Page 70 of Twisted Little Thing

"So?" he presses. "Tell me. What will I find?"

I gulp and subtly shake my head. "I... don't know."

"You don't know?" he gasps with indignation and adds another slap to the inside of my thigh. The other leg this time.

"I think you do," he says. "Are you wet for me?"

I am pretty sure I am. But it's too embarrassing for me to admit. Too humiliating.

"Answer me!" he yells.

And again, he slaps the inside of my thighs. Twice, one on each side. And harder than before. I flinch and let out a little shriek, careful not to move my hands too much.

"Yes!" I finally bring forth.

"Yes what?" he presses.

For God's sake.

"Yes, I am wet for you," I utter. "I think..."

He smirks. "You think, huh."

His hand is on the inside of my thigh again, but not to slap it this time. He slowly moves it upward, caressing my sensitive skin. I shiver and moan as he gets closer to my entrance.

"Should I check?" he asks, stopping just before he reaches my folds.

Yes, goddammit!

"Yes," I whimper. "Please!"

"Good girl," he comments. "I like you desperate like this. You're lucky that this one is all about you – otherwise I would make you wait longer."

And with that, his hand finally moves where I want it to be. Where I crave it to be. I arch my back and moan as he finally touches my wetness. It is embarrassing, but I can literally hear how aroused I am. The slick sound that his fingers cause when he carefully spreads my folds is too revealing.

My body's reaction even amazes him.

"Wow, Nicky," he whispers. "Look at that. Look how excited you are for me."

My body writhes under his touch as he starts circling his fingers around the most sensitive spot of my entire body. He is careful and gentle. Almost too gentle for my taste.

"Fuck me," I hear myself beg.

"Is that what you want?" he asks.

"Yes, Sir!" I insist.

"We'll see," he replies and leans forward, placing himself on his stomach so that he can reach my center with his lips.

"I need to get a taste of you first," he whispers.

I can feel his breath on my trembling entrance as he lowers himself closer. Another moan escapes my lips when his tongue finally touches me. He doesn't waste any time and circles it around my clit, quickly – way too quickly – bringing me closer to a climax that I do not yet want.

It gets harder and harder to control myself. My legs are trembling and shaking and I feel the strong urge to lower my arms. I want to touch him so badly, but I am not allowed. The desire is almost painful.

But not as painful as his next move. I am dizzy and drunk with lust when his hand lands on my skin with a strong, unyielding slap across my right breast.

I yelp in pain and instinctively bend my elbows, thus lowering my hands above my chest to protect myself.

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