bringing the full force of my arm to bear—my fingers finally deep in her like I knew she’d wanted back at Vertigo. “Because if I had a girl like you, Lia, I might never get tired of fucking you. Worse than that,” I said, as the sloppy sounds of her drenched cunt got louder, “I wouldn’t care what the fuck you want.”

She made a helpless sound and spread her thighs wider for me.

The thought of me not giving a fuck about her turned her on.

Why was she so perfect?

Goddamn.

I shoved a third finger into her and she whined, as I finger-fucked her hard.

“I’d keep you collared and chained, Lia. Naked all the time. The only thing you’d be would be my toy. I don’t even think I’d let you stand.”

I saw her calves tense and felt her pussy grab—so I bit the inside of her nearest thigh, hard, to chase her orgasm away, and stilled my hand.

“Rhaim!” she shouted, in surprise and anger.

“You think I’m joking?”