His tongue flickers over my clit again and again. The perfect cadence marching me right to the very edge of the world.
“Don’t come,” he orders while his fingers spread my pussy lips apart and he runs his teeth over my clit again.
“Please!” I’ll beg in the prettiest sounds if he’ll only give me the nudge I need to hurl myself over the cliff.
“Show me you can obey me.” He flattens his tongue against my clit and begins moving in a circular pattern while he thrusts two fingers into my passage.
My body clenches, trying to fight off the pleasure he’s punishing me with.
“I can’t hold it back,” I whine, trying to curl my hips and get away from his tongue.
But he’s not going to let me off that easy.
“You can. And you will.” He flicks the tip of his tongue over me again, bending his fingers inside me.
Tears leak from my eyes, dropping onto the table. Frustration and arousal mix to a point that it’s all the same thing. My heart beats so hard, it thumps against the tabletop.
“You’re doing so good.” He sucks my clit into his mouth again, thrusting his fingers in harder and faster, while twisting them and stretching them.
Stretching me.
“Please! Oh god! Please, Ivan!” A soft sob breaks free.
I can’t fail. I just can’t.
The first pulse of an impending orgasm builds. I’m terrified by it, try to draw it back, but it’s too strong. His tongue and his fingers are too good. I can smell the musk of his cologne, and it only entices me closer to the forbidden edge.
Just when I’m sure I’m about to come, he pulls away. His fingers are gone, leaving me empty, and my clit is abandoned. I suck in breath.
The metallic click of his zipper lowering draws my attention, and I twist to look over my shoulder just in time to see him draw his cock out of his pants. His hand wraps around the thick shaft, and he brings the head of his dick to press against me.
“You don’t come until I say. Understood?” Danger flashes in his eyes. An unspoken threat of what I can expect if I disobey.
“Yes, sir.” I manage to get out just as he thrusts his cock into me.
The stretch is immediate. The bite of pain, even as small as it is, amplifies my need for him.
Still holding my cheeks, open for him, I push back at him, meeting his thrusts.
His hand appears in front of my face. “Open your mouth.”
Unsure of what he’s going to od, but not willing to risk any more rebuke, I part my lips. He shoves his thumb inside, rubbing it along my tongue before pulling it back out.
A moment later he presses his thumb against my back hole. Instinctively, I clench.
“No, none of that. Let me in.” He pushes harder against the tight muscle.
My face erupts in a new blush as I realize he’s using my own saliva to lubricate this invasion.
“It’s…oh god,” I roll my head down, pressing my forehead into the table as he continues to fuck me, slowing his thrusts to match his thumb working its way into my asshole.
Once his thumb has been fully inserted, he holds his hand still. Increasing his thrusts, he fucks me even harder. The table beneath us jerks forward with the force.
“Where’s my thumb, Vee?” He asks in a dark, seductive voice.
“Please don’t make me…”
A sharp crack of his hand against my ass answers my plea.
