Page 37 of Filthy Elites

His eyebrows twitch and then a smug grin unfurls on his lips. “What are you saying, Isabelle? Do you want me to get you off?”

My pulse accelerates and a crazy yearning hits me hard.What the actual fuck?Even burning with fever, I’m craving this asshole. Or maybe it’s because my brain can’t function properly that my body is taking control.

“No, I don’t. What I want is for you to leave me alone.”

He shakes his head. “Can’t now. You know, I haven’t been able to forget your sweet pussy since you played for me naked. I think I need to take a closer look.”

My damn heart slams hard against my ribcage, I’m afraid it’s going to burst through. I’m so turned on, that my clit is throbbing in anticipation.

I haven’t had sex since Juan. There has been no time between hospital stays and fleeing my old life. But I didn’t expect to be attracted to anyone else for a very long time. Juan didn’t rape me, but there are worse things that can happen to a person.

Jason tosses the cover aside and then slowly peels off my pajama pants and underwear. Jesus, this is really happening.

“You said you weren’t that demented to want to sex me up while I’m sick.”

“And you believed me? You shouldn’t have lied to me, Isabelle. Don’t you know by now that it turns me on more than anything else?”

I swallow hard, not knowing what to do. I’m exposed to him from the waist down. A guy who has humiliated me time and time again, and yet, I’m not embarrassed or feeling violated. I’m oddly excited to see how this will go.

“I hate that you’re so damn beautiful,” he confesses.

“The feeling is mutual.”

He quirks an eyebrow. “Touch yourself.”

“What?” I squeak.

“You heard me. I want to see your fingers glide between your folds. I want to watch you pleasure yourself, knowing you’re thinking about me.”

“You are one cocky son of a bitch. You can’t control my fantasies, Jason.”

“Touch yourself, Isabelle,” he grits out.

I bring my fingers to my mouth to lick them first before running them down my belly. Jason’s eyes bug out, and I want to laugh like a delirious woman. It’s amusing that he’s surprised I always bring his requests up a notch.

I part my legs a little, wanting him to get a good view before I flick my clit. My hips buck unexpectedly. I wasn’t prepared for the pleasure of a simple touch. I’ve never had this reaction to my own hand. Jason is the reason.

“You like that, don’t you, my filthy liar?” he purrs.

“Yes,” I hiss.

“Keep moving those fingers, darling.”

I flick my clit a few more times, already sensing the tension build-up. As crazy as it sounds, I don’t want to come too quickly, so I stop touching my clit in favor of teasing my entrance. Jason’s pants clearly show a bulge already. I picture him taking his cock out and fucking me hard. My fingers glide inside of me, forcing me to close my eyes. It feels too damn good already.

Jason’s hands find my breasts, and I let out a gasp. He keeps his expression closed off as he plays with them through my shirt. I move my fingers in and out faster, knowing I can’t stop the orgasm now even if I wanted to.

Out of the blue, he grabs my wrist and yanks my hand away from my pussy.

“What are—”

He leans closer. “I’m not letting you come just yet, sweetheart. First, you need to tell me who the fuck Juan is.”

ChapterSeventeen

Jason

As mind fuck games go,this is the most demented one I’ve ever played with anyone. What was I thinking when I ordered Isabelle to masturbate in front of me? I’m so hard, I’m seriously risking jizzing in my pants. I’m also on the verge of replacing her fingers with my tongue. There’s no doubt in my mind that she tastes fucking delicious.

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