Page 53 of Butcher

I grinned at her, putting my knife away. When I turned my head, I saw the bobcat batting at the vibrator. I gently pushed her away. “That’s not for you,” I told her. I glanced over at Isla with a smug smile. “It’s for another cat.”

She rolled her eyes, completely unamused with me.

That was fine. We’d see how long she could hang on to her grumpy mood while she sat in my room, tied to my chair, with my sole attention fixed on her.

Squatting down, I reached out and slid my fingers between her legs. She was already soaked and my dick jerked inside my jeans. Her grumpiness was an act; she was loving this. I couldn’t wait to feel her pussy grip me. “Are you wet because of what I’m going to do to you or because of the pain I’m going to bring to the fuckers who are coming after you?” We had been talking about cutting up our enemies after all.

Her lips pressed together as she glared at me. She was playing hard to get, but she’d submitted to this willingly. She knew all it would take was a word and I’d untie her. She was in control of her freedom. I’d be in control of a different kind of release.

Leaning forward, I kissed her knee, then slowly trailed my lips up her inner thigh, stopping just before her pussy. I moved over and gave her other leg the same treatment, not giving in to what she wanted.

“Asshole,” she growled.

“Something you want?” I asked, letting the vibrator trail up her inner thigh.

“Not going to work,” she told me. “I don’t play these kinds of games.”

“Sure you do,” I told her, leaning down and kissing the top of her mound. “We all play these kinds of games. If you want something, maybe you should tell me what.”

“Don’t you ever just fuck a girl?” she snapped.

“You’re not just a girl.”

She rolled her eyes at that.

“You’re not having fun?” I asked, reaching up and using my finger and thumb to squeeze her nipple. “Might have to do something about that. Wouldn’t want you to be bored.”

Her breathing was labored, though she was doing her best not to make a sound as I teased her. I was driving her nuts and we both knew it.

“Maybe I should move this along a little faster then. Since you’re bored.” I clicked the vibrator and the speed ramped up a notch. I glared over at the bed when I caught movement out of the corner of my eye. “You attack me while I’m fucking her and I’m going to skin you,” I threatened Murder. Her eyes were almost as dilated as Isla’s as she watched what was happening with a predatory look on her face. The creature wanted to play, but so did I. And my needs were going to come first. “Go lay down.”

“She’s not a dog,” Isla informed me, then clamped her lips shut when I set the vibrator down on her clit.

She had her legs spread wide. If I was worried she didn’t want this, that would have been what I’d call a very big clue that she did. She was giving me full access.

Slipping two fingers inside her, I groaned at the warmth. Her body clenched around my fingers and I nearly lost my shit. It was a test of my limited control to keep the vibrator on her clit while I fucked her with my fingers. I wanted her to break first. She was going to beg. She was going to scream. I’d make sure of it.

Leaning forward, I sucked her nipple into my mouth, teasing the hard peak with my teeth and tongue. Her gasp was like music to my fucking ears and I was cursing myself for not having at least unzipped my fucking pants before starting this. Now I had a painfully hard dick with a zipper digging in and full hands. I put one knee down on the floor to ease some of the strain of my cock behind my jeans.

Her hips moved as I continued to circle the vibrator over her clit and thrust my fingers inside her. Her moans were getting louder.

“No,” she cried when I removed my hand and pulled the vibrator away.

I paused, grinning at her. “No, what?”

“You’re a bastard,” she panted.

“That’s actually true,” I told her. I’d never known my father. He certainly never bothered to marry my mother before he knocked her up then skipped town.

“What,” she asked, breathless. “You-” A groan cut off her question as I set the vibrator back on that pretty pussy, sliding it all around before settling it on her clit once more. “I can’t.” She shook her head, her blonde hair shimmering like gold in the light.

“Can’t what?” I asked. “Tell me what you want? Come? Trust me,” I said, answering the second half before she had the chance to catch her breath, “you can come. When I say you can.”

She moaned again, her hips lifting in the chair, chasing the vibrator as I pulled it away again. She glared at me. “Stop messing with me.”

“Why? It’s fun.” I kissed her until my lungs threatened to riot, then pulled away.

“Butcher,” she groaned.

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