Page 33 of Burn for Me

I wanted it.

And I hated him for it.

My moan made him pause, and my ragged breaths were the only noise in the room.

GOOD GIRL

I sobbed as his praise sent conflicting feelings deep into me. The need to hear him say it, knowing he couldn’t, and hatred for talking to me like I was some toy.

His toy.

A shudder darted through me at the delicious wrongness of the thought.

Then my world focused on nothing but one spot as his fingers slid between my legs.

Bliss pulled me into its heady grasp, his fingers finding no resistance with the mess he’d conjured between my thighs.

SO WET he traced against my clit, making me whimper and squirm.

You don’t want this.

I screamed the words in my own head, trying to shut out the exquisite touches.

When his fingers stilled, I moved my hips to feel them graze against me, swallowing down the embarrassment of the action.

It’s just physiological. It doesn’t mean anything.

But fuck it felt good.

The slow strokes as I rocked my hips, sending his fingers sliding against my slickness, made my entire body quiver. My muscles tightened inside me, coiling as if ready to explode and I rode the wave, forgetting to feel shame and chasing a moment's relief from my captivity.

Closing my eyes, I imagined I was somewhere else, with someone else. Imagined it was with a man who adored me. Let myself drift far from the cottage and Phoenix’s hands.

So close.

My thighs trembled and I took a gulping breath, ready to tumble into release.

He removed his hand. My hips gyrated against nothing but air and I let out a terrible growl before bursting into frustrated tears.

I’d let him make me want it. And was left with nothing but shame.

He held me fast to the table with his hand in my hair as I cried, leaning over me and using his other finger against my tear stained cheek.

NOT UNTIL YOU BEG

Rage filled me. Rage and desperation. Because I almost begged him right there and then. I wanted to drop to my knees and plead for him to touch me more, and the thought made me want to punch him.

‘I’ll never beg,’ I said through gritted teeth.

WE WILL SEE

Phoenix held me there until the wave of need had passed, leaving me with a sore ass and a bruised ego. Then he stood, adjusted himself, and left.

I’d kill the fucker. Sob story or not.

A little voice in the back of my mind countered with:But then you can’t have his cock.

Never had I known I could be so furious with myself.

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