Page 20 of The Arrangement

I have no choice but to do as I’m told, because he looks deadly serious, and this feels too good for me to let my pride get in the way. “Yes, sir.”

“Good girl,” he smirks and goes back to making me the happiest woman alive.

“OH, yes…” I hiss, unable to look away.

My hands are locked on my breasts, and I realize precisely how much I enjoy pinching as I feel the tension unfurling in my core. The tighter I grip them between my index and thumb, the tighter I clench around Maksim’s fingers.

I can’t breathe anymore. So close to the edge as he finger-fucks me into sheer madness while sucking and licking my swollen nub, teasing it with his teeth, nipping. I’m close to another climax—and I fear I’ll fall apart at the seams when it comes.

“Not yet,” he says.

How the hell do I control myself? Deep breath, Tory. Deep breath, keep it together. It’s damn near impossible, edging me on like this will drive me mad. I’ll die unless… “I’ll die unless I come,” I am compelled to voice my concern.

“You want to come, already?”

“Please, sir… Please, let me come…”

“Does it hurt?” he asks, relentless in his probing of my pussy, fingers thrusting, stretching, priming me for something extraordinary.

“It hurts so good,” I manage, pinching my nipples until it stings.

I’m so tight on the inside, I don’t know how much longer I can control this… this runaway train. My entire body is overflowing, loaded with tension, and this tension needs to snap. I need my release, now more than ever.

“Come for me,” he finally says. “You’ve suffered enough.”

“Thank you, sir…”

His tongue goes on a rampage, eating my pussy like a savage as he shoves his fingers deeper. He presses his other hand into my lower belly, while I continue working on my breasts, mercilessly disentangling myself from reality as I come… I come so hard, I gush like a fucking spring. Maksim groans with cruel pleasure as he licks me clean, as he drinks me in and squeezes every ripple of this mind-crushing orgasm.

Colors explode before my eyes, unraveling with my own screams as the official soundtrack.

“Good girl… What a good girl,” he says after a while.

“Thank you, sir,” I like saying that to him. I’ll regret everything in the morning, but for the time being, I’m fine with whatever else he’s got planned because damn… it’s all I ever dreamed of. “But I’m not done with you, yet.”

I take a deep breath, soft as pudding in the glaze of a delicious afterglow, and look up just in time to see him get on top, without taking his clothes off. He’s incredibly horny, his breathing heavy, yet he retains absolute control. I can only follow his lead.

“What… What do you want?” I manage, my body soft under his rock-hard body.

“You’ve got a toy in that drawer, don’t you?”

I nod once. He smiles a most devilish smile and rushes to retrieve it. The vibrator is one of the few accoutrements I keep in that drawer for my own pleasure—I wasn’t sure which one he’d pick, but I have to admit, I like the look on his face as he turns the lipstick-size toy on, its vibrating hum causing my core to tighten yet again.

He settles back between my legs. “Keep them spread for me, Tory.”

“Yes, sir…”

“Whatever happens, don’t let go unless I tell you. Or else, there will be hell to pay.”

There’s a hint of a veritable threat in his voice. I’m not sure what the words imply, but I certainly don’t wish to cross this man, not when he is so determined to make me come, yet again. He’s set on giving me the kind of pleasure I never got before. I wonder if he can tell precisely how underwhelming my love life was before he walked through that door.

“Yes, sir,” I say, bracing myself for one more trip to the sweetest kind of purgatory.

Maksim uses the toy on my tender, hyper-sensitive clit, while his fingers explore my swollen folds, decisively slipping inside, testing me once more. Soon, the exploration turns into another wild finger-fucking, but he uses three fingers this time around, in perfect synchronicity with the vibrating pulsations of a toy I never imagined a man like him would use on me.

“Permission to come, sir?” I groan harshly, barely able to think. I can’t touch myself anymore. My body bucks as I grip the sheets, my chest contracting and expanding as the liquid heat builds up inside me.

“I’m not done yet,” he says.

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