He shoved his hand inside my panties now, the feel of his skin against mine so hot and sexy that I moaned, clutching at him, completely drenched now. I rolled my hips, riding his hand.
"You like how this feels, Aster? Love me playing with your pussy?"
I nodded. “Yes."
“Yes, what?"
"Yes, sir."
"Tell me. Tell me how much you love it."
"Dios mio, I love it." I whimpered. “Let me come Coulter, please." He was pressing only light enough to keep me from falling over the edge.
"Only if you beg for it.” His lips pressed against my ear. “Beg for it, baby nightmare.”
"Please, please. I'll do anything."
“You will?”
I nodded. “Yes.”
“Even give me as many little nightmare heirs as I want?” he hissed, putting pressure on my clit.
“God, yes.” I groaned, coming at the thought, my stomach convulsing as my orgasm washed over me.
"Did you like that baby?" Pulling his hand out, he kissed the top of my head.
I nodded, sighing. “Yes."
"Good, because you need to get used to it. I will keep you happy, will make you come every night, if you want,” his voice suddenly turned cruel and cold, "but I will never, ever trust you again to ever put my dick inside this cunt.”