Page 147 of Doubts & Fears

“You have no idea how it feels. Trust me. In the past when I’ve trained, even if I’ve given a woman my cock”—I pushed hard against her, causing her to gasp—“she wouldn’t get my permission to come.”

“It sounds so barbaric,” she said wickedly.

“It’s beautifully barbaric, but I guarantee you Allison will be so damn desperate when Sebastian speaks and grants her permission. She’ll remember it for the rest of her life.”

“I want that, just not with Sebastian,” she moaned, lost and not paying attention to anything she was saying.

“Careful what you wish for,” I teased, an idea forming on the spot.

“Mmm. Ohhh, it feels so amazing. Please don’t stop, I’m so desperate. Like your Allison. Is it wrong of me to be happy she doesn’t get to come? If I have to share with her, at least, at least—Ohhh, my love, harder—at least I get to come,” she panted as I pushed her closer.

“You’re altogether bad, young lady. I’ve half a mind not to let you.” I teased her panties off, my eyes locking on hers.

I hadn’t touched her pussy with my fingers yet. I was the only one who hadn’t. Partially because I knew by doing so, I’d want more. I was also afraid to see how tight she was; the thought of hurting her made me ill.

She swallowed hard as I traced her, and the sweetest gasp followed the minute I separated her little lips. Leaning down, I kissed her, swallowing her whimpers.

Her clit was swollen, and she was so deliciously wet. Her eyes were wide, and my name came out of her mouth like a prayer as I smirked down at her. She rocked her hips up, and her pussy pulsed, slick and so fucking needy. It was beautiful.

“Inside, Ivan, please,” she begged, arching her back.

“Patience,” I murmured against her right breast before taking the hard nipple into my mouth and sucking deeply.

I edged her, and only when she was panting did I plunge my thick middle finger deep inside. Fuck, she was tight, too tight. She shuddered, and her legs shook uncontrollably. I couldn’t help but chuckle as she wrapped her hand around my wrist, trying to hold it in place.

She writhed under my fingers, calling out my name over and over. She clenched down tightly, making my cock drip. I fucked her with my finger, watching as her eyes turned glassy. With a moan, she called my name, desperate for more.

“Fuck, it’s better than I imagined it would be. I love the feel of you. I’m right there, right fucking there, my beloved.”

With a grunt, I slipped another finger in, wanting nothing more than to shove a third one deep inside her, but she wasn’t ready for all that. She cried out, screaming and moaning, and my chest swelled with pride. I could watch her twitch on my bed all fucking day and night.

I leaned down and kissed her deeply, our tongues tangled in desire. I pulled back to watch as I fucked her with my finger. She begged repeatedly for me to let her come, but she wanted a taste of edging, and I aimed to please.

I teased her mercilessly, driving her right to the brink and then stopping. Over and over, I tortured her tiny pussy. It was now so swollen.

“Damn it, Blade, you’re killing me. Please let me come,” she cried out.

“Open your eyes and look at me. I want to watch you as you spiral out of control. You’re so fucking close and such a good girl by holding back.”

She shuddered under my words.

“Do you want to come?” I asked, loving the way she twisted in the sheets for me. Her little face was scrunched with torment.

“Please, I can’t take it anymore,” she panted.

Her frustration amused me to no end, and her bottom lip pushed out into a pout. Her clit throbbed against my thumb, warning me she was going to go over. She arched into my hand, chasing the feeling with no shame in her game.

“Make me proud of you. Fight it. I know you want it so much, don’t you, little love? I fucking love seeing and hearing you beg more than any other woman. It’s the sweetest sound. Beg me hard, Kinsley. Beg me to let you come,” I crooned in her ear as I picked up my pace.

She moaned, using every ounce of willpower to resist the urge to fall over the edge and give way to pleasure.

“I’m trying, Blade, but my resolve is crumbling. Each perfect stroke of your finger, I can’t…can’t…” She clawed at my hand. “I’m going to come. Please let me. Ohhh, god, Ivan,” she screamed and then whispered “I can’t fight it. Please” over and over as tears slipped down her cheeks.

“Such a beautiful sound. Give me more. I want to hear you scream my name louder than you did Nik’s last night. Think you can do that for me?”

She cried out, “Whatever you want, I’ll do. Any goddamn thing, everything you want, just let me come, please. I can scream louder, I promise,” she sobbed desperately.

I yanked her from the bed, causing her to yelp. Confusion swirled in her dazed eyes. I took her into the bathroom and stood her in front of the mirror.

---