Page 127 of Cashmere Ruin

Then I slip my tongue inside.

April’s nails dig into my scalp. I can feel the imprints of her touch, sharp crescents of desperation, but it doesn’t deter me. If this was enough to break my resolve, I wouldn’t bepakhan.“Matvey… I need…!”

I fuck her with my tongue, hot and deep. Her pussy spasms around it, threatening to trap me inside. It makes me want to take her right now, bury myself to the hilt in the wet heat of her body, but I restrain myself.Not yet.

“Only good girls get to come,” I rasp against her flesh. “Have you been good?”

As expected, April makes a noise of protest. “I just… I d-did my job—ah!”

“Wrong.” I swap out my tongue for my fingers, then start pumping in and out of her roughly. Every time I drag close to her sweet spot, I steer clear of it, missing it on purpose.

April’s thighs shudder on either side of me. I can feel her struggling against me, trying to snap them shut and stop the onslaught. Too much pleasure—too much of me inside her. “Matvey, please…!”

“Have you been good?”

When no reply comes, I lick April’s clit again. She moans, loud and echoing in the living room, but she still won’t say the word.

Just as I expected.

No matter how many sessions with Dr. Knox she’s done, this is still her sorest spot of all: accepting praise. For herself, her work, her actions. But no matter how much I torture her with pleasure, she keeps clinging stubbornly to her idea of herself.

That she isn’t good enough.

“Alright then.” I start to pull away.

“No!” she gasps, voice overflowing with panic. Her hand tightens in my hair, tries to keep me in place with all its strength. “D-Don’t stop, just…”

Do it. Unlock your reward. Admit how good you’ve been.

“You know the rules. Say it.”

A shaky exhale. “I… I was…”

I encourage her with a long, deep lap. “Yes?”

“I was… a g-good…”

I pump my fingers in and out, this time faster, deeper. “A good what?”

“A good girl,” she breathes at last.

“Mm,” I press a kiss to the inside of her thigh, all red from grazing against my beard. “Why?”

“Because… I completed the project.”

“And how did you do?” I find her sweet spot again. This time, I don’t miss it.

“G-Good…!”

“Just good?” I start torturing it with purpose, rubbing just too lightly for her to come.

She breathes a heavy sigh, eyes squeezed hard against the overstimulation. “N-No, I…”

I add one finger. She takes it beautifully, her pussy lips parting to accept another piece of her reward. “You did great. You were amazing.”

“I… I d-did great…”

“Mhmm. Now, ask for your reward.”

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