Page 23 of Sadist

“You see the crack in the concrete straight above you?” she asked, and I raised my eyes to it, nodding once.

“Look at that, not me,” she ordered.“And don’t touch me. Sit on your hands.”

I didn’t answer her as I obediently slipped my hands under my butt, my eyes fixed on that tiny crack that promised my freedom. Away from this. Away from her.

Away from her.

She tugged the loose edges of my shirt out from where she rested on me, and I sucked a breath in as her skin settled against mine, her thighs gripping my sides and her pussy right over my navel.

She was already wet. This should disturb me. I should be mortified. So why was this the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced?

“Have you ever fucked a woman, Sweets?”

My eyes immediately dipped to her face with the shock of her question, and then I froze, wrenching them back as she chuckled softly.

“I will give you that one. It’s human nature to look at the person speaking to you.”

I gasped as she delivered a stinging slap to my breast.

“But that’s your final chance. Answer my question.”

“Yes,” I hissed out, my eyes glued to that fucking ceiling crack.

She hummed softly, and it sounded like surprise.

“So, you know howweta woman can get just from anticipation?”

I bit my tongue—hard—as she slid herself a couple of inches up my stomach and down again.

“You know how delicious it feels to sink your fingers deep into them?”

Her hand slid between us, crooking upward, her breath catching as it flexed and moved. She sighed softly after a moment, leaning back.

“You know what a woman’s pleasure sounds like?”

Her voice was slightly strained as her knuckles dug into my stomach with her movements, andgood god,I could hear how wet she was as she slowly fingered herself.

My mouth watered, and I told myself it was from how hard I was now biting my tongue, the coppery taste of blood filling my mouth.

She adjusted herself, and her hand drew back from between us, though her fingertips brushed against my skin rhythmically as she began to tease her clit with her soaking fingers.

Fuck.

“Struggling a bit there?” Her voice was breathy and filled with amusement.

I opened my mouth to fling out a denial, but the small moan she made had it snapping shut again, and it took everything in me not to let my eyes drop.

Everything.

She shifted backward, her free hand gripping just above my knee as her breaths picked up into soft pants.It was the guttural moan followed by a soft curse that did it, sounding like ithad been dragged up from somewhere deep within her. It was vulnerable in a way I couldn’t explain…

And it was a trap.

My eyes lowered, meeting hers for a second before dropping lower, to where her hand was teasing herself.

Jesus Christ.

I don’t know if I said it out loud or in my head, but that sight was going to be forever burned into my mind…and played on repeat.

---