Page 37 of Forbidden Desires

I wasn’t a shy person, but being exposed before him like this sent an electric heat through me, made the tips of my breasts furl into tight, hard points. I wore nothing, and he had yet to touch his clothes. To even give a hint that he was going to remove them at all.

Grabbing my thighs, he yanked my ass to the edge of the mattress, forcing my legs wider apart against his hips, until my pussy pressed against the fly of his slacks, forcing me to feel the hardness of his cock beneath layers of clothing. My insides clenched with the thought of him thrusting into me like this, with his hand on my throat, the force of it weighing me down as he ravaged my pussy.

Instead, he stared down at me. His head, tilted in contemplation. Was he as affected as I was? Did his body burn like mine did? I desperately wanted to know. Wanted to see a crack in that cool, composed façade of his.

“Eric…” I breathed.

Aching, pulsing, needing to be filled, I reached toward the thin leather belt around his waist. I barely touched the buckle before Eric snatched my hand. He gathered both of my wrists, yanked my arms above my head, and pinned them to the bed with one of his hands while he loomed over me.

“You touch when I tell you, you can.”

Before I could say anything—protest, beg him to let me touch him because I desperately needed to feel him under me too—he sank the two fingers of his free hand inside of me. I gasped, writhing against Eric’s hand as he stroked the pads of his fingers against a swollen, sensitive mass of nerves just inside me.

He held me pinned there. One hand gathered my wrists above my head, and the other wreaking havoc inside me. Strumming that bundle of nerves. Driving me wild. I couldn’t think straight, only beg in my mind and with the babble that spilled from my lips that he wouldn’t stop. That he would do more. That he would let me do more—

“That’s it,” he cooed at me, a rich satisfaction in his tone. “It’s intense, isn’t it? I can see it on your face. Don’t worry. I’ll take care of you, Jasmine—at my pace. When I’m ready, not when you demand it. I think it’s a lesson you’ll learn and learn well by the time I’m done with you.”

Nothing could prepare me for how Eric went at me and it was just his goddamn fingers. They reached deep where no one, not even my own self who knew my body in every way, had ever done. The sensation he created was a deep, constant onslaught of pleasure that made my legs quiver. He had me laid out, thighs spread wide, back bowed as I panted and writhed, while he found new ways to drive me wild.

I was a mess. Slick between the thighs and sweaty. It was filthy in the best of ways, and he kept driving me closer to orgasm, so goddamn close. The precipice wasright there—

And then he fucking stopped and pulled his fingers out of me. I made a soft, mewling sound of protest, anguished that he’d leave me hanging like that.

“Do you want to come, Jasmine?” His voice was smooth like silk, and edged with too much satisfaction.

My answer was a soft whine, and I didn’t even care.

He chuckled, the sound more than a little wicked, as if my desperate need was amusing to him. “Use your words, Jasmine. You were so good at saying what you wanted earlier.”

He still held my wrists to the bed, still had my thighs spread with him standing in between, and I gasped when I felt the head of his cock brush along my slick, sensitive flesh. He was still completely clothed, but had unfastened his pants and now he teased at my entrance, fooling me into thinking he’d push inside me if I raised my hips up against him.

He laughed darkly, forcing my hips back down with the insistent grip of his free hand. Back and forth, he slid his cock between my swollen pussy lips, a deliberate torture when I wanted that hard, thick shaft filling me up.

“I said, use your words, Jasmine,” he said, more firmly this time. “Don’t make me say it a third time.”

How the fuck was I supposed to use my words? I could barely use my thoughts to string words together internally, now he wanted me to make my throat and mouth work in unison? Couldn’t he see what I wanted, plain as day? That what I needed was release?

Of course he could. Just looking at his face, that controlled, yet lustful look in his eyes, told me all I needed to know about what was going on in Eric’s mind. He was fine with me like this, laid out beneath him as his plaything. Completely content to wait as long as it took for me to do what he demanded, keeping me in a state of overwhelming need until I complied.

My entire body trembled. “P-Please, Eric.Please.I want to come for you.”

“Good girl.” A devious smile tipped the corners of his mouth as he slowly drew the head of his cock along my clit once more. “You’ll get it—but only when I’m ready for you to have it.”

Only whenhewas ready—even when I was ready now. Even though I whimpered and begged for it. But that didn’t matter when he finally released my wrists then gripped my hips in his hands, holding them steady as he thrust between my legs, anointing the length of his shaft along my drenched slit but not pushing inside.

“You feel so good, Jasmine,” he rasped as he stared down at where he was sliding through the mess between my legs. “So fucking hot and wet for me. You’re soaking your own sheets, all because you want me to let you come. All that hellcat and fire from earlier, and it’s all out the window. Do I need to put my foot down with you more often, Jasmine? Do I need to teach you, hands on, my expectations? Answer me.”

“I…I—” I cried out as the unexpected slap of his cockhead against my clit sent a jolt of pleasure through me—but not enough to ease the ache there.

“I wanted to talk,” I managed to choke out.

He raised a brow. “Hmm, I’m sure you did, arriving at my venue the way you did.”

Still dressed, he lowered his upper body over mine. He ground his hips against mine, a deep, guttural groan rumbling in his chest as he buried his face in my neck. “You’ll learn your lesson though, won’t you?” he asked, with another harder grind of his cock along my pussy that left me in despair when I didn’t answer him immediately.

“Fuck! Yes.Yes,” I yelled. “I promise I’ll be good next time.” Anything just to have him drive inside me and give me the release I craved so badly.

“Good girl,” he murmured, and sank his teeth into my neck as I clawed at the back of his jacket, wishing it was bare skin instead.

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