Page 64 of Ruling Scar
“Put a finger inside,” he demands, not impressed by the featherlight touches.
I tense. “N-no.”
He shifts his weight, the mattress dipping as he places one arm next to my waist.
“That time it wasn’t a suggestion. You’re going to fuck yourself like I ask or face the consequences.”
“Consequences?” More heat pricks my skin.
“Yes. Now touch your wet cunt before I take pity on it and tear into it.”
I rarely finger myself, preferring clitoral stimulation. But under his demands, I stick a finger inside myself, biting down on my lip.
He sighs and brushes hair off my sticky forehead. “Do you want help?”
I nod, almost wanting to cry I’m so desperate.
He takes my hand and licks the same finger that’s just been inside me. Then he thrusts it back into my pussy, along with his.
My back arches, the fullness building a low steady warmth in my belly. His thumb circles my clit and I squeeze my eyes shut as I ride the release.
I don’t get a chance to catch my breath. One minute his finger is inside me, the next his tongue.
He slaps both my hands away when I try to tear him away. “Be a good girl or I’ll stop tasting your cunt.”
My hips jerk into his mouth. He wraps a hand around each thigh, his tongue sucking my clit.
It takes me a minute to realize the jumbled noises I hear are coming from me. Nobody’s ever gone down on me before. If this is how his tongue fucks me then what will happen when he decides to tear into my cunt like he promised?
I whimper, but my hand twists into his hair forcing him down. It’s a signal for him to go wild, the brutal strokes of his tongue causing my hips to jerk.
One hand squeezes into my pillow, the other in his hair as I crumble with my release.
He crawls up my body and claims my mouth, making me taste myself.
The slow, steady kiss lingers, but he eventually draws back with an intense expression I’m slowly starting to realize will consume me.
His fingers trace my lips. “The next time you sleep over, I’m going to fuck your mouth. Do you understand?”
I can only nod.
It’s not enough for him. His fingers tighten in my hair. “Do you understand?”
“Y-yes.” And I don’t know what’s wrong with me but my thighs clench in anticipation.
CHAPTER 15
Lennie
I’m ten minutes late to work. I’m shaking not just from the physical toll of this morning’s activities but the emotional.
Elijah kissed my nose, told me to take a shower, and then took Albert out for his morning walk. I rushed the fuck out of there, desperately needing space to sort out my thoughts and feelings.
I’m logging into my emails when Elijah’s name flashes on my phone.
He sent me a video of a girl styling jewelry into her hair. I study the pretty pearl comb she uses to pin her hair into a half-up style.
There’s no other message except for the video.
