Page 93 of Cruel Debts
I wanted her to feel the shame I felt every time I pumped my cock with my own hand and fantasized about her. The confusion I felt when I remembered how much I hated her, but didn't hate her at all. I wanted her reeling like I was, because I couldn't be the only one of us floating adrift in a sea of untameable emotions.
"Hawke," she whined, begged, pleaded, but I wasn't listening. I wanted her desperation at a fever pitch. I wanted her writhing, tears in the corner of her eyes as she worried I'd leave her hanging, too. I wanted the power that came with total domination of a broken girl.
And I hated myself for it all the same.
"Open your legs wider," I growled, "and hold yourself behind the knees, so I can see that pussy."
She was so quick to obey, I almost regretted the words, but they were out now, and I wasn't about to look a gift horse in the mouth. "Like this?" she whimpered, her legs spread and her pussy dripping, clenching on air as she stared up at me between her hiked-up legs.
"Just like that," I said with a grin. She looked so good like this—like a fuck toy just for me. I wanted to plow into her, but there'd be time for that soon enough. Now, I wanted to exercise this power over her, leave her so needy she'd hump the air in search of completion. "Now, I want you to close your eyes, and keep them that way until I tell you to open them."
She was so fast, it was almost stiffy-inducing. But that would have required me to not be already hard, and that ship sailed long ago.
"Promise you won't look."
Her voice was shaky, but loud and clear. "I-I promise."
"Good girl."
And then I took those two fingers I'd had in her, and shoved them right in without preamble.
I took my time fucking her tight hole, fingers gliding in, out, in, out, slow enough to keep her from coming, fast enough to have her breathing hard. She wanted this, wanted release, but I wasn't planning ot give it to her just yet. I wanted her to work for it.
And boy, she was doing such a good job of that already.
"Talk to me, Trinity," I rasped, my cock uncomfortably hard against the inside of my zipper. "Tell me what you feel."
"I feel—I—fuck, Hawke, I feel like a whore." Her breath hitched, and a tear formed at the corner of her eye. "I feel like your little fuck toy, like this, and I hate that I can't see you."
"I don't want to look at you while I do this," I snapped, eager to restore the balance that her honesty dislodged. "I want you to feel and hear and not see. You don't deserve to look at me while I finger fuck you yet."
"But I did what you asked," she whimpered, and fuck me if her broken little voice didn't take a piece of my heart with it.
"You did, and you're such a good girl for it," I told her, panting through the urge to slam my fingers into her faster, to drive her to orgasm so I could watch her fall apart. "But I need more from you."
"What? Tell me what, and I'll do it." Her head fell to the side, and she whined as I twisted my fingers and curled them against the spot that drove every woman mad with need. "Oh, shit, Hawke," she groaned, her hips rising off the bed even though she had no leverage, and I grinned as she turned herself into a display of wanton abandon. "What was that?"
"That was your sweet spot, Tee-Bird," I said with a grin, "and if you're good for me, I'll keep touching it."
"Oh, yes, I'd like that," she panted, pulling her legs further apart, higher out of the way. "I'll be so good for you."
Music to my ears.
"I'm going to do something to you I guarantee no man has ever done before. Do you think you can handle it?"
She bit her lip and nodded, but the words never came.
"Come on, Tee-Bird, I need your words."
"I can handle it," she whispered, her voice like a weak trill against the sound of my shallow breaths and the silence of the room. "Please."
"Hold on, Trinity." I gripped her thigh with one hand, and with the other, I rammed those two fingers into her at warp speed, curled just enough to hit her G-spot as I slid in and out, the speed grueling and exhausting.
"Fuck—"
Her eyes shot open as I rammed into her over and over, and the poor girl's eyes filled with tears as I leaned over her and fucked her harder than she'd ever been fucked with a hand in her life, hitting her G-spot over and over with each thrust. In less than a minute, she was crying, whimpering, her whole body shaking as she rapidly approached the point of no return.
And then I let my other hand slide down to her clit, and punished it with tiny, fast circles that sent her over the edge.
