Page 83 of Take Her
“No, sir.”
“Good girl.” I waited a good long while, with only the sound of our breath and the slowly slickening toy between us. “Do you make yourself come a lot?”
The color rose on her cheeks, making her the same shade of pink as the top she still wore. “Every night,” she whispered.
“Who do you think about when you do?”
She swallowed. “You. Always you.”
I heard the ring of truth in her voice, and it was what I wanted, right? To be her everything, so that I could protect her from herself. But I wasn’t prepared for the intensity I felt as her words hit me. It felt like old scabs of mine were being ripped up, only instead of the agony I expected, it was like cool and soothing bandages were being placed upon them. “Fuck yourself harder, Lia,” I commanded.
Her wrists brushed against the insides of my thighs as she did so and I let out a groan, which made her slow down. I leaned closer to her and growled again.
“If you make me use that on you, I swear to god I will shove it so far inside you it won’t come out.”
She made the world’s most beautiful please-don’t-hurt-me face, and then redoubled her efforts with her eyes closed until her jaw fell. The scent of her sex was heady, and the vision of her working herself so hard for me was just as potent.
Her amber eyes fluttered open. “I don’t want to come without you again,” she whispered.
“I’m right here.”
She shook her head and pulled one of her hands back, tracing it up the inside of my thigh, to stroke her fingers against my hard on, hesitantly at first, but then rubbing me, making me give her a rumbling sound.
“I know you want to. You can. I swear it. I’ll never tell.”
I took the wrist of that hand and pinned it over her head, leaning forward, touching my forehead to hers. “Do you think me being scared of your father is the only reason I’m not fucking you, Lia?”
Her eyes went wide and she nodded.
“No,” I refuted her. “It’s because you don’t deserve it yet. Because you’re not so good at following instructions, little girl. And only the most perfect, most compliant little girls get fucked.”
She frowned at that, and I didn’t know if it was because she was upset I wouldn’t fuck her, or the implication that she wasn’t good enough.
Either way, the answer to what ailed her currently lay between her legs.
“Listen to that,” I whispered. The sounds of her using her toy were inescapable now, the wet noises and the intermittent buzzing. “Poor little moth, so ready, just wishing it was me.”
She pouted and writhed, a shiver running through her, her hips rocking against the insides of my thighs. “So close,” I purred. “So hungry.”
“Rhaim,” she panted, and I decided not to call her out for using my name, because I liked the sound of it on her lips when she was almost there. “Rhaim—I’m—fuck—” she exclaimed, and fell apart beneath me, crying out, and shuddering.
It was taking superhuman effort not to fuck her, because I knew if I unzipped my jeans and pulled her toy out, I could slide right in, all the way up to my hilt, pressed on all sides by her perfect pussy.
She shook a few more times and made mewling sounds, before fluttering her eyes open.
“Little girls don’t cuss,” I teased, and she made an exasperated sound as I reached between us to pull her toy out. The entire thing was glistening.
“How else am I supposed to say what it’s like, then?” she whispered, as I tossed her toy aside.
“I don’t know. You’re the reader,” I said, casting a look around her room full of books. I leaned forward to put a hand by her head, and used the other to stroke an errant lock of her hair away. “You okay?” I asked her and she slowly nodded, smiling sweetly.
“Good,” I said, leaning even further to whisper in her ear. “Because this is your actual punishment, Lia—the fact that I fuckin’ lied.”
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LIA
“I’m in love with you, Caleb. I didn’t mean for it to happen, and I feel awfully bad about it, but it has, and I want to know if maybe when this is over you could possibly love me, too.”