Page 28 of Take the Sub and Run

His left arm around her meant that she came with him as he moved, resting against his chest, her head tucked under his chin.

He adjusted his left arm, hand cradling one breast so he could tease her nipple.

“Comfortable, Angel?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good.” He nudged her head to the side with his chin, which allowed him to dip his chin and get a nice view down the length of her naked body. Ideally, he’d have a mirror in front of them so he could see her pretty pussy, which he hadn’t gotten to look at and visually explore. There was probably a mirror in one of the set-up playrooms, or among the boxes of supplies one floor up, but he wasn’t going to waste time going to look.

Andrei kissed her temple, a tender counterpoint to what he did next.

Andrei’s right hand darted between her thighs, gripping her pussy, his fingers pressing hard against soft, wet flesh. She gasped, back starting to arch until he applied pressure with the forearm braced diagonally on her torso.

He rubbed her pussy hard with the whole of his hand, giving her physical sensation but without the precision he knew she needed.

“Andrei,” she whimpered, and he didn’t give a fuck that she was using his name. A different sub, he might have used that as an excuse to throw in a little pain, but with her, all he wanted was to see her come apart in his arms.

He tugged her nipple with one hand, while two fingers of the other hand slid between her pussy lips. She was soft, slick, and hot. Reaching down, he pushed just one finger into her. She was just as tight as she had been before, and tensed, only to relax when he curled his finger, finding and pressing on her G-spot.

“Oh, that… Oh!”

He played until he found out exactly how she liked her G-spot touched—hard pressure with little back and forth rubs.

Sofie moaned, turning her head toward him and tipping her face up so her nose was pressed against his neck and he felt her hot, panting exhales.

The way she sought what almost seemed like comfort from him, even as he was the one who both hurt and pleasured her made him smile.

Sliding his finger out of her, he trailed it up the smooth valley of her sex to her clit. He stroked her once, twice, then settled in, his finger circling her clit in soft, steady rotations.

“Sir, please,” she whimpered.

“Please what, Angel? What do you want?”

“I want…”

He couldn’t see her well enough to detect a blush, but he could hear it in her voice.

“No, Angel, you won’t get away with that.” He spread his legs, opening hers farther, then slapped her pussy in gentle punishment. With her labia spread open by the position of her legs, his middle finger had landed directly on her clit.

Sofie cried out, trying to twist away as he held her down.

“You’re going to tell me how you want to come. How you want to come all over my fingers and then watch me lick your taste off my hand.”

“Yes, yes,” she panted. “I want that. I want to come. I want to come while you touch me.”

He rewarded her obedience by resuming the steady circling of her clit.

He knew she was close when she went statue-still, the small rolling motion of her hips stopped and her breath held in her chest.

He rolled her nipple in sync with the stimulation of her clit, slow and steady.

“Breathe,” he commanded when she’d been still too long.

Her breath puffed against his neck as she exhaled.

“Keep breathing.” He shifted the hand on her breast, instead pressing it over her lower abdomen, just above her mound. "I want you to breath deep, pull the air down into your body. Pull the air toward my hand.”

He felt the shift in her muscles as she obeyed, felt the rise and fall as she inhaled and exhaled.

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