Page 25 of Taken By Him

“Tell me.”

“There’s nothing to tell,” I say from behind clenched teeth.

“Okay,” he says and the pleasure ramps up again. The vibrator goes deeper. His tongue flicks faster. Everything is ten times what it was a moment ago. I tense, letting it build, hoping it will all crash down on me before he can notice.

But I’m wrong.

“Tell me,” he says again from between my thighs.

“You already know!” I accuse him. This man doesn’t act without knowledge. He knows damn well what I was doing and why.

“I do. So just tell me,” he says with a wide grin.

I turn my gaze up to the ceiling and it all starts again. Only this time, he’s not fucking me with the vibrator. He’s using it on full power on my clit and I’m driven straight to the very end of sanity. It’s too much, everything is going to burst. I can’t do it again; I can’t be so close to heaven only to see it fade into the distance.

“My dad!” I yell. It’s all I can say. He already knows, he just needs my confirmation.

“Good girl,” he whispers.

I’m so close, so fucking close. The very first ripple of an orgasm is right there.

And everything falls away. All the pleasure, the buildup. It recedes, leaving an agitating hum behind it as it fades away.

“You said,” I whine. I hate that he makes me sound this way, but I’m desperate and needy and horribly embarrassed.

He shoves the vibrator into his back pocket, pulls my dress back down over my pussy and climbs off the bed.

“I never said you’d get to come. I said pleasure could be punishment. And it is.” He wipes the back of his hand across his mouth, where my own juices have wet his lips. Mortification will kill me in this house.

I snap my legs together, pressing them tightly.

“You, you...” Words fail me. My brain is broken.

He laughs. “Be careful. The punishment can continue.”

I sit up in the bed, pushing myself against the headboard. I want to scratch out his eyes. So easily he’d brought me to the edge. It’s not fair. It’s wrong.

My stomach aches at my actions.

“You can spend the rest of the night up here. Think about how you’ll be more honest in the future.” He winks then heads to the door. “Just to be sure you don’t go stealing what’s not yours, the door stays open tonight. One of my men will be sitting just outside to be sure you’re safe.”

“You’re a horrible man,” I say quietly. I don’t trust myself to say anything else. Tears burn my eyes, but not because I’m left unsated, but because I wanted nothing more than for him to make me come. I wanted his touch, I ached for it. I betrayed myself. And now he knows my father wanted me to find information.

I’ve betrayed him, too.

“I can be, yes,” he agrees, his hand on the handle of the door. “I don’t want to be, not with you. But that’s up to you, Kasia.”

He leaves the door open as he promised, and one of his men walks past the door and sits in a chair. I see his knee bobbing up and down from where I am.

Punished and put to bed.

Will the rest of my life be like this?

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