Page 9 of Sinfully His

I bit my lip hard enough to taste blood in my mouth, trying not to make a sound. More tears burned in the backs of my eyes,but I didn’t look away. Even with the pain radiating from my thigh, his eyes held mine captive.

At least the pain redirected some, but not all, of the things I was feeling.

“I’m sorry. The only thing in the first aid kit that would have cleaned this wound was the alcohol. I would have much rather used something gentler, but unfortunately, this is what I have at the moment.”

“It’s okay,” I managed, still holding myself together as he poured more on the open wound.

“You are doing so good for me,” he praised, and suddenly I could take the pain. What was a little pain compared to the rush of pride I felt when he gave me that look and told me I was good?

He got to his feet, hovering over me, then cupped my chin with one hand and tilted my neck back so I was forced to look into his eyes again.

“Take a deep breath for me, angel.”

I did as he commanded without a single moment of hesitation. As I filled my lungs, he pressed some gauze against my thigh. The pain was so intense my vision whited out, and my breath left me in a whoosh. But I didn’t make a sound.

A silent yell of pain passed through my lips, but I refused to let it win. I refused to voice it, and when it passed, the pain still throbbed in my thigh. I closed my eyes and gritted my teeth.

“Good girl,” the stranger purred. “You were so good for me. Do you want your reward?” he asked.

I knew I should ask him to take me home or even call my family and have someone send a car to wherever we were to get me. I should be demanding some kind of sweatpants or something to cover my legs, and a phone.

Amelia would have made demands.

I just sat there, mesmerized by the dark eyes with flecks of fire, and nodded like some obedient fool.

His hand moved down my jaw to my throat and he wrapped his fingers around it.

He wasn’t hurting me. It didn’t feel violent; it felt possessive.

Somehow, I knew he would not choke me; he was reminding me to behave.

Having already secured the gauze after blotting my leg dry, his other hand moved higher up my thigh. I tried to slam my legs closed as a reflex, but he was still standing between my knees.

He clicked his tongue, and his fingers tightened around my throat. Still, it wasn’t hurting me or even restricting my breath. It was a warning.

“Be good, little angel, and I’ll make you feel good,” he whispered, and a little whimper left my lips.

The heat seemed to go from his palm against my neck into my skin, and it traveled straight to my core while his fingers brushed over my panties, sending little shocks of electricity through me. No one had ever touched me there. No one had dared get too close to me.

“Maybe you’re not my good little angel,” he said with a low, dark laugh. “I can feel your thighs trembling around my hips, your pulse racing under my fingers, and your pussy has already soaked through your pretty, plain panties. Your cunt must be so wet for me.”

I said nothing. What was there to say? There was no way I could hide anything from him, not like this. He could feel my desire. I was sure he could also see down the shirt he had lent me, and the way my nipples were hard for him. He knew I ached for him to do so much more.

That didn’t mean I could say it.

“No, I don’t think you are my good angel. You are my bad girl, who would benefit far more from a punishment than a reward. After all, you got yourself in so much trouble. You should have known better. Now, you interrupt my day, and I have to take thetime to tend to your wounds. Does that sound like a good or bad girl to you?”

When I didn’t answer, his fingers tightened around my throat, and he leaned in.

“Answer me,” he growled. I gasped as his breath against my ear seemed to light up every nerve I had. My entire body was buzzing.

“I want to be good,” I said.

“Maybe, but I promised you a reward.” He straightened, his fingers slipping under my panties, and he pressed my clit with his thumb. My body bucked under him. “One thing you should know about me, angel. I always keep my promises.”

His thumb started tracing little circles around my clit, and a finger slid deep inside me. “Stay still,” he demanded. I couldn’t help the gasp that left my lips.

“Has anyone ever touched you like this before?” he asked.

---