Page 58 of Going Deep
His eyes glittered, his mouth was tipped up at the corners. He ran a hand over the back of one thigh, his calloused fingers scraping lightly over sensitive skin, and this time her shudder was one of desire.
His mouth curled, his gaze going to her splayed-open thighs. “Look at you.” He slid his fingers through the slick folds of her pussy, stroking up and around her clit before delving down to slide one finger deep.
She moaned, her hips rising to meet his hand. Her cunt fluttered around the intrusion, clamping down as her clit swelled.
“I love your cunt,” he said, and she clamped down again. He grinned, dark and wicked, and thrust a second finger inside her.
“You like it when I talk dirty.” He scissored his fingers inside her, stretching her, scraping against delicate tissues. She grew wetter as his touch, his voice, ramped up the tension in her core.
“You like it when I talk about your cunt. How wet it gets for me, how tight it is.”
He shifted, stepping out from between her legs so he could lean down to her mouth. She whimpered slightly as his fingers slid from her clasp of her body, then jerked as they slid over her clit.
“Your clit is just begging for my touch,” he whispered. He was so close his breath danced across her lips, his face filled her vision. “Right out there, hard and tight and sensitive.” He flicked it, making her moan. “I bet if I rubbed it hard and fast, you’d come right now. Wouldn’t you?”
“Yes,” she whispered, her hips straining to follow his fingers, increase the pressure.
“Yes, what?” he whispered.
“Yes, Sir,” she moaned.
“That’s what I like to hear,” he told her, and flicked her clit again before sliding his hand away.
Her moan of frustration made him grin. “You don’t get to come yet.” He bent to his bag again, and when he straightened, he stepped between her thighs again.
Oh yes, fuck me.
His eyes met hers, amused. “You think I don’t know what you’re thinking, pet? I can practically hear you begging for my cock.”
She jerked her arms against the restraints, hearing the jangle of metal and getting nowhere. The knowledge that she couldn’t move simply sent her deeper.
“Sorry, darling. You’re just going to have to lie here and take it.” And he slid his fingers back into her pussy.
She moaned at the slow, thick slide. It felt so good, but it was too slow, too easy. She wanted fast and hard, needed it, but he kept his touch light, almost gentle.
“Yes,” he murmured, his eyes darting from her cunt to her face and back again. “I do love that cunt. So wet, so warm inside. Hot. And soft, like velvet. I think your cunt might be the softest thing I’ve ever felt,” he told her. “And the wettest. You’re dripping, darling.”
“Sorry,” she gasped, and he chuckled.
“Oh, no need to apologize. In fact, I should be thanking you.”
Thanking me?
“I’d almost forgotten all about this part of the plan until I saw how wet this little asshole was getting.” And he pressed the tip of his thumb to the tight ring of her anus.
She jerked, a strangled cry escaping her lips at the unfamiliar touch. “Wait. Stop.”
He shook his head. “This was a maybe on your list, Ginger. Unless you safeword, you’re going to try it.”
He waited, brow lifted, but she couldn’t make herself say the words. After a moment, he pressed in.
Oh, it burned. She arched, trying to get away from the pressure, the stretch. He backed off a little, giving her time to take one shaky breath, then pressed again.
Over and over he pressed and retreated, pressed and retreated, his thumb barely breaching the tight ring of muscle before sliding back. She heard a click, then flinched when something cool hit her heated skin. Lube, she realized. Slick with it, his thumb pressed again, and this time it slid right in.
Her heart froze for one brief moment, then started beating so hard she wondered it didn’t pound right out of her chest. She felt so full, so strangely full, with his fingers still in her pussy and his thumb in her ass, and the pressure brought a whole host of nerves to shuddering life. It felt like he was pressing against her pussy from the outside, her cunt grasping and clenching around his fingers in time with her asshole.
“God,” she groaned. Pleasure and pressure and the slight pinch of pain made her want to writhe, to reach for more, but she felt frozen from shock.
