Page 63 of Buried Beneath Sin

She sputters, flustered. I give her a minute to adjust to the idea. It takes a moment, but she sets her jaw, and she does as she's told. With her hands braced behind her, her knees propped up, and her legs spread wide, I have a clear view of her pussy. A cute, trimmed landing strip of dark curls doesn't conceal her glistening sex.

“Did sucking my dick turn you on?” I ask.

Beatrix nods slowly, but she won't meet my gaze. I watch her throat convulse and her hand bunch at the sheets. The way her head is tilted up so she can stare at the ceiling to conceal her embarrassment annoys me.

“Does sitting like this for me make you uncomfortable, pet?” I taunt.

Beatrix swallows hard before she nods. Still, she keeps her eyes on the ceiling.

“Look. At. Me,” I snap. Her head drops so that our eyes meet. My annoyance vanishes as quickly as it came. “Much better. Now touch yourself.”

“Touch—”

“I didn't say you could speak. I saidtouch. Let me see how you work your body up,” I interrupt, uninterested in whatever she has to say.

Beatrix lets out a little nervous hum before reaching between her legs to slide her fingers through her slick folds. With two fingers, she teases the entrances of her pussy but doesn’t allow them to sink into her body. Instead, she redirects and uses her arousal to coat and tease her clit. I watch as some of the embarrassment begins to ebb away, taking some of the stiffness out of her body as it does. As she continues to play with herself, Beatrix’s body leaks freely with her juices. I stare at glistening arousal soaking into my sheets while my cock begs to be a part of the mess. Her breathing becomes heavy and harsh and her hips begin to follow her fingers.

“Spread yourself open for me, let me see just how wet you are,” I order.

It's a fight not to reach down to stroke myself. My dick strains toward her pussy, reaching out for dear life. But I won't indulge myself, not yet. I want this to last.

Using two fingers, Beatrix spreads herself apart for me. Her arousal drips from her pussy down her crack. I swallow a groan. My eyes skim up her body to her face. Beatrix tries to hold my gaze, but she fails miserably; her embarrassment getting the best of her once again. My hand drops unconsciously down to my dick. Fisting myself, I hum in approval.

“Look at what obedience does to you,” I muse out loud with a tight smile. I step closer to her. “Slip two fingers inside yourself, Little Viper.”

Beatrix does as she's told. Her fingers slide into her body; wet sounds follow the motion. Her hips buck and a slight tremor shakes her frame. I suck in a sharp breath through my nose as my grip around my cock tightens. Beatrix’s soft sigh of relief is just as pretty as she is.

“Fuck yourself slowly,” I order.

My pet doesn’t hesitate. Beatrix slides her fingers in and out of herself. A hard shudder rushes through her body, shaking her tits and causing her breath to stutter. As her eyelids flutter halfway down, I stroke myself in time with her fingers.

“You’re a wonder, Little Viper,” I rasp, my voice hoarse as arousal leaks heavily out of her body. “Your body aches for direction, doesn't it? You're enjoying doing what you're told.”

“Yes,” she whimpers, her fingers speeding up. I watch as her hand grows wetter. The smell of her heady musk starts to fill the room, and I drown in it.

“Do you want to get off this way, pet?”

Beatrix hesitates. After a moment, she shakes her head. “No. This isn’t about me. I want to please you.”

I grin down at her. “Then you know what to do, don't you?”

She nods as her hips tilt forward, enticing me naturally toward her. “Please, sir, I need your dick. I need you inside of me.”

“Are your fingers not enough?”

“No, I needyou.I came foryou, sir.”

Goddamn, that sir is just icing on the cake. With a pleased nod, I take a step back from the bed. “Keep touching yourself, but don't cum. I'll be right back.”

Making quick work of searching through my suitcase, I pull out zip ties and duct tape from a pocket and then a nearly empty bottle of lube. Damn, Knox is a greedy motherfucker. We go through so much lube, I swear we should invest in some stock in it. On the bed, Beatrix throws her head back and her breathing comes in short pants. She doesn't notice what I'm holding or hear me when I put it down on the nightstand.

As I move away from the items to stand before her, I ask, “You aren’t be about to cum, are you?”

“Not without you, sir,” she pants, though the strain in her voice tells me she is close.

Perfect. For what I have in store next, she'll need to be completely focused on her body.

“Why not?” I ask as I watch her edge closer and closer to an orgasm she isn't allowed to have. My hand returns to my cock to give it a tight squeeze.

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