Page 79 of Theirs to Corrupt

“Tell me what you want.”

“More.”

“You want me to bring you off?”

Embarrassed, I squeeze my eyes shut.

“Yes.”

Once more, he brushes my clit, and I pitch forward. Desperately I hold onto him.

“Ask me for it, little dove. Beg me. Use your prettiest words.”

I’m scandalized. Horrified.

And needy enough to do what he demands. “Please.”

He parts my labia.

Gulping in a breath of air, I manage, “I…”

He makes a lazy, gentle circle on my clit. It’s enough to drive me mad and not enough for anything else.

“Time is ticking.”

As if I need to be reminded that the ceremony will start momentarily.

“Shall I stop?” But he slides inside again, reminding me what I’ll be missing out on if I agree. “Little dove?”

“Keep going,” I plead.

“You know what I want to hear.”

Is the beast seriously going to make me beg?

Maddeningly he stops all his movements.

And I’m desperate enough that I may give into his terrible demand. “Please,” I whisper again.

Confounding man does nothing.

I sigh. Then because I’m throbbing with desire, and I know I’ll think of nothing else until we’re back in our suite tonight, I repeat myself. “Please. Please, Link. I want you to make me come. I’m pleading with you. I want this.”

Gently he touches me.

“I want you.”

“Oh, little dove. How dangerous you’d be if you knew your power over me.”

Focused on only me, he continues what he was doing, as if we have hours to spare.

Within seconds, though, I’m on the edge. “Link…”

“Tell me.” His voice is guttural, demanding.

“I’m about to climax.”

He leans in and moves the crotch of my panties to the side to lick me as he continues to finger-fuck me.

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