Page 30 of Selfish Desires

“No,” she murmured, her voice barely audible.

“What?”

“No,” she said again, stronger this time. “You don’t get to tell me how I feel.”

Her statement hung in the air between us, palpable and heavy. The silence was deafening, save for the distant echoes of the ocean, reminding us we weren’t completely trapped in this room.

“This is what I want,” she began, her gaze steady on mine. And then Wendy’s right hand reached for my left, guiding it to her bare neck. Wendy sank against the chair as my hand collared her throat. When I applied just the right pressure, her body tensed, but she offered me a subtle nod, and Wendy’s limbs relaxed. “I want our last night together back.”

A wicked grin spread across my face as I said, “That’s my good girl.”

Her hand remained on my forearm, her touch counteracting the chill of the evening air seeping in through the open window. Her fingers brushed lightly over my skin, each contact igniting a new fire trail in its wake.

“Is this what you want?” I asked her. There was an edge to my voice that had been missing earlier. A hunger that couldn’t be quelled. My thumb ran along her supple top lip, tracing the soft skin awaiting my mouth.

Wendy nodded wordlessly, biting her lower lip as if to suppress a moan. The action caused my cock to twitch in anticipation, and I found myself fighting back the urge to fuck her then and there. I moved closer to Wendy, pressing her gently back against the chair until we were chest to chest, our breaths mingling as my free hand prepared to explore the body I ached three long years for.

“I need you to pick a safe word.”

“Let’s use the same word as last time,” Wendy said, fighting a tremble.

“I need you to say it.” My hand on her neck tightened, and Wendy’s eyes darkened.

“Selfish.”

The air in both our bodies deflated, a calm settling over us, realizing we were back to where we started. “That’s my good slut.”

Her fingers gripped my forearm tighter, the tremble betraying the nerves she was struggling to hide.

“Relax,” I said, “Remember what we were? What we had?”

She nodded, her eyes half-lidded but still intent on mine. Gently, I brushed her cheek with my knuckles, her skin warm and soft. Her breath hitched as my fingers traced a path down from her cheek to her collarbone, a shiver of anticipation running through her at the touch.

“You’ve been waiting for me all this time, haven’t you?” My words hung in the air like a heavy fog, impossible to see through.

Wendy’s jaw clenched, her skin morphing to stone under my fingers. She was fighting the truth; I saw the struggle swirling in her orbs as her hands flew to the hand around her slender neck, clawing at my skin. “You don’t know anything,” she spat.

Did I push her too far too soon? I wanted to find out. “You’re wrong. This is why we’re here now.” My other hand entangled itself in her wild hair, twisting it around my fist, dragging a yelp from her mouth. Her body arched in response, biting her lower lip to stifle another sound of pleasure. I knew the contradicting signals she was sending, but my mind was too clouded with the desire to interpret them properly. A part of me knew she was resisting, but the other part... the one seeing the sparks in her eyes, the quickened rise and fall of her chest, the way her nails clawed into my arms. “I bet that pretty cunt is soaked and aching for me. Begging me to fuck you to hell because that’s where you think you belong because you want this. You want me.”

If Wendy’s eyes had the power to kill, I’d be a dead man. She wouldn’t break eye contact as her fingers dug into my skin, a press away from drawing blood. “Stop…” There was a warning in her tone, but it was overpowered by her lust-laced voice.

“If you want me to stop, you know what to say.” Bending over her, I traced the smooth line of her neck with my lips. Her breath hitched when I reached the hollow of her throat, biting the tender skin there. My hand moved lower, venturing past the swell of her breasts to settle on her flat stomach. Wendy’s body reacted instantly, arching into my touch. I lowered my fingers, flicking the gold button to her jeans. I continued lower, trailing one finger down to the apex of her thighs, realizing she wore a black bodysuit. My fingers danced along the silky fabric until they found the three snaps pressed against her warm pussy.

I clicked them open one by one, my eyes never leaving hers as I slid my hand beneath the thin barrier. She gasped as my fingers caressed her warm, wet folds, goosebumps blooming on her skin.

“Always so wet for me,” I said in a hushed tone. “You want this, don't you?” I circled her clit with my thumb, drawing a shaky moan from her lips. I sank one finger deep into her dripping cunt, curling it in as both of us held our breaths. I was ready to explode and desperately needed to free my cock. “You have no idea how much I’ve missed this.” My breath came in harsh waves as I began to pump my finger in and out of her hot sex. Wendy's head fell back against the chair as her body writhed beneath me, her moans only encouraging me further. Her walls tightened around me, and she let out a gasp, her fingers clutching onto the armrest of the chair.

“Vincent…” Her voice was barely audible over the pounding of my heart. The way she said my name was desperate and pleading, which only fueled my desire for her. She was melting, showing me exactly what I had been missing for three years. Wendy reached for my dick under my pants, her fingertips grazing the outline of my erection. “Let me touch you.”

“Not yet,” I whispered into her ear, shifting my hips away, just out of Wendy’s reach. “Be a good girl, and I’ll give you everything you want.” Taking the loose front flap of Wendy’s body suit, I dragged it up her stomach, past her breasts, and held it level with her chin. “Because good sluts get rewarded. And you’re going to be my good little whore, aren’t you?”

Wendy’s mouth dropped open as my fingers stilled in her quivering pussy and gave the slightest nod. “Yes. I’ll be good.”

“You’ll be a good what?” I asked, bringing the piece of fabric closer to her mouth.

“Your good little whore.” Wendy’s chest heaved on the last word.

I grinned, shoving the bottom of the bodysuit between Wendy’s teeth. “Good. Now, bite down.”

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