Page 10 of Whispers in the Dark

“Yesss,” I hissed with pleasure.

He worked those fingers in and out, scissoring them to touch my inner walls. He added a fourth and I had to clamp my lips shut to keep from moaning. I was quickly learning that working for Adrian Benedict was going to test my ability to remain silent.

“You’ve missed me,” he said, matter-of-factly.

“Yes, Sir,” I managed to choke out.

“You’ve missed my dick in this sweet pussy,” he said.

“Yes, Sir,” I whispered. “It aches. I ache for you.”

“Is that what you were dreaming about last night?” He asked.

Back to this again? Why did it matter so much what I had been dreaming about?

I hadn’t been lying when I said I didn’t remember what my dream had been. I didn’t usually remember what the content ofmy dreams was. I decided the best course of action would be to compromise on my answer.

“I truly don’t remember my dream from last night, but… I… do have dreams that I remember… and they are of you,” I said, proud of myself for forming a complete sentence. “Sometimes we are at Lotus. Sometimes we are in the office. Sometimes we are… oh god!” I broke off on a high-pitched whisper when he began to make the ‘come here’ motion with his fingers right behind my pubic bone.

I was shaking violently with the need to come, but he hadn’t given me permission to do so. After several more seconds of the sensual torture, he backed off, removing his fingers entirely and leaving me panting with need. The bastard was edging me.

“Sometimes we are what?” He said, kneeling between my legs this time. Oh god. I gripped the arms of the chair, curling my fingers into the leather, watching his dark head while he kissed his way up the inside of my right thigh. I felt the scruff of his beard against my skin and knew I would feel it against my very sensitive clit shortly. Adrian Benedict was playing hardball today.

When he reached the top of my leg, he bit me before looking up, his gorgeous eyes holding mine. “Sometimes we are what, Karma? Don’t make me ask again.”

“Wha? Oh. Sometimes we are just… out. Together. Nowhere specific. Just walking, talking, at the park with Lug Nut.”

An odd look came into his eyes, but then it was gone. He turned his attention to the other thigh and moved his hands to my breasts, quickly working me back into a frenzy.

It was easy to understand why my sister had fallen for Adrian. I was finding it difficult not to do the same myself.

I heard the glass rattle again and watched while he popped several ice cubes into his mouth. My eyes widened while heworked them around from side to side, grinning evilly while he did so.

Lowering his head between my legs once more, he took my clit in his mouth and I clamped my hands over mine to stifle my scream of pleasure.

7.Adrian

The thought did occur to me that I was breaking some of my own put into place rules, but the truth was that I had been doing that since I had met Brynn. From getting with a known innocent in this sordid world, to everything else. I had never done these things with another, or even had the desire to. Somehow, she was under my skin, and it made mine crawl. This woman was going to be my downfall. I knew it, yet instead of pushing her away for good, I had a mouthful of ice, and her clit on my tongue.

I continued to freeze her clit before releasing the now frozen nub from my lips. Working my mouth lower, I used my tongue to push the first ice cube into her pussy. The others soon followed, and I finally pulled back.

Brynn was dripping in more ways than one, and I smirked at the dazed look on her face. I wanted to make her come, right here and right now. I brought two fingers between her slit, slowly dragging them from her clit to her ass, before thrusting them inside of her.

“Sir, I need to come,” she told me, and I continued to grin.

“I know what you need, Br... Karma,” I said, having to correct myself.

Even if I had lost most of what was in my head, I certainly didn’t need to lose the rest of my mind, too. This was simply sex between a submissive and her Dominant, and nothing more. Only, I knew everything about her was more. I had never revealed my true identity to any woman I’d fucked, but I had messed up and done it with her. But, I hadn’t messed up. This was no error or slip of the tongue. I had actually sought her out, then manipulated some of the circumstances. Even after doing all that, I knew I would need to fuck her in my office.

Today, I would. Adding a third finger, I watched as she lifted her lower body off of the chair. She was so fucking hot as she chased the orgasm I could give her or withhold at my very whim. Brynn was so damned beautiful when hovering on the edge. And that was a place I intended to keep her for a while longer. There were no more meetings for an hour, and I would use every minute of that time to drive her as fucking batshit crazy as she made me.

“You don’t have permission to come,” I warned her as she gripped the chair arm so tightly with her hands that her fingers were turning white.

“I need to,” she told me, the pain in her voice now evident.

I rose back to my feet, but added a fourth finger inside of her as I leaned in close to her ear. “I want you to ache for me, Karma. I don’t think you’re hurting enough.”

“B-but I am,” she tried to tell me, then dropped her head back as I reached the one spot guaranteed to push Brynn to her limit.

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