Page 53 of Dmitri

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, King.”

“That’s my good girl.” He clicks on the vibrating wand and a wicked smile ghosts his face just before he presses the head of it against my pussy. The vibration is strong. So strong. My eyes flutter and he snaps his fingers. “Ah, ah, ah, eyes on me. No closing them.”

I don’t think I’m going to win this game.

But I’m gonna try.

My orgasm builds immediately. I’m not sure if it’s from the toy or D’s gaze, because both are intense, but I already feel my brain sliding into survival mode. The vibration makes me so sensitive, it’s brutal. I stare at Dmitri while my body coils until I can’t see beyond this dark tunnel encompassing my vision.

My body instinctively builds more invisible survival layers to protect me.

He shifts the vibrator.

I hold my breath.

It’s not going to work. I’m not going to come like this. The toy can’t make a diff—

Dmitri pulls the vibrator off me, and I gasp, not realizing how close I was to actually orgasming until he took it away. My body suddenly feels like a live wire, desperate for contact so itcan go crazy.

“Keep those beautiful ocean eyes locked on me, Firefly.”

He presses the head of the toy against me again. My body spasms at the initial contact, intense sensations wreaking havoc on me instantly, and my eyes flutter.

He lifts it off me again.

Desperation makes me scream. “God damnit, King!”

“You lost. Again. So, we’re going to start over.Again.” He cocks his brow and presses the toy on me a third time.

My clit is going to die.

I yank against my restraints like a spitting mad animal. But I don’t break eye contact with him again. I refuse. I’ll fucking win this game even if it kills me.

“That’s my good girl,” he growls. “You’re doing so well for me.”

I’m getting dizzy.

“Keep going, Firefly. Fuuuuck, that’s it. Keep your eyes on me. Don’t close them. Ride it. Ride. It.”

My hips undulate against the toy and my entire body grows tingly. Gaze deadlocked on his, I hang on like it’s a fight for life or death. “Please,” I beg with a cracked voice, except I don’t even know what I’m asking for. “Please.”

My orgasm hits me like a lightning strike, sending jolts of pleasure coursing through my body. Eyes wide, I don’t stop staring at Dmitri as I come harder than I ever have in my life. Every molecule I own blows apart. I’m nothing more than atoms floating in the air. My heels dig into the mattress, and I lift my hips, desperate to keep my climax going. I need more. I need…

“Please!” I scream at him, and then squeeze my eyes shut because I cannot stand the look on his face right now. I can’t pinpoint what I think I see. Awe? Fury? Passion? Anger? Lust? In my experience, those emotions on a man’s face have not boded well for me.

And I’m restrained.

Panic slices my arousal to ribbons. “Crocodile.”

The instant I use my safe word, it’s like the black tunnel I’m running down blows to smithereens and the bedroom comes back in technicolor. Unfortunately, so does Dmitri.

My blood swishes in my ears. My body is all tingly. My mouth is dry. My clit feels numb and my pussy aches.

Dmitri swiftly unties my wrists. “Talk to me,” he says. “What’s going on in your head?”

I’m not telling him shit. He doesn’t get to know that part of me. This was only supposed to be a game, not a fucking exorcism of my demons.

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