Page 49 of Lost Petal

Chapter 28

Petal

“Please.”

I breathe the word in such anguish that it comes out as barely more than a weak whisper.

Of course, it makes him smile. He approaches me with leisurely steps, his arms crossed in front of his chest, the black shirt stretching across his defined muscles while he tilts his head to the side.

“Please what?” he wants to know, coming to a halt right next to the bed.

“Please release me.”

“Release you?” he repeats, arching his eyebrows as he casts me an unimpressed smirk. “From what?”

I blush as he places his hand on my thigh, adding a gentle squeeze that sends fiery sparks through my core. His hand is so warm, so strangely familiar. I mewl when he moves it, turning inward as he slowly caresses the soft flesh on my upper thigh, traveling dangerously close to my center.

I thought I had calmed down. I thought that little excursion into the deepest corner of my mind had killed the agonizing arousal that pulsated through my body with impatient greed. He was gone for so long, leaving me with nothing but my dark mind to flee to. But now he’s back. And just like that, with a simple look, a quiet touch, his presence dominating the atmosphere around me—I’m back to that vertigo filled with desire.

My lower lip is trembling as his hand journeys further, the tips of his fingers already gracing my soft folds.

“You didn’t ask me to untie you,” he points out. “But to release you.”

I can’t suppress a tormented moan when he parts my lips.

“That’s interesting.” The smile on his face widens when he lets a finger glide inside me so easily that it sends another wave of heat to my cheeks.

“Please let me...”

“Come?” he finishes the plea for me.

I’m not even sure if that’s the word I was missing. My eyes narrow as I look up at him, treacherous heat radiating from my body while he continues to finger me. It feels so good, so right, promising the release I crave so badly. I don’t want to let him know just how good it feels, but I can’t help it. My pulse accelerates and my breathing hikes when he goes on to massage my most sensitive spot.

“Poor little Petal,” he whispers. “So desperate to come. That’s what you really want, isn’t it? You don’t care about the ropes on your limbs, or the clamps on your sore tits. You just want to come on my hand, like you did downstairs.”

“That’s not true,” I object. Yet I groan when he intensifies his massage on my clit.

Fuck. Why does it have to feel so good? Why does he have to be so good at this?

“Don’t lie to me, Petal,” he warns. “Your body betrays you.”

I press my lips together, my eyes latching onto his dark hazel gaze while he continues his magic between my legs.

“Why so stubborn, Petal?”

Because I don’t want you to win. I don’t want you to be right. I don’t want to say the things you want me to say.

I don’t dare to give voice to any of the things that pop up inside my head. He’s right, and he knows it. Why does he even need me to say anything when it’s this obvious already? Why does he enjoy torturing me this much?

For a few moments, it appears as if he doesn’t need an answer from me. He continues his skillful massage, drawing circles around my nub, teasing me, evoking moans and spasms that rock my entire body while he spreads me with, not one, but two fingers. Every time he caresses my clit, I feel another explosion of bliss unsettling my core, each blast bringing me closer to the climax I’ve been denied.

And then he stops. A shocked gasp escapes me when he withdraws his hand, letting it rest on the inner side of my thigh while he catches my indignant look.

“Say it,” he urges me. “Tell me what you want.”

I’m so dizzy with lust that it almost makes me sick, wishing for nothing more than to finally be released from this overwhelming tension.

Fuck it. If this is what it takes to save myself, so be it.

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