Page 29 of Beast

Gaston pushes the toy inside of me and I arch my back, groaning as it feels so good to have that ache quenched. Even if I was hoping for something thicker and longer inside me. I rock back against it, fucking myself on the toy.

“That’s it, baby girl,” Gaston purrs, his voice dripping with approval. “You’re doing so well.”

My stomach flutters hearing his validation. Why the hell do I even want it? Slowly, I feel my release building again. A warmth pooling low while he continues to fuck me with it. When I think I’m close, Gaston removes it.

A half whimper and half growl tears from my lips. “Patience,” he breathes, gazing into my eyes with those cool gray ones of his.

He sets the rubber dildo aside and picks up a vibrator. My thigh shakes in anticipation knowing he could truly torture me with that.

“No, please—” I start, but Gaston silences me with a firm look.

“This is part of your punishment, remember? Now be a good girl and take your punishment quietly.”

I swallow hard, my mouth suddenly dry. “Gaston, I?—”

He doesn’t let me finish, turning it on and pressing it against my clit. My entire body jerks violently because I’ve never been so sensitive before. A deep moan escapes me.

Gaston leans in, his breath ghosting my lips. “That’s it, bonita. Let me hear you moan.”

The pleasure is too much to bear. I try to squirm away, but Gaston holds me in place with his powerful body.

“Stay still,” he demands.

I clench the sheets beneath me, trying to find something to ground me. All the while Gaston reads me like a book, using the vibrator to send me toward the edge only to back off when I’m teetering on the precipice.

A cry of frustration tears from my lips when he removes the vibrations entirely. “Please,” I beg, tears of desperation trickling down my cheeks. “I’m so fucking desperate, Gaston. Please.”

“Not yet, beautiful. You don’t get to come until I allow it.” And then he moves his lips to mine and kisses me, his tongue sliding into my mouth and tangling with my own. Fuck. It’s the best kiss I’ve ever had. Instead of clutching the sheets beneath me, I claw my fingers in his hair, desperate for more from him. I need everything he can give me.

He growls into my mouth and pulls back, nipping my bottom lip. “Fuck, you really are needy for me, aren’t you, beautiful?” The look in his eyes suggests he’s struggling to maintain control right now. He wants to fuck me, but perhaps he’s more stubborn than me, hellbent on proving a point.

I try to pull his lips back to mine, but he shakes his head and forces my arms down. “Who is in control?”

God damn it.

“You are, sir,” I reply, my voice cracking slightly.

“That’s right,” he breathes, eyes flashing with a dangerous spark. “Now be a good girl and lie still for me.” He moves the vibrator over my nipples, slowly trailing it lower and lower until it’s hovering over my clit.

Gaston watches me, a dark look in his eyes. “Do you want it?”

I nod in response, hardly able to speak right now.

He pushes it against my clit and then suddenly turns the setting right up to maximum. “Now come for me. I want to hear you come apart. I want the whole of Mexico City to hear what I do to you.”

My back arches and I scream out in pleasure. Before I have time to process what’s happening, my orgasm slams into me with the weight of a freight train. And I squirt everywhere, making a mess of the bed. I’m shuddering and shaking so violently while my vision blurs at the intensity.

I collapse against the sheets, panting and trembling, coming down from the most intense orgasm of my life. Every nerve in my body still thrums with pleasure, and I feel almost delirious.

Gaston strokes my hair, murmuring praise. “Such a good girl. You took your punishment so well.” And then he kisses me softly, lazily. His tongue exploring my mouth as I moan into it. A mere kiss is all it takes to light me back on fire as I lace my fingers in his hair.

When we break apart, I look into those gorgeous gray eyes. “Please.”

He arches a brow. “Please, what?”

“I need you to fuck me.”

He chuckles and pulls back, shaking his head. “No chance. You don’t get my cock yet, beautiful. Not after holding out on me and trying to manipulate me.” He grabs a hand full of my hair and yanks me forward so I’m kneeling in front of him. “Suck it.”

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