Page 29 of Take the Sub and Run

“Does it feel like you aren’t as close to coming now?”

She hesitated, then nodded, bumping her face against his neck.

“Tensing, tightening those pussy muscles, that makes the orgasm come faster, doesn’t it?”

“I… I don’t know.”

He smirked, though she couldn’t see it. “By tightening your muscles, you’re bringing yourself closer to orgasm. You’re choosing.” Hot dark need—need for control, need to pleasure her—swept over him. “You don’t choose when you come. I do.” Andrei knew his voice was too low, tone almost angry. Subs before had told him that they thought he was mad at them based on his voice when things got really intense.

“I come only when you let me,” Sofie breathed out, and her acceptance, the fact that his sweet angel hadn’t been afraid of his sudden intensity made him want to hold her even tighter, dominate and touch her in every depraved way he could think of.

He pressed harder on her lower belly and fractionally increased the pace of the clit manipulation.

Her breathing became uneven, occasionally catching and stuttering.

“Sir, I’m close. I have to tell you that. I have to tell you I’m close.”

Though she’d addressed him, it felt like the second half of what she said was her talking to herself. Reminding herself.

“You don’t need my permission to come, because you have it. If you come, it’s always, always, because I chose it. I used this sweet, soft body in all the ways it needs to be touched, in pleasure or pain.” He shifted his hand from her belly to her nipple, pinching hard.

“Please, please,” she pleaded. Her legs were shaking, the muscles twitching. He could both see the slight tremor and feel it from where her limbs were hooked over his.

The urge to order her to come, to come now, rode him. It was something he hadn’t felt in a long time, because he’d learned that sometimes the order actually had the opposite effect as the sub worried about being obedient, and got in their own head about it. What was it about this woman that seemed to strip away all his strategies? His angel was reducing him to his raw, base form.

She inhaled sharply, perfectly still, her knees pressing against the outside of his own, so he had to actively tighten his own thigh muscles to keep their legs spread. He slipped his finger down her entrance, gathering more of her arousal fluid, and she whimpered piteously.

"Close, Angel?"

Her answer was a soft guttural sound as she exhaled, only to inhale slowly. Her hips rolled, working in small, gentle thrusts. He pressed hard on her mound with the heel of his hand, holding her in place as he kept up the steady, soft circling of her clit.

The only sound was her breathing and the slick, wet sound of flesh moving over flesh.

Then she was there, her body tensed and tight, her head pressing hard into his neck and shoulder.

She was utterly silent as her body bowed up, pretty breasts thrust high, her legs shaking so hard they made his vibrate.

Like the string of a drawn bow, she was a tense, tight curve, until the pinnacle of release allowed her to relax.

Sofie went limp, her body thumping down on top of his. He pressed his fingertips on either side of her clit, grounding her through the final ripples of her release.

Then she started to cry.

Eight

Sofie slapped a hand over her mouth to muffle the sound of her crying. The sobs had come on unexpectedly, their ferocity shocking, though pale in comparison to the power of the orgasm she’d just had.

What was she doing? This was so embarrassing…

Sofie snapped her legs closed, trapping Andrei’s hand against her sex. She tried to turn to the side, both so his hand would move and so she could curl up into a ball of pathetic embarrassment, but all that did was cause his fingers to rub against her orgasm-sensitive clit.

A strange sound—half sob, half moan of pleasure— escaped her, only partially muffled by her hand.

The world spun as Andrei took control, turning her so she was sideways on his lap, her ass in space between his spread thighs. That meant moving his hand away from her sex, and she made a small sound of protest without meaning to.

That same hand gripped her wrist, forcing her hand down from her mouth.

“Don’t hide from me,” he scolded softly.

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