Page 6 of Bound By Them
He slides his fingers over my panties. It’s about fucking time. My hips lift toward the contact, but his pressure remains frustratingly soft.
I can’t take it anymore. “Please?”
“Did you hear that, Troy?”
Troy’s voice is a deep rumble. “Hear what?”
Edmund makes another swipe over the front of my underwear. “Say it again, Dani.”
I turn my head to look at him. “Please.”
“Ask Troy. He decides. And you better tell him exactly what you want me to do.”
Ho-ly fuck. This is kinky shit.
And I love it.
I look at Troy. “Please—I want Edmund to touch my pussy and make me come.”
Troy’s eyes are dark embers. “Yeah, okay.”
His indifference is embarrassing and it turns me on even more. I don’t get it.
Edmund moves his hand, teasing the waistband of my underwear before dipping inside. When the pads of his fingers brush over my clit, I gasp.
“Yes.” I want to hold his hand there and buck forward against his fingers.
He continues down, hand working in my panties, sliding against my pussy lips until he finds my opening and works a thick finger inside.
“Oh, fucking fuck, right there.” I want to both throw my legs open for him and clench them closed to trap him here.
He kisses my ear. “I love this filthy mouth of yours. So naughty.”
My dress has ridden up almost all the way. I said I wanted to keep my clothes on. Edmund has kept to that, but only by the letter of the law, not the spirit.
With his finger inside, he uses his thumb to brush over my clit, rocking his hand back and forth against me. I tighten my grip behind his neck, arching forward, moving into his touch. So good. So fucking amazingly good. Bright lights dance in front of my eyes. I’m close, nearly there. My entire being is dependent on his touch, on the pleasure he’s giving me.
His voice is low, like he’s speaking directly inside my brain. “Come now, Dani. Come right fucking now while Troy watches.”
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Danica
I cry out with the force of my orgasm. “Yes! Fuck!”
The lights playing inside my eyelids are either from the car still driving through the city, or the fireworks Edmund has set off in my body.
I close my legs and try to turn on my side, but Edmund bands his free arm around my waist.
“Stay put.” He leaves his fingers inside me, and my pussy continues to convulse around them. In a dark voice, he adds, “One more time, Dani.”
“I can’t.” I pull my hands from his neck, hoping to signal that this is the end. I want to blow him, and maybe Troy too, and then fall over in an exhausted heap in the back of this car, happily dead.
“Put your hands back where I left them.” His words are sharp, commanding. “You said you don’t want to think about anything tonight. This is your chance. Another orgasm, and you won’t be thinking about anything at all.”
I shake my head. “But I’ve never been able to come more than once.”
“You haven’t had a partner patient enough to try, is what that sounds like to me.”
