Page 42 of Bleeding Hearts
“You’re delirious,” she scoffs, and I grin and then wince. “What’s wrong?” she asks frantically, and it’s evil, but I whimper. “Alice, what’s wrong?”
“My feet hurt,” I whine.
She leans up, cupping my cheek. “Okay, baby, just a little longer. Can you do that for me and be my good girl?”
Fuck, my cunt actually clenches at her words, and a dark part of me wants to hear them again.
“I think so.” I pout for added effect. “It really hurts.”
Her eyes narrow as she scans my face. “You’re exaggerating, aren’t you, so I’ll call you baby?”
“Maybe,” I admit, biting back my smile. “They really do hurt though.”
Something wicked crosses her expression that has my thighs clenching, my clit throbbing in time with my pounding heart as she moves closer.
I shiver as her mouth presses to my ear, her warm breath wafting over it. “Should I distract you from the pain, baby?” she drawls, and I dig my nails into her leather coat as her tongue sweeps along my ear. I begin to pant as her hands slide up my thighs, slipping under my skirt in front of everyone. “Or was it thegood girlthat had you looking at me like that?” Her teeth dig into my earlobe, and I gasp, parting my thighs. I wish she would touch me where I need her to.
“Ah, both. Do you like to be called my good girl, baby? Want me to call you that while I fuck you?” Her hands tease the edge of my panties, causing me to wiggle and close my eyes. “Want me to whisper it in your ear while I slip my fingers in your needy little pussy? I still remember the way you felt, how hot and wet you got for me. You were dripping, weren’t you, baby? I bet if I touched you now, you’d be the same way, remembering the way I felt inside you, my mouth licking your pretty pussy.”
“Lally, please,” I beg as I widen my legs and lean forward, hiding my face in her shoulder as I try to stop myself from rolling my hips into her hand. Her chuckle fills my ear as her fingers caress my cunt with featherlight touches that do nothing more than tease me. I bite her shoulder to stifle my moan as I lift my hips to get better leverage.
I can feel how wet I am, but I don’t care. I need to come. I need her to touch me more than I need my next breath.
“Please what, baby?” she whispers, her hand stopping when I don’t reply. “Use your big-girl words.”
“Please touch me,” I whisper into her shoulder. “I think I might die if you don’t.”
Her hand slides up my back and grips my hair, yanking until I stare at her angry face. “No dying, not ever. Do you hear me?”
My eyes widen at the venom in her tone, and when I don’t respond, she pulls my hair harder until it hurts. “Say it,” she demands.
“No dying,” I answer with wide eyes.
“Good girl.” She gentles her hold, leaving her hand on my hair as she presses her other to my cunt, covering it. “You have exactly two minutes to get yourself off.”
“What?” I ask, confused.
She nods at the clock, and I see it ticking past two minutes, and when I glance at her, she’s smiling. “Well, baby? Be a good girl and make yourself come.”
She waits, and I realize she’s serious. Under her watchful gaze, I roll my hips, gasping as her hand hits my clit when I move. It’s painful but in the best fucking way, and I start chasing that feeling, hitting my clit into her palm repeatedly, the tightness of my underwear only adding to the sensations. It’s not all pleasure, but it feels too fucking good to stop, and I can’t hold back.
“What if they see?” I whine.
“They are busy watching the others. They don’t give a fuck what we are doing. One minute.” She grins, tightening her palm on me as I bite down my lip to hold back my moan.
“Good girl,” she praises when I let go and allow myself to grind into her hand, winding my thighs to hit my clit at an angle that has me reaching for my release. I want to come so badly.
Everything is changing between us. I don’t know when or how it began, but I don’t care.
She might push me away after, but right now, I just want to be her good girl.
“Thirty seconds.” She smirks. “I want to feel you come.”
“Lally,” I whimper, wanting to shut my eyes, but I fight it as I speed up, so close I can feel it. Pleasure rolls through me like a crashing wave about to drag me back under, and she’s my anchor.
My back arches, and I’m right there, when she suddenly pulls her hand away. I slump back, panting and confused, desire still riding me hard.
“Time’s up,” she drawls in my ear before she leans back, grinning at me as I blink dumbly at her. I whine, reaching for her. I’m on the verge of falling into the best orgasm I will ever have. She holds her hand out to me casually, like nothing’s wrong, and in that moment, I hate her a little bit.
