He quickly shakes his head.
“Yet I’d let you own this pussy. I’d let you make it yours.”
“God-fucking-dammit.”
Pushing my index finger inside my dripping slit, I throw my head back at the rush of relief. My digit slips in and out of my tight hole, on full display to him.
Swirling and circling, I know just how to pleasure myself. The invisible lines that I can cross to make my body sing. An audience is simply more ammunition that I’ll happily accept.
Slick moisture covers my finger as I work myself over, rubbing the heel of my palm against my clit with each pump. Lavishing the sparks that creates, I quickly lower my other hand to rub my throbbing clit.
“Perfect,” Warner praises. “More.”
Pressing down on the bud, flashes of excruciatingly sweet warmth settle over my sensitive skin. With each thrust, I pinch and roll my clit, finding a pace that satiates my need for indulgence.
“Another finger, love.” Warner greedily drinks in the sight of me fucking myself for him. “Stretch yourself wide for me.”
“Come do it yourself.”
“You’re doing a good job all on your own.”
Shoving a second finger into my entrance, I scissor the two digits inside myself to brush against my inner walls. A whiny moan pushes past my lips, filling the cavernous training room.
I’m needy enough to believe he’ll give in. Lower his hard body over mine and plunder my lips. Kiss every part of me. Latch his mouth between my thighs and let me come all over his face.
But Warner just sits there—patient, observant, letting me pleasure myself for his eyes alone. It feels like a test. I don’t know if I’m passing it as I quicken my hand until my fingers roughly fuck my weeping pussy.
“That’s it, Em. Keep going.”
Rubbing circles above my clit, I let myself fantasise about what it would feel like to be owned by him. The boy who held my sadness when no one else could. The man who rescued me from evil and gave me the safety I needed.
I think there’s more to his steadily devoted self. Beneath the sweet words, assurance and comfort… I think he’d fuck like a god and leave me broken by his ferocity.
Feeling myself tighten, I maintain the constant pace, determined to show him exactly what he’s missing. My walls contract and clamp down around my fingers, guiding me to a nearby cliff.
“Show me how you fall apart,” Warner croons. “I want to watch your pussy drip with all those sweet juices.”
“Fuck… Please. Please touch me.”
“No. Make yourself come. Now.”
“Goddamn you!”
Aggravation and dismay form a deadly bomb that doesn’t take long to detonate. Another flick of my clit and I feel my orgasm taking hold. It barrels over me without a second’s notice.
Every muscle locks up as I cry out for him, feeling moisture soak my fingers and palm. Each individual blast emanates from my centre and spreads outwards, decimating everything in its path.
The aftershocks are powerful and continuous, my legs shaking so violently, I wonder how I’ll ever walk again. It takesgreat effort to lower my head to the mat where I stare up at the ceiling rather than collapse.
I feel Warner move more than I hear him. A hand circles around my wrist, encouraging my fingers to pull from where they’re still deep inside my spasming pussy.
Hovering over me, Warner stares at my face as he brings my glistening hand to his mouth. I wonder if I’ll come all over again when he sucks my fingers between his lips.
Warmth engulfs the wet digits, tingling with the feel of his tongue flicking and cleaning every drop of bliss I’ve deigned to offer him. He sucks them dry, releasing my hand to lick his lips.
“You did very well,” he compliments, still clutching my wrist tight. “Such a perfect girl, aren’t you?”
Am I into this?
