Page 38 of Sins and Secrets

He slides my panties to the side and slips one finger inside me. He growls, “Are you going to come on my fingers?” I’m about to cry out yes, but he adds, “Without my permission?”

Oh shit. Did I miss a rule? What can I say? “Please.” I don’t think I’ve ever been this polite in my life.

The pressure in my core starts to build and he pulls his finger out. “No, please don’t.” I’ve never been so close to a big orgasm before. I’ve experienced little relaxing ones, but this time it’s on the verge of something different. “Please. Please.” He’s got me begging.

He keeps his hand cupping the outside of my center, close but not enough. I want to wrap my arms around him to force his hand to move. The pressure keeps building. His voice is low and husky. “You’re beautiful like this, begging for a little release.”

The mask presses against my skin, he’s touching it. “A lovely, black contrast to your pale skin as it turns different shades of pink.”

His palm rubs against my clit and I cry out.

“Please, Lukas, please.”

“Fuck,” he growls. ”My name on your lips…” He presses his forehead against mine. “Say my name when you come.”

His finger slides into my slick pussy. I lose all control when he inserts the second one, working me into a frenzy. The pressure builds to its final release and I might kill him if he stops.

“Lukas,” I cry as the tidal wave of pleasure hits me. His mouth claims my cries. His other arm keeps me stable and upright as I ride each rise and fall of my orgasm.

His lips break away and press against my forehead. “Such a good girl.”

I almost collapse on his chest and melt right there.

My hands loosen their grips on my arms. It’s stiff and hard to move, but I do, reaching for his chest.

He grips my wrists. “No.” His voice is dark and harsh.

My intrusive thoughts take over. He doesn’t want me to touch him. He’s not attracted to me. But I thought.. He did… Maybe?

I was wrong. Rejection sucker punches me in the face even though I try to fight it back. My knees give out and my ass hits the side of the bed.

God, is that why he suggested I wear the blindfold? Was he disgusted while I thought we both enjoyed this? Is he only doing this to atone for his brother’s sins? To take pity on poor, pathetic Waverly.

Just in case he needs an out, I whisper, “I’m sorry.” I owe him an apology. “I shouldn’t have asked you to do this.”

When he squeezes my wrist harder, I pull away, physically and emotionally.

“Talk to me, love. What’s going on in your head?”

The words are trapped like I am. I can’t even take off the blindfold to find my clothes and run away.

I have a small victory as Lukas releases my wrist and I instantly try to cover my face. I need a moment to recover from what just happened and a moment to understand what he might be feeling. I want to think he’s attracted to me. No one can give such a mind blowing orgasm and not feel anything. But my insecurities intrude and my doubt seeps in.

He lets out a low grumble and pulls both my hands away, pinning them to my lap. His voice softens. “Don’t hide from me.”

My chin starts quivering, my chest tightens, and swallowing burns. The tears start betraying me as they escape from their ducts. I feel warmth on my jaw as he tilts it up, and the soft pads of his thumbs erase the trails my tears leave.

“Please, tell me what’s happened. You were doing so well. What changed?” He sounds confused, even hurt a little. He was nice to me and now I’m making it worse.

“I’m sorry.” I try to pull away, to curl into myself, but one of his hands pins my hands on my lap and the other holds my chin. I can’t. He’s keeping my body too open.

We speak at the same time.

“What’s going on?”

“You don’t want me to touch you,” I say, and he pulls away completely.

Finally, I can bring my knees to my chest. My breathing becomes ragged as the words fall out. “Are you not attracted to me? Are you only doing this because you feel bad for me?” I shake my head. It’s the most obvious answer. “He cheated on me because I wasn’t enough and now…”

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