Page 98 of Destined To Fall

My only response is to pull his finger in my mouth and suck—hard. He groans and mutters a curse under his breath before pulling the finger out, my teeth grazing the pad as he does.

“Put your hands on your damn thighs, Vivienne.”

I smile at his husky tone, almost a growl, but do as I’m told, placing my palms flat on my bare thighs.

He clears his throat, and presumably his resolve, before continuing.

“Trail only the pads of your fingertips up to your waist, slowly. And then back down.”

Somehow, I do it wrong. The gruff dissatisfaction in his voice is evident when he tells me to do it again.

“I want you to take twice as long and only graze the skin.”

I sigh and drag out the movement, the tips of my fingers barely discernable against the skin on my thighs, and I wouldn’t have noticed them if my nerve endings weren’t already fried.

“Good…now close your eyes and do it again. Do it again until youfeelit.”

Ifeelridiculous, but I close my lids behind the blindfold. How he knew they were open on the other side of the scarf is beyond me, but I don’t bother arguing. It’s not like I could see anything.

Yet when I do as instructed this time, I can’t help but pay attention.

I feel it. All of it.

The minuscule tingles my fingers leave behind, the heat of Jeremy’s gaze as he follows their movement. My head tips back to rest on the chair as my focus shifts to Jeremy’s breathing, the soft sound magnified by my blindness. It brings a whole new awareness. He’s so close, I can feel the warmth coming off him in waves.

I trail my fingers up slowly, but further this time, flicking the eyelets as I go, my corset coming undone as I make my way to my bra, needing the air on my too-hot skin. Before it can fall away and I can throw it in his direction in defiance, his hands grip my wrists tightly. The sudden contact of his warm skin on mine is exhilarating and unlike anything I’ve felt in a long time. I lose my train of thought, and my body goes a little slack.

“Vivienne,” he says in warning, a thick edge to his voice.

I nod, and he’s quiet for a beat. Jeremy finally releases my hands, but before I have a chance to do anything with the corset myself, he slides it out from behind me. The fabric rubs deliciously on my heated body. The newlyrevealed skin alights as air brushes against the feverish flesh.

Jeremy takes a step back, and another and another, until the leather groans when he takes a seat. A silent cue to continue, or to force some restraint on his part, perhaps.ButI know not, and I care little at this point. I’m well past no return. I need release.

Jeremy’s melodic voice breaks the weighted silence, his instructions filling the space, and I let all thought escape me, focusing solely on the sound and the feel of my fingers doing his bidding.They tease and tempt, pushing and pulling, bringing me closer and closer until I can’t take anymore. Instinct takes over, and the burning need overpowers me, shutting out Jeremy’s words to replace them with feeling alone.

I take two fingers into my mouth, my body so lost it would swear it was Jeremy sucking on them, wetting them. Slowly I pull them out to dip them beneath my satin underwear. I needn’t have bothered. My flesh is so heated and swollen, so slick with desire, that fingers no longer my own rubs effortlessly against me. A shudder escapes, and the sound of Jeremy’s breath hitching crashes back into my awareness as I slideafinger home. And then a second.

I hold my breath, not daring to break the silence, my fingers doing the only talking. My legs part further and further, allowing me to go deeper and deeper with every thrust. The quiet is so deafening, yet so loud at the same time.

The clink of ice in a glass, the deep swallow, and the quickening breaths that follow. His robe rubbing against the chair as he shifts, the tightening of his hand gripping the leather. My panting intensifies, joining the cacophony now becoming my soundtrack, spurring me on.

My fingers move faster, harder, deeper, dancing to the sounds. I’m frantic, feverish, so ridiculously close I can taste it. Right on the edge, desperate to jump off the diving board, but my feet are glued. I can’t seem to fall.

My other hand shifts to my breast, my grip punishingly tight, pinching the nipple between my fingers. The desperation is thick in the air.So. Close.Yet—

“Come for me, Vivienne. Just let go and come.”

I gasp, and like a total cliché, I fall apart.Thesound ofJeremy’shusky voice and hot breath suddenly in my earflings meoff the cliffand pushesright over that edge. My orgasm crashes into me so violently, pulsing so hard through my body my legs shake, my eye twitches, and my back bows right off the chair.

Before I can come down, the tremors still rocking my body, a door slams shut in the distance, jolting me to the present, and the next sound I hear is the harsh spray of water hitting tile.

And I crash. Straight to the fiery pits of hell.

What have I done?

Chapter Nineteen

I’ve had a rare week off. This isn’t a good thing. It’s made me antsy, restless, and horny as fuck. I need…I need…I need to let off some steam. It’s been days and days since…a shudder runs through my body remembering the night I showed up at Jeremy’s apartment. He sent me a text message, I presume once he got out of the shower.

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