Page 33 of Deception

Wiping the water from my face, I lean back into the wall. The answers to the questions never come, and in my confusion, he’s all I can think about. Midnight eyes and mauve lips. So perfectly chiselled.

Little Red…

His voice echoes in my head, the hot spray flicking my nipples. I can’t fucking move as my hands slap to the wall at my back. My thighs press together as my pussy clenches with the pattering of the water on my breasts. As my breaths struggle to keep up with the current turning through my body, I slip a hand between my thighs.

Clawing at my flesh, I tighten my grip to stop myself from going any further.

“Stop…stop…stop! You need to stop,” I grit at myself, even though all I can hear is his voice telling me,You want to get fucked.

“No,” I whimper back as my feet inch apart slowly, and I squeeze my eyes shut tighter.

Yes, Red…do it.

I can’t.

Do it, girl.

“No.” Contrary to my moan, my hand trails higher, cupping my pussy. His voice is so fucking hypnotic. That low, guttural gravel has a way of cutting through me and all my logic. His voice is the soundtrack of bliss in my worst nightmare. A poison I willingly drink up, knowing that it’ll end me.

You want it. You want to get fucked.

Teasing a finger through my wet folds, I round to the top of my slit, avoiding my clit.

“Oh God,” I groan as the taunting touch sends frissons of electricity down my legs, making my toes curl.

It shouldn’t feel this good. Remembering the rough trail of his fingers shouldn’t make me yearn like this.

But it does, Little Red, and you want it.

I do. I’m desperate for this ache to dissipate. I can’t take it anymore. It’s eating at me. Beating me down like this water is drowning my senses. And God, it’s impossible to ignore as it knots in my stomach and simmers in my blood. It’s so consuming that it overwhelms all coherent thought.

Do it, he croons over my ragged breaths as I lightly graze my clit.Beg me to fuck you, Red.

The whispers become roars with my blood whooshing in my ears, louder and louder until it’s a constant buzz that I can’t escape. It barrels through me as I rub myself harder and faster. My body trembles with the need to let go, to shatter and break for him, just like he wants me to.

Beg me. Beg me to let you come.

Trying to resist the urge, I drag my finger to my belly, and for a moment, it feels good to be stronger. I feel powerful in denying him because he wants it too. He wants to fuck me. And he wants to break me as much as I…I…I need him to tear me apart.

You don’t beg, you don’t get, Little Red.

“Tomasz.” His name pours from my lips while my hand cups my pussy harder, my middle finger finding my entrance, tracing and circling as my heart bellows in my chest, echoing through me and coiling my muscles tighter and tighter. “Tomasz…”

Beg.

“Tomasz.”

Beg!

It’s impossible to catch my breath as the water pelts down harder and hotter, flicking my nipples and scorching my skin at the same time as my need blazes to an inferno. There’s only one thing I can do to sate my thirst for the one thing I desire.

“Please,” I implore, my finger inching in and out until my pussy pleads for more, clenching eagerly when I slip another finger inside me and pump, slow at first, relishing the press of my palm to my clit. “Please…please, fuck me.”

That’s it, Red, feel that tight cunt squeeze for me.

“Oh, God…” I pick up the pace, lifting my foot to the edge of the bath so that my fingers can thrust deeper. “Oh, fuck… Tomasz…fuck…”

Come for me.

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