Page 31 of Bad Enough

“Easy, little Flame.”

She shivered.

After several strokes through her wetness, her hips bucked gently into his hand.

He withdrew his hand. “Don’t move unless I tell you to,” he reminded.

She stilled and bit her lip. Her head turned toward his mouth as if searching for him. “Please, Lobo,” she begged. “I ache.”

His voice entered her ear, lips brushing against the shell as he spoke. “Where do you ache, princess?”

“Between my legs. Please. I need more. I need you to touch me.”

“You beg so pretty, little Flame. Keep that up, and I might just give you what you want.” His hand smoothed down to her sex again, resting at the juncture of her thighs, his touch light. “But not yet,” he taunted, withdrawing his hand. “I say when and how much.”

In a sweeping gesture, he gathered her in his arms again, walking just a few steps to their left, before he slid her body down his front, setting her on her feet, making sure she was steady before removing his arms from around her. With his boot, he pressed between her two feet to get her to slightly widen her stance. Ever so gently, he placed downward pressure to her back, causing her to bend at the waist until she lay with her head on a velvet throw pillow, her hips canted over the arm of the chaise lounge.

His hand stroked feather-soft against her spine. “Anything pressing uncomfortably or causing pain?”

“No. No pain.”

His hand brushed up and down along her spine, neck to waist, where her hands were bound. She shivered, but her skin flushed.

He began the same back-and-forth motion from her lower back to the underside of her ass cheeks, his blunt fingernails lightly scraping over the creamy swells. When his touch met the backs of her thighs, he traced around the curve to her far hip, then returned to the small of her back just below her tied hands.

His hand continued its circular strokes, first to the leg at the inside of the chair, the next pass to the outside leg. After several rotations, he switched the pattern to lazy figure eights until finally, his hand slid down to her lower back and then to between her legs, separating her inner and outer lips from her channel. “Color, little Flame?” he whispered.

She whimpered. “Green.”

His hand continued its quest through her slick folds and found her clit already extended from its hood.

“I want to hear you, princess. I want to hear every moment of what you feel.”

His middle finger skimmed over her clit, causing her to inhale and tense, then he placed the slightest of pressure as he dragged the digit back down over it, causing her to groan on the exhale. His lazy circles around the button sensitized the nerves so much that, without thought, she pressed her shoulder against his leg, her head resting against his thigh, almost as if she were a kitten rubbing against its owner.

His hand froze.

After a moment, she mewled in frustration. Actually mewled! And she pushed against him, trying to get his hand to move again. “Please, don’t stop,” she begged. “I feel like I’m going to jump out of my skin if you don’t keep touching me.”

He pulled his hand from between her legs. “What’s the rule?”

“I don’t get to determine how much or where. Only you do,” she replied. “I’m sorry, I can’t seem to control it.”

“You can,” he assured her.

He returned his hand to her backside, retracing circles, clearly starting the whole process over. Her vocalizations were incoherent whines. He’d reduced her to a whimpering mess.

“That’s it, little Flame. Who makes this little kitten purr?”

“You do,” she gasped out in a pained exhale.

“That’s right. I do.” He slid his fingers down to between her legs again, brushing through her folds and tapping lightly on her clit. “I own this pussy until I say otherwise.”

Her core was hot and slick, absolutely no resistance as he slid his fingers across her skin. She was on the verge of an orgasm, so when he pulled his hand away from her clit, she wailed in agony and frustration, but she didn’t beg him to put his hand back.

“Sssh, I’m here. You’re doing so well.”

He swept his palm up and down her back, turning the wail into a moan. Finally, he lightened the caresses until her breathing gentled, and she stayed in position, her legs trembling.

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