Page 53 of Forever Mr Black

Shit!He’s onto me.

He drags his gaze down my body. “It seems I’m not the only one who enjoyed me fucking your mouth.”

I lower my eyes. From where he ran his hands up my body, streaks of my arousal coat my stomach and breasts and glint in the lamplight. My skin is flushed, and my nipples are hard. Evidence that I love him controlling my body just as much as he loves controlling me.

He lifts his eyes to mine once more and dips his head, licking the remains of my wetness from my breasts. I can’t watch him do this. My eyes flutter closed as he runs his tongue down the valley in between my breasts and across the curves of mystomach. I feel the bed dip beneath his weight as he kneels between my legs. I tense because there’s no way I’m going to hold out if he’s going to do that!

My breathing quickens as he loops his arms around my thighs, and I’m waiting, waiting, waiting …

“Look at me, Sophie.”

I can’t. I’ll be a goner.

“You’ve three more left, but if you don’t look at me, I’ll double it,” he warns.

I lie there for a few seconds, debating whether or not it’s worth the risk.

“Open your fucking eyes,” he barks.

I snap open my eyes in surprise at his harshness.

His detached, mask-like expression from earlier is back and, with it, the cold, hard stare.

“When I said earlier that you must do everything I say, I meant it. Now, as punishment, I’m going to fuck you with my tongue, and you’re going to watch. And if you stop or make a sound … well, you know what’ll happen.”

Bastard!

But even as the anger rises in my chest at the way he’s acting, it’s not enough for me to want this to stop. Even if I weren’t tied down, I wouldn’t walk. Because I want him to do this to me. And as his gaze hones in on mine and he buries his face between my legs, my mind blanks. And I fail. No sooner does he start than my eyes shutter closed, and I cry out as his tongue snakes into my vagina.

He stops. I open my eyes at the loss of contact to find him looking up at me. The scruff of his jaw and cheekbones are glistening with my arousal, and there’s a smug smile on his face.

“We’re still on three, I’m afraid, because you can’t control yourself. Don’t you want to come, Sophie?” That annoying measured tone is back in his voice.

Fucking bastard!

“Yes,” I snap.

His tone becomes firm to match mine. “Then, you need to control yourself. Do you want me to do this to you all night?”

Jesus, no!

“No.”

The longer this carries on, the harder it’s becoming to control myself. But I’m determined to see this through. I dig deep, find the last bit of self-control I’ve got left, and cling on to it tight.

“Three more.” He doesn’t give me time to prepare and pushes two fingers inside me, lapping at my clitoris with his tongue.

I squirm and bite the inside of my cheek to silence myself as pleasure soars through me. He withdraws his fingers, leaving me panting.

“Two more.”

I close my eyes. The ache in my centre spikes to uncomfortable as he thrusts his fingers in and out of me. Hard, deep, curling round my sweet spot.

Don’t focus on it.

I prickle with heat from head to toe and tense muscles I didn’t know I had to stop myself from tipping over the edge.

“Are you okay, Sophie?”

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