Page 49 of Monster's Delight

I could feel my heart rate picking up at the same time as my breath increased. I tipped my chin up to meet Aiden’s lips with mine, opening under his insistent pressure.

“You could get me to believe anything,” I gasped, pulling back just far enough to take a deep breath.

“Touch yourself, my Siobhan,” he ordered.

I tentatively lifted the hem of my skirt, but he stopped me with a gentle hand.

“Ah ah ah,” he said. “Don’t go right to the good stuff. Tantalize yourself for a little while first. Show me the side of you that wears lingerie around the academy at midnight.”

I swallowed hard, brushing my fingers across the fabric of the silky chemise covering my torso.

“Yes, that’s it. Tease yourself. Touch your breasts for me.” Aiden’s smooth voice caressed my ears, sending shivers down my body that were enhanced by the shy touches of my fingers through the filmy material covering my breasts.

I held their weight in my hands for a moment, cupping them before sliding up their sides and tracing along the low neckline. Aiden’s groan when I dipped down and circled my nipples made me clench on the emptiness within me and gasp with need.

“Aiden, I want you!” I keened, squirming in his lap. I could feel how hard he was against my ass and rocked my hips against him.

“Naughty girl,” he rasped, gripping my hips tightly to stop their movement. “What should your punishment be?”

The silence stretched between us. Then he gripped the bottom of my chemise in his hands. “Bad girls don’t get to wear shirts,” he said, and tore it in half.

Not that it had been covering much anyway, but the sudden removal of the barrier between me and the cool air of the study was shocking.

“Continue,” he ordered, his hands returning to their meandering path on my thighs.

I whimpered, but followed his instructions, teasing my nipples into stiff peaks. I twisted them lightly and his fingers tightened their grip.

“More,” he murmured. “Pinch them and hold it.”

I gasped at the sharp pain that instantly turned into pleasure. The longer I held the position, the wetter I got. It felt like I had a direct line to my clit between my fingers, even though I was nowhere near it.

“Let go.”

He followed up his demand with a teasing bite on my collarbone and I almost came, just from that. But now my orgasm was fading away and I whimpered, again trying to chase that high with my hips as I ground back against his length.

“Will you never learn?” Aiden asked. “What should your punishment be this time? A spanking? No, I know.” He pushed me off his lap, holding me steady until I was firm on my feet. “Sit on the desk, facing me. Feet on my knees. Now, come on, knees apart. You know I want to see you.”

Flushing with embarrassment at how eager I looked, I avoided his gaze.

“Look at me, Siobhan,” he said. When I managed it, he smiled slightly. “Do you trust me?”

The repetition of the question was soothing. “Yes,” I whispered.

“Would I do something to you that would compromise you in any way?”

“No.”

“Then be proud of how turned on you are. You’re positively dripping onto the desk, and all because of your own touches.Youdid that.”

My cheeks heated further. “I’m not used to this.”

“You’re doing a great job. Are you ready for the next part?”

I nodded eagerly, interested to see what he would have me do to please him.

He waved a hand and a small thimble appeared. “Put that on. Whatever finger fits it best is fine.”

It fit perfectly on my middle finger and he nodded. “You can use that, and that alone, to stimulate your clit. If it touches anywhere else, or your other fingers touch anything else, you will lose the thimble and must continue to orgasm without it. Do you understand?”

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