Page 54 of Forever Mr Black

I’m not sure whether he’s asking out of genuine concern or if it’s a ruse to break my focus and get me to fail. But I won’t.

I keep my eyes firmly closed. “Yes,” I gasp in a voice that’s not my own. I can barely speak.

“Good. One more.” He sounds impressed.

Impressed that I’ve come this far? Have I done better than the others? Then her?

All thoughts are wiped from my mind within seconds. My mouth falls open, and I give a silent cry as he slides two fingers inside me and then a third, filling me and hitting just the right spot. My spine arches, and I dig my fingernails into my hands, drawing blood.

“Very good.”

Thank fuck for that.

My body sags against the bed. My legs and arms burn from being taut with tension. I’m a hot mess. Relieved that it’s over but far from satiated.

Art climbs off the bed and uncuffs my hands. “Flex them. They’ve been in that position for a while.”

I sigh with relief, flexing my wrists whilst he unties my right foot and then my left.

I bend my knees slightly and waggle my feet, thankful for having movement back. I look down at the back of my hand and see the scratch marks from where I dug my nails into my flesh to stop myself from moaning.

Art climbs back on the bed and takes my hand. He peers down at the scratch marks with a frown and then presses his lips against the back of my hand, lifting his eyes to mine. His mouth opens, and his hot tongue darts across the cuts as he tastes me. I draw in a shaky breath, hypnotised by what he’s doing, and watch as he gently places my hand on my stomach and shifts onto his heels.

“Because you did as I’d asked, I’ll let you come.”

Thank God.

He slides his hungry eyes down my body, lingering in between my thighs. “Pleasure yourself.”

He’s teased me with his hands and mouth for the past thirty minutes, and now, he wants me to pleasure myself. It’s not what I want. Not at all. I want him—inside me.

“Can I speak yet?”

He frowns, clearly annoyed that I’ve dared to. “No,” he snaps. “Do as you’re told and pleasure yourself. Then, if you behave, I’ll give you what you really want.” His eyes drift down to his erection and then back to my face, and he lifts his eyebrows knowingly.

This is just another form of control. He’s letting me come but on his terms.

I bite back the urge to speak. The hot, burning ache between my legs is making my mind cloudy with need. I’m struggling to focus on anything other than my release … however it might arrive.

Fine.

I slide my hand between my legs and close my eyes, slipping my fingers inside me. A groan falls from my lips as I snake them higher, and my muscles tighten. And I forget where I am. This is going to take about five seconds.

I sense movement but don’t register what’s happening. I’m too focussed on pleasuring myself, and then suddenly, it’s gone. A hand grabs my wrist and roughly yanks my fingers out of me.

I open my eyes. Art’s face is inches above mine. Dark eyes, burning with hunger, stare down at me.

“Red,” he grinds out the word through gritted teeth and rests his forearms on either side of my head, lowering himself between my legs.

I blink in confusion. “What?”

“Red … fucking red. I need to be inside you. Right fucking now.”

Yes.

He kisses me deep and hard, so we both can’t breathe, and he slams into me, forcing me down the bed. His mouth glues to mine, silencing my scream as he fucks me. This is going to be the quickest sex ever. And we both need it to be. I hold on to him with trembling limbs and dig my heels into his buttocks, trying to keep my grip as he rams into me. My muscles throb around his cock as he slams into me again, and I bite down on his shoulder, making him growl.

“I’m so close,” I pant.

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