Page 51 of Hunt for You

And then I began to massage all three, thumb on her taut skin, thickest finger inside her, curling it to beckon her orgasm as best I could, and forefinger sliding onto her clit, then down, over and down…

Her entire body twitched and she gasped. Her fingers clawed into the dirt. But she did as she was told and didn’t try to move—though her back arched and her breathing came in short, sharp gasps.

God, she was beautiful, mouth open and eyes screwed tightly shut as she tried to press into my touch, but without any real space to move.

Her lips kept making silent words as she stopped herself speaking because I’d told her to—and that just made me want her more.

“I know what you need, Bridget… what you want,” I rasped, picking up the pace of my strokes as she tightened around my finger. I couldn’t resist rolling my hips and rubbing myself against her, though the harsh catch of fabric on my aching cock was as uncomfortable as it was tempting. “But you have to trust me to choose when you get it,” I hissed through gritted teeth as she began to writhe under me, exhaling every time I drew my fingers out and down and sucking in and holding every time I pressed in more.

She was whimpering again, biting down on her lower lip, her breath tearing in and out of her nose in time with my stroking, and I was beginning to shake, achingly hard, desperate, the only thing stopping me taking her right then was knowing that it was far too soon.

Then I felt her body tense and her breath stopped.

“Yessssss, Bridget,” I hissed. “Come for me, beautiful.”

Her head jerked back and she cried my name as I stroked and slid and pressed and almost came myself out of the sheer thrill of seeing her cheeks flush and her body shaking in my thrall.

God she was beautiful. So fucking beautiful.

Then she sucked in a huge breath and her hips bucked as she tried to escape my touch because she was too sensitive now.

With a groan, I stroked her once more, almost laughing when her body jolted, almost weeping because I wanted her so badly, then made myself slowly draw my hand away.

She was breathing hard, blinking, her eyes glazed, as I leaned down, almost forgetting the mask, almost dropping a kiss to the soft, vulnerable skin on her neck.

“You’re mine now,” I rasped in her ear. “I will choose what you get, and when. And I’ll choose what you need in between. Are we agreed?”

She nodded quickly, her shoulders shifting up and down with her panting breaths.

“Good girl.”

She shivered and I smiled.

“Now… you’re going to lay here and recover. You’re going to countslowlyto fifty before you so much as raise your head. And I’m going to know if you defy me—do you believe me?”

She nodded again.

“Good. Then you just rest. And I will see you again—I will touch you again—when the time is right. But until then… dream of me.”

She bit her lip as I shoved off of her and ran—uncomfortably because of my erection—but quickly and efficiently, taking a winding route through the treesas silently as I could, then slowing to a walk before I reached the trail.

I was forced to stand against a tree for half a minute, breathing and focusing, until my body softened. Then, when I was sure there was no one nearby, I flipped the mask back and shoved it under my hoodie, stepped out onto the trail with my chin low and hood over my eyes, then walked as quickly and directly to my car as I could, paying attention to no one, and praying none of them paid attention to me.

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~ BRIDGET ~

My heart was still thundering in my ears when I got home, my body still humming from that incredible orgasm. But I also felt hollow inside and itchy on the outside.

I wanted more.

I wanted moreCain.

It was like being in love. I was giddy. And nervous. And excited.

And terrified and insecure.

And thrilled.

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