Page 278 of Hateful Games

“Don’t forget who’s in charge.”

Spank.

Tears of frustration slide down her cheeks. I must be a sadist because seeing her so raw and on the edge, reflecting desire and craving for my touch, where I’m her entire universe, makes me want to torture her a bit more. Make the moment last a bit longer.

In these moments, I have the power to coax her into being under my mercy.

While the rest of the time, I’m completely powerless.

And she owns me.

“Nova, please let me come,” she begs sweetly.

“How badly?”

“Bad.” Spreading her legs wider, she touches her slit. “I ache, Nova.”

“Come and sit on my lap.”

At my order, she scrambles to stand. Turning her around, I guide her down until her back is against my front. My cock throbbing against her ass. Hooking her knees on the armrests, I keep her cunt on display and her legs immobile with my arm under her tits.

Her head rests on my chest and from above, I can see everything.

The light sheen of sweat on her skin.

The rise and fall of her pierced nipples, hard and inviting.

So can she, because her breathing picks up as she clutches the back of my neck. She didn’t notice before but one of her books was resting on the corner of my desk. The one I was rereading because I couldn’t get enough of her words.

It makes me feel closer to her when she’s not around.

And after I’m done making her orgasm, it’ll wear her scent too.

“You want to come, Rose?” I murmur in her ear, kissing beneath it.

She nods. “Yes.”

“Open your pussy and don’t fucking close your thighs.” Biting her lip, I warn, “No matter what I do. You come when I say.”

Reaching between her legs, she does as she’s told.

“Good girl.”

My right arm easily stretches and grabs her book. Goosebumps erupt on her flawless skin, her breath hitching as she murmurs, “What are you doing, Nova?”

“Making you come.” I tighten my arm around her chest when her back arches just as I connect the sharp edge of the spine against her clit.

“Ahhh…” The low and sensual moan slips from her lips.

I rub the edge over the length of her drenched slit, pushing it deeper. Teasing and caressing. Eliciting one filthy moan after another until her fingers start to slip.

I slow down.

“Open. I want to see your little clit.”

It takes her a second but she does. Her body locked so tight. So close.

Enjoying my depravity.

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