Page 54 of Rushed

Julia

I was over the moon that Lincoln had taken Mick in such a short time. I don’t think I could have watched him getting hurt.

I have to admit it was erotic, seeing him sweating, beating the shit out of that punk ass spoiled brat. All I wanted to do was ride his cock until he screamed my name. And wow, did he ever. I locked Max out of the locker room and did just as I’d fantasized about. I’m sure if the fans weren’t so loud, as they traipsed out like a herd of rhinos, they would have heard us too.

“Keenan,” he drawls out on a growl.

“Yes?”

The tape around his hands is winding down to nothing. “Who’s the boss?”

“I am.”

“I don’t think so. Who’s the boss, Keenan?” I know who it is, but I love to taunt him, so I don’t answer.

“Strip, Kitten.”

“No. You’ll have to fight your way to your reward, Rush.” Saying the name he’s advised me not use outside of our rough games elicits a growl from him. I look forward to the pain from that slipup.

“Rush isn’t here, Kitten.” Advancing on me fast, I stand completely still, feeling the wetness pooling in between my legs.

Standing above me, his heated breath is rushing out in short, harsh breaths. He wants me to defy him; I know he does. As he peels the remainder of the tape from his hands, he bends down to the bench that’s in front of me. Picking up the fresh roll of glove tape, he rips it off into a long length of white.

I don’t move because I know better. If I want something divine, I need to be patient.

“Kitten, ya asked fer it. Remember that.” I smirk because I know I did, and I’ll beg if need be. He pulls the tape and zips it around my left wrist, then he places my right wrist in the white sticky tape. He hoists me up to stand on the bench and I look down, captured by his searing gaze.

He walks over and straps the tape around the water pipe in the open ceiling area, then jumps down to inspect his handiwork. I’m trussed up, just like does with me on the cross. I’m so worked up. As soon as Linc touches me, I think I may explode.

“I’ve been thinking about this dress all night,” he says. “Ya know, I saw ya on the screen as I walked down the corridor. I saw ya as I passed into the Maddie, and I had a hard time keeping my cock contained. I wanted out of that ring so I could feck ya long, hard, and all night long, Keenan.”

He still hasn’t touched me, and I’m kind of pissed off. I want him to, but I know there’s no rushing him.

“Yer in trouble, little girl. Do ya know why?”

“Nope.” I pop the p, quipping off sarcastically.

“Because I wanted to get ya home, to feck ya good and proper. But now, I’ll have to tease ya, taunt ya, and work ya up until yer screamin’ to come. Because, my love, ya’re not the boss.”

“Please, Lincoln, I’m so fucking wet. I’ll squirm out of the tape so I can touch myself if you won’t.”

Lincoln moves to stand behind me. I can’t see him, but I can feel him pull on the short zipper at the back of the dress. My arms are held up, so he won’t be able to pull the dress off from above, so ticking down the zipper will accomplish nothing more than me being worked up further.

Placing his hands on my thighs, he runs them up then down along the edges, lifting the sides of the dress higher and higher each time—touching nothing—but lighting me up exponentially with each stroke. I’m perfectly tortured by his languid movements.

I can’t hold off like he can. I want to be good and fucked, and he wants to torture, tantalize, and build the pressure in my core until I can learn to hold off my release. I never win this battle of wills.

Finally, he delves his fingers into my wet center, lazily stroking the soft overheated skin that begs for his touch. “Yer feckin’ wet, Kitten.”

“Yes, sir, I am. What do you intend to do about it?” Without warning, he thrusts two fingers in, stretching me, pushing me to accept the pressure and pleasure that comes with it. I love it. I moan quite loudly as he pushes in. I rock my body in time to his thrusting.

“I want ya to come when I say, do ya understand, Kitten. Not before. Only when I say.” He pulls out his moistened fingers and teases them along my asshole, pushing lightly against my tight hole. “Tell me ya understand.”

“Oh, I understand,” I say breathlessly.

“Say ya’ll hold off. If ya don’t, I’ll make ya wait until I’m showered, dressed, and ready to go home. I’ll leave ya hangin’ here, needy, and with the wettest feckin’ pussy I’ve ever seen.” He nips my ass hard with his teeth, and dips his finger into my ass, stroking me towards my orgasm.

“Yes,” I yell out. “Yes.”

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