Page 42 of Bid For Me
“Ah, ah, ah,” he says, pulling back just enough to smirk up at me. “You don’t get to come yet.”
Internally, I groan in frustration, my hips lifting instinctively, but he presses them down, holding me in place with an infuriating grin. I bare my teeth at him, but otherwise stay silent.
“Tell me who you belong to,” he demands, his breath hot against my damp skin.
I wish.
I clamp my lips closed, defiant, and he retaliates by sucking my clit into his mouth, the pressure just shy of what I need to tumble over the edge. My body trembles, my nails digging into the sheets as I struggle to hold on.
“Say it,” he growls, his fingers slipping inside me, curling just right.
I cry out, my mind foggy with need, my body screaming for release, but every time I get close, he stops, leaving me teetering on the brink.
I want to kill him. And beg him never to stop.
I know I like pain. But this? This istorture. I never knewpleasurecouldhurt.
Tears sting my eyes, and my resolve eventually crumbles, shame burning my cheeks.
“You,” I whisper hoarsely after what feels like hours of being taken right to the brink and denied. “I belong to you.”
His smile is pure sin. “Good girl.”
But even then, he doesn’t let me fall – not yet.
He doesn’t relent. Instead, his fingers slip from me, leaving an unbearable emptiness in their wake. My body arches instinctively, seeking his touch, but he only chuckles – a low, dark sound that sends shivers skittering down my spine.
“Not yet, Elle,” he murmurs, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin of my inner thigh. “You don’t get to come until I say so.”
I want to scream at him, to beg, to do anything that will make him end this torment. My hips shift again, searching for relief, but his hands clamp down on my thighs, holding me firmly in place. But that just sends me higher. Being restrained, held down, clamped in place…it’s my kryptonite.
“Patience,” he says, his voice maddeningly calm. “Or do you need another reminder of who’s in control? This is your punishment, remember?”
I whimper, tears of frustration pricking my eyes as he presses a series of open-mouthed kisses up my thighs, deliberately avoiding where I need him most. Each kiss leaves a burning trail on my skin, my nerve endings sparking as if they’ve been set alight.
Up one side, down the other, then repeating the process with his teeth until I’m writhing under his firm hands. Right at the apex of my thighs, he bites down hard, and I scream. It almost sends me ricocheting over the edge, but somehow I hold back, conscious of wanting to be agood girlfor him. He sucks and sucks, until my clit is pulsing with jealousy, and tears stream down my cheeks from the effort of holding back my release.
Just when I think I can’t take any more, he moves back to my core, his breath hot against me, and I sob at the sensation of his tongue circling my clit, slow, deliberate and torturously light. It’s so far away from the love bite he just gave the inside of my thigh that I want to cry.
My hands claw at the sheets, my back arching as his tongue laps at me with agonising precision. Every flick, every swirl, every press of his mouth has me careening toward the edge – only for him to pull back again, leaving me trembling, gasping, desperate.
“Seb,” I choke out, my voice cracking. “Bas?—”
“What is it, baby?” he asks, his tone mockingly sweet. I grit my teeth.
I hate him. I hate that I want him. That I need him.
“I–I need?—”
“You need what?” He presses a single finger against my entrance, teasing, but doesn’t push inside.
“Please,” I beg, my voice trembling and raw.
“Please, what?” He pulls back, his fingers tracing lazy circles on my tender thighs. “Use your words, Elle.”
“I need to come,” I finally sob, tears streaking down my cheeks as I lift my head to glare at him, my frustration breaking through my pride.
Seb grins, slow and wicked, his eyes glittering with triumph. “You’ll come when I say you can.IfI say you can. Not a moment before.”